The crybaby nanny was bullied and cried again by her yandere husband.

Shang Yu's heart sank, but he still patiently pressed on with his questions.

Why not?

Lin Zhao pursed her lips and spoke softly.

"Well, there isn't any..."

Upon hearing this, Shang Yu's heart sank completely. He released his hand and prepared to sit back down, but before he could even sit down properly...

Lin Zhao suddenly leaned forward and looked at him expectantly.

"Brother Ayu, do you have someone you like? You mean someone you'd date?"

Shang Yu was stunned for a moment. He had only wanted to test Lin Zhao, but he didn't expect the question to come back to him.

His heart raced instantly, and his palms sweated with nervousness. He didn't know how to answer—whether he had a yes or no.

He didn't answer directly, but asked a question instead.

What do you think?

Lin Zhao grunted, lowered his head, and muttered to himself.

"I... I don't know, but there must be a lot of people who like Brother Ayu."

Shang Yu seemed somewhat puzzled and asked in confusion.

Why do you say that?

"Because you are good-looking, capable, and kind to people. Although you are sometimes cold, you have a very soft heart and are very gentle and caring. No matter who it is, they will like Brother Ayu."

He counted on his fingers, praising Shang Yu earnestly, every word a heartfelt expression of approval, his eyes filled with admiration.

This was the first time Shang Yu had ever heard anyone describe him as gentle. Behind his back, people in the company called him the Cold-Faced King of Hell. If they heard Lin Zhao say that, they would probably laugh their heads off.

But the sincerity in his words made one's heart flutter, and almost subconsciously, Shang Yu blurted out.

"And what about you?"

Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment, and looked up at him with wide eyes and a look of astonishment on her face.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Shang Yu continued.

"Like the kind of liking someone you're in a romantic relationship with, what about you? Like...?"

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, and spoke with a mixture of despair and anticipation.

"do you like me?"

Lin Zhao's mouth was agape, unable to speak for a long time. Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, and she was flustered and at a loss for what to do.

What kind of question is this? Why is the gentleman suddenly asking such a question? How is he supposed to answer it?

This is way beyond the scope of the curriculum!

After a long while, he finally spoke haltingly, his eyes darting away, not daring to look Shang Yu in the eye.

"If I were a girl, I would probably like it too."

Upon hearing this, Shang Yu's eyes darkened; he wasn't about to let him off the hook, pressing closer step by step.

"And now? You don't like it now?"

No, no.

Lin Zhao hurriedly waved her hand, her eyes slightly red with anxiety, afraid that Shang Yu would misunderstand, and quickly explained.

It's not that I don't like it, it's just not that kind of liking.

Why?

Shang Yu continued to ask questions.

Lin Zhao was really anxious. There were so many "whys"!

They're all men, how could they like each other? Besides...

He hesitated and carefully considered his words before speaking.

"Because, because Brother Ayu said before that you don't like men."

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage fell into dead silence.

Shang Yu froze, his expectant and tender expression instantly freezing.

I've learned what it means to lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot, what a boomerang is, and what it means to be slapped in the face.

He did say something like that back then, in order to distance himself from Lin Zhao: he didn't like men...

Before this, he really didn't like men, or rather, he didn't like anyone.

But now, he's unsure whether his feelings for Lin Zhao are love.

But just now, when he wanted to kiss Lin Zhao again in the mall, he was certain that his feelings for Lin Zhao were more than just desire.

He was certain that he would fall in love with Lin Zhao one day, as long as she liked him.

But because of a casual remark he made, Lin Zhao dared not like him. He deserved to die.

Looking at the flustered boy with red eyes, he felt both regret and pain, wishing he could slap his past self.

Seeing that he didn't speak and his expression was getting worse, Lin Zhao thought she had said something wrong and became even more flustered. She lowered her head and apologized softly.

"Brother Ayu, I'm sorry, did I say something wrong...?"

Shang Yu snapped out of her daze and saw the tears in his eyes. All the regret in her heart turned into heartache. She reached out and touched the corner of his eye, gently wiping away the tears.

"No, Zhao Zhao is right, it's my brother's fault."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao not only failed to stop crying, but instead shed even more tears. He himself did not know why, but the tears just kept flowing uncontrollably.

So, it turns out, my husband really doesn't like men...

Although this is a normal thing, he didn't know why he felt so uncomfortable and wanted to cry more and more the more he thought about it.

Tears fell in a steady stream onto the flowers in my hand.

Shang Yu was at a loss, afraid that he would faint again if he cried too much, so he put the flowers in his hand aside.

Just then, the car stopped. Shang Yu told the driver to go first, while he unbuckled his seatbelt and knelt on one knee in front of Lin Zhao.

Shang Yu was tall, so such movements would be a little awkward for him, but he didn't care.

He leaned over and hugged Lin Zhao, patting his back gently and soothingly.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. You're not wrong. It was my fault. I shouldn't have asked that question."

Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment. When she heard him say that he was right, she sniffed and her tears fell even harder.

(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

He couldn't control himself and didn't even know why he was crying. He just felt a sour feeling in his heart, an indescribable sensation.

Shang Yu was also dumbfounded. Why did the crying only get worse the more he tried to comfort her? He didn't dare to say anything more, afraid that he might say something that would make her cry even harder.

She simply held him silently, gently stroking the back of his head, hoping it would make him feel better.

Lin Zhao sobbed softly, her mind blank. She vaguely seemed to have grasped something, but she still didn't understand why she was crying so sadly.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally came to his senses. He sniffed and realized that he was almost half-lying in his husband's arms.

His shoulder was damp from crying, and a faint fragrance wafted from the tip of his nose.

He turned his head to the side, and the man's bare neck was exposed in front of him.

The aroma of agarwood was strongest here, and he couldn't help but take two inhalations. It smelled so good.

Shang Yu noticed that the person in his arms had stopped trembling and spoke softly.

"Aren't you crying anymore?"

Lin Zhao snapped back to her senses, pushed the person away, and then wiped away her tears.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Shang Yu straightened his clothes and casually grabbed a tissue to wipe his shoulder.

"fine."

The carriage fell silent again. Shang Yu moved his stiff legs, sat back down, and looked at Lin Zhao.

Are you hungry?

Lin Zhao nodded.

Shang Yu spoke again.

"You must be hungry after crying for so long."

Lin Zhao lowered his head in shame. He hadn't expected to cry so hard, and even wet his master's clothes.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I apologized again, but the person had already gotten off the bus.

Shang Yu stood by the car and reached out his hand.

"What are you standing there for? Go eat. If you keep crying, my car will be flooded."

Lin Zhao blushed even more at the teasing remark, but she didn't apologize again. She reached out and helped Shang Yu out of the car.

Shang Yu took his hand and they walked toward the restaurant together.

From a corner not far away, a person emerged, secretly clenching their fist.