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

Lin Zhao lowered her head and answered softly.

"Yes, I saw it. Thank you, Brother Ayu."

"Um."

A slight smile flickered across Shang Yu's lips, but he quickly regained his composure.

"If you like it, I'll buy it for you again next time. Go and get ready, we're going to the bar soon."

Lin Zhao nodded quickly and ran out without saying a word.

Lin Zhao's chest started pounding uncontrollably again, and she began to wonder if she had a heart attack.

Lin Zhao carried the vase back to the hut. Just as she was about to push open the door, she felt as if something was blocking it from behind.

He used a bit of force and carefully opened the door.

I was puzzled when I saw the boxes of various sizes on the ground.

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Lin Zhao tiptoed over the boxes on the ground, placed the vases in their places, and then squatted down to open one of them.

My eyes lit up instantly. It was a black short-sleeved t-shirt, seemingly from the same series as mine, except the plush toy on its shoulder was a little panda.

Then I opened the second item, which was a gray tracksuit.

The third item is a beige shirt set in the same color scheme.

The more Lin Zhao disassembled the clothes, the more familiar they seemed. Weren't these the clothes that the gentleman had looked at today?

Why did you send it to him here?

He quickly covered it up, ready to deliver it to his husband, when his phone rang.

It was a message from Mr.

Sir: Have you seen the things in the room?

Lin Zhao quickly replied to the message.

Lin Zhao: Yes, I saw it, Brother Ayu. Don't worry, I'll bring it to you right away.

gentlemen:?

Lin Zhao: Wasn't this the outfit you picked out today? Sorry, I opened it to take a look...

gentlemen:……

The other party withdrew a message.

Sir: Yes, the item in your room is a free gift. It would be a shame to throw it away, so keep it.

When Lin Zhao saw that Shang Yu said it was a free gift, he squatted down, opened a box, took it out and looked at it. It was intact from all sides. Was this a free gift?

Even if they're free gifts, these must be quite expensive; it's such a waste to give them to him.

But as if knowing what he was thinking, the other side quickly sent a message.

Shang Yu: Don't say you don't want it. If you don't want it, just put it in the trash can by the door and sell it as junk.

Lin Zhao saw this and quickly typed it out.

Lin Zhao: No, no, I want it, I want it! Thank you, Brother Yu!

The other end showed that it was typing, and it took about half a minute to reply.

Sir: Wear the outfit I put on your bed tonight.

Lin Zhao looked at his bed, and sure enough, there was a set of clothes on it.

It's a white short-sleeved shirt with a Chinese-style ink-splash design, paired with off-white casual suit pants. The fabric is light and thin, and feels smooth to the touch.

Lin Zhao had never worn this style of clothing before.

He bit his lip, feeling somewhat unworthy of her...

Perhaps because I hadn't replied for a long time, my husband sent me another message.

Sir: Meet at the entrance at eight o'clock.

Lin Zhao glanced at his phone; only half an hour remained. Without time to think, he quickly replied to a few messages, grabbed his clothes from the bed, and headed straight for the bathroom.

Shang Yu, in his study on the second floor, smiled slightly as he looked at the message that had just arrived, tapping his fingertips on the table.

Zhao Zhao: Thank you, Brother Ayu. I will keep it safe and wear it every day from now on.

Zhao Zhao: Then I'll get ready quickly.

Zhao Zhao: See you in a bit!

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Lin Zhao quickly took a shower, changed his clothes, and stood in front of the mirror. His fingertips repeatedly stroked the fabric of the ink-splattered white shirt, and the smooth touch made him even more uneasy.

The clothes were so exquisite that they made his slender figure look even more gentle, but he always felt that he couldn't pull them off.

With only ten minutes left, he didn't think much of it, tidied his slightly messy bangs, and quickly grabbed his phone and walked out.

He walked quickly to the entrance of the main hall, his fingertips instinctively wanting to clutch the hem of his clothes, but afraid of wrinkling it.

So he lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers, glancing at the stairwell every now and then.

I was both looking forward to seeing my husband and a little nervous, afraid that I wouldn't be dressed well and would displease him.

Before long, steady footsteps came from the stairs.

Lin Zhao lowered her head subconsciously, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and even her breathing became soft.

Shang Yu walked down the stairs, his gaze falling on the person at the door.

The boy was dressed in his carefully chosen clothes, looking clean and handsome. His originally timid appearance was made even more gentle and refined by the clothes. His obedient look with his head down was so endearing that it softened one's heart.

He deliberately suppressed the smile on his lips, his tone remaining indifferent, revealing little emotion.

"What are you standing there for? Come here."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao slowly raised her head, and her cheeks flushed even more when she saw Shang Yu's attire.

Shang Yu wore a black shirt with the same ink splatter design, except his was splattered with white ink, while black was the majority.

It creates a special harmony with the white clothes he's wearing.

Although it was the same cut and style, it looked more aloof and noble on Shang Yu.

Lin Zhao moved quietly in front of him, her head still slightly lowered, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Brother Ayu, I... I'm dressed..."

Shang Yu reached out, his fingertips brushing against his shoulder, and straightened his slightly disheveled shirt collar.

Her movements were natural and gentle, and the warmth of her fingertips seeped through the thin fabric, making Lin Zhao stiffen and her heart pound so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

"It suits you well."

Shang Yu's voice was deep and gentle.

"Let's go, it'll be bad if we get late."

After saying that, he walked ahead naturally, but deliberately slowed his pace, waiting for Lin Zhao behind him to catch up.

Lin Zhao watched his tall, straight back and quickly followed.

Lin Zhao appeared extremely nervous throughout the journey, her fingers clenched tightly together, which Shang Yu noticed.

He reached out and covered the back of his hand.

"Don't be nervous, we'll come back if you don't find it fun later."

Lin Zhao nodded.

Shang Yu then gave further instructions.

"Don't wander off when we go inside. Stay close to me. Don't eat or drink anything anyone gives you; you can only drink what I give you. Don't talk to strangers. If anyone bullies you, call me immediately. And..."

Shang Yu rambled on and on, making Lin Zhao dizzy, when she suddenly burst out laughing.

Shang Yu paused in his speech.

"What are you laughing at?"

Lin Zhao shook her head.

"No, it's nothing. I just think that Brother Yu looks a bit like the headmistress. When I was little, she would always tell me that whenever I went out with her."

Shang Yu flicked his forehead with his fingertip.

"What's wrong? You think I talk too much? Then let's not go, let's turn around and go back."

After saying that, he walked back and pretended to ask the driver to turn around.

Lin Zhao quickly grabbed his arm and looked at him expectantly.

"No, no, I don't mind. Don't go back, I want to go. I've never been before..."

Seeing his reaction, Shang Yu snorted coldly.

"Not nervous anymore?"

Lin Zhao nodded.

"I'm not nervous when Brother Ayu is here."

Lin Zhao's voice was soft and gentle; with just this one simple sentence, Shang Yu's feigned coldness crumbled completely.

She sighed and ruffled his hair.

"good."