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

Shang Yu is having trouble sleeping again. His sleep has always been a concern. He needs a long time to prepare for sleep, but once he falls asleep, he can hardly wake up for at least ten hours.

So he starts getting sleepy at 10 p.m. every night to make sure he can get up at 8 a.m. the next day.

But for some reason, I couldn't fall asleep tonight, so I went downstairs to find a sleeping pill.

As soon as I got to the living room, I heard the front door open. Who would be out so late?

As I approached the gate, I heard muffled sobs.

It looked somewhat familiar. Sure enough, as soon as I stepped outside, I saw that thin figure, still wearing the white T-shirt he wore during the day, squatting there pitifully, trembling with sobs.

Shang Yuzhen had never seen anyone cry more than him. He couldn't understand how a chef could be so delicate, crying at the drop of a hat.

Hearing the sound, Lin Zhao slowly raised her head and met Shang Yu's cold face.

His eyes were red-rimmed, his eyelashes glistening with tears, looking both soft and pitiful.

Shang Yu's daytime irritability surged back up in an instant.

He said he hates people crying, and that tears are such a hassle.

"This isn't a shelter; I can't tolerate your tears. Hold them back."

He found it annoying.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao trembled violently, and her tears fell even more profusely.

He didn't mean to cry, but the tears were completely out of his control, choking him with sobs, and he couldn't even finish a sentence.

"I, I didn't mean to, I, I just..."

He frantically tried to wipe away his tears, but the more he wiped, the more messy it became, and his fingertips were trembling.

"My luggage is missing..."

Shang Yu glanced down at his flushed, tear-streaked face, his brows furrowing even more, his tone still cold and hard.

"If they're missing, they won't say anything. Do you think standing here crying will bring them back?"

Lin Zhao lowered his head, his shoulders hunched, and spoke softly after being scolded.

"Inside, inside is the teddy bear that the headmistress gave me..."

These words were as soft as a mosquito's hum, yet they still reached Shang Yu's ears.

He paused, something flashed in his eyes, then turned and walked back, his slippers making a soft sound on the ground. Without looking back, he coldly tossed out a sentence.

"What are you standing there for? Waiting to be kidnapped? Come on over."

Lin Zhao stood there, wiping away her tears, completely bewildered. Not daring to disobey, she could only sniffle and follow him step by step.

Shang Yu walked fast, and he had to jog to keep up.

Lin Zhao secretly looked up at his tall back. He really didn't understand how someone as picky as Mr. could grow so tall.

He's only 1.72 meters tall and was always called a shorty at school. The gentleman looks to be over 1.8 meters tall, a head taller than him.

Do rich people have some secret to growing taller?

I wonder if he's still growing taller at 22.

Shang Yu felt that direct gaze again, and his steps suddenly stopped.

Lin Zhao was so focused on his head, wondering how tall he was, that she didn't notice that her nose had bumped straight into his hard back with a "thud".

The boy stumbled, lost his balance, and instinctively tried to fall backward.

The next second, a large, well-defined hand gripped his waist with a firm and heavy force, lifting him halfway up.

"Ouch...it hurts."

Lin Zhao's nose stung and went numb, her eyes instantly reddened, her brows furrowed, and physiological tears fell in a plop, sticking to her long eyelashes, trembling.

The hand on his waist was hot and strong, making him freeze.

Shang Yu looked down at the person in his arms, tears streaming down her face and her nose red. He felt that the waist under his palm was unbelievably slender and so soft that it made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

He immediately let go, and Lin Zhao, feeling a little embarrassed, lowered her head and quickly apologized, her voice choked with emotion.

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

"No whining allowed!"

Shang Yu frowned, turned around and left, leaving Lin Zhao looking completely bewildered. (The question is, "How can she act cute?")

"Sir, have you misunderstood?" he hurriedly followed Shang Yu, grabbing the man's sleeve.

"Sir, I wasn't being coquettish. I... I'm genuinely apologizing."

He looked up at Shang Yu, trying his best to control his tears, but he didn't know that with his red eyes, no matter what he did, he would only make people think he was weak and helpless.

Shang Yu's breathing became rapid, and he spoke with a cold expression.

"Lin Zhao, I invited you here to cook. I hope you can remember your responsibilities and not do anything unimportant."

These words left Lin Zhao completely bewildered. What did they mean?

He's naturally a bit slower than others, but at least he can understand what others are saying. But with Mr. [referring to a teacher], he just can't understand anything.

He just stared blankly at Shang Yu, speechless, his fingertips still clutching the hem of the man's clothes.

Just as I was about to explain further, Shang Yu spoke up again.

"Let go, and don't look at me like that. I don't like men."

After saying that, he shook off Lin Zhao's hand and turned to leave.

Lin Zhao stood there, blinked, and asked, "So what if I don't like men?"

He doesn't like men either.

Isn't it normal that the gentleman is a man who doesn't like men?

What?!

What are you even talking about?!

Lin Zhao's mind was about to explode.

Standing at the door, unsure whether to go in, the next second, Shang Yu's voice came from inside.

"Come in."

Lin Zhao could only step inside, but this time she dared not look around blindly. She followed Shang Yu into the study, not understanding what he was going to do or what he had just said.

Shang Yu sat down at his computer desk and turned on his computer.

Lin Zhao stood at the door, not daring to come in.

Shang Yu looked up and saw his flustered appearance. Had he been too fierce just now?

But if he weren't fierce, who knows what this kid would do? He'd try to seduce people with every word he said, and even tug at his clothes.

If he hadn't had someone investigate his background after dinner, he would have really suspected that this was yet another person deliberately planted in the company.

He tapped the table with his fingertip, his tone still flat, but unconsciously softened considerably.

"What time did you lose your luggage?"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao subconsciously looked up, but then remembered Shang Yu telling him not to look at him, so he lowered his head and answered honestly.

"I don't know, I arrived at the villa around ten o'clock..."

Shang Yu: ...

"It's a wonder you even remembered this today. Why didn't you remember it next year?"

Lin Zhao lowered her head in embarrassment, staring at her toes.

Shang Yu turned on the surveillance camera at the villa entrance and sped it up. Sure enough, at 10:10, he saw Lin Zhao appear at the villa entrance.

Then, he furtively hid his tattered bag behind a big tree.

Then they stood obediently at the door, waiting for someone to open it.

In this sweltering heat, standing here for so long without even ringing the doorbell, aren't you afraid of getting heatstroke?

He looked up again and saw Lin Zhao still standing at the door.

Do you really enjoy military training?

Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment, not understanding.

But he still timidly shook his head.

"I don't like it, military training is tiring."

Shang Yu rubbed his temples. He really had nothing better to do than come here in the middle of the night to help people look for their luggage and get into trouble.

"Come in and sit down, it'll be a while."