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

"Old Shang, that's enough. If someone dies, it'll be a real problem."

He knew Shang Yu's temper; he always left a way out after things were over. Last time, choosing to call the police was already giving him a chance. This time, he had really angered him.

This person is quite something, managing to escape from here.

Shang Yu glanced at Shen Youqing, his eyes still filled with the same ferocity, but he didn't directly refute her. Instead, he released his grip and threw Lin Yu hard back to the ground.

Lin Yu collapsed to the ground, panting heavily and coughing up blood.

Driven by the will to survive, he scrambled to grab Shang Yu's leg, only to be kicked away by Shang Yu. The force wasn't great, but it was enough to make him never dare to approach again.

"Last time I gave Zhao Zhao face, and because you took care of him when he was a child, I didn't do anything to you."

"But from today onwards, you'll never be able to turn your life around."

After speaking, Shang Yu didn't look at him again. He tore off the belt from his hand and threw it aside. He buttoned up his collar, washed his hands, and made sure there was no obvious blood on his body before turning and walking towards the door.

He spoke as he passed Shen Youqing.

"Take care of it. I don't want to see him in Beijing again."

After saying that, he pushed open the toilet door and left.

Shen Youqing looked at Lin Yu, who was lying on the ground barely alive, and shook his head helplessly.

"Fine, he'll have to do all the dirty and tiring work."

Despite saying that, he quickly took out his phone and made a call. Before long, a group of men in black appeared and dragged him away.

Alright, forget about Beijing, you probably won't even see this person in China.

He's lucky to have offended Shang Yu; he'll get to travel abroad.

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When Shang Yu walked to the booth, he saw Lin Zhao with her head down, curled up in a ball. He knew without him even having to tell that the little guy was probably crying secretly again.

Seeing that someone had arrived, Shen Ci calmly withdrew his hand and looked at Shang Yu, who nodded.

Shen Ci glanced at Lin Zhao again before handing the person over to him.

Almost as soon as Shang Yu sat down, Lin Zhao suddenly looked up, and the tears that had just stopped fell again the moment she looked at him.

He instinctively raised his hands and wrapped them tightly around his neck, sobbing softly and calling his name repeatedly.

"Brother Yu, Brother Yu, waaaaah..."

Shang Yu's heart clenched; the tears seemed to have pelted his heart.

He held the person tightly, his voice somewhat unsteady.

"Shall we go home?"

Lin Zhao nodded quickly, muttering to himself.

"Go home, go home."

Shang Yu picked the person up and strode towards the door. Gu Ze saw this and quickly went forward.

"Brother Shang, what's wrong?"

Shang Yu looked at him with displeasure.

"Your bar has really good security; you let just anyone in."

After saying that, he walked straight out, leaving Gu Ze standing there dumbfounded.

Just as he was about to chase after them, a group of men in black dragged a blood-covered person out of the restroom, and Gu Ze's face turned ashen.

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Shang Yu carried the person into the car and gave instructions.

"Back to the villa, hurry up."

After saying that, he raised the barrier and then pushed the person in his arms away. Lin Zhao was still sobbing softly, with an abnormal flush on her eyes, nose, and cheeks.

Shang Yu assumed he was crying and didn't think anything of it.

They were the only ones in the carriage. He carefully checked Lin Zhao for any injuries, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found none.

Only then did she turn Lin Zhao's head around, tenderly wiping away his tears with her fingertips, before speaking.

"Zhaozhao? Zhaozhao, look at me. Did he bully you? Or did he say something to you?"

Lin Zhao was in a state of terror; Lin Yu's sudden outburst had really frightened him.

Now, nestled in Shang Yu's arms, hearing people ask what happened, and remembering Lin Yu's words, he suddenly didn't know how to ask.

It felt like there was a wad of cotton stuck in my throat; I opened my mouth for a long time, but couldn't say a word.

Shang Yu quickly brought water, turned on the tap, and held it to his lips.

"No rush, have some water first, and then we can talk slowly."

Lin Zhao obediently took a few sips from his hand.

Whether it was because the embrace was too warm or because Shang Yu's voice was too gentle, Lin Zhao gradually calmed down.

"Is that enough?"

Shang Yu spoke, and Lin Zhao nodded. He then put the lid back on and tossed it aside.

She held him quietly, her large hand stroking his back, waiting for him to speak.

After a long while, Lin Zhao suddenly grabbed his collar with both hands.

"Ah, Brother Yu, just now..."

He paused for a moment, then continued speaking only after receiving an encouraging look from Shang Yu.

"Lin Yu just said that the suburban project was finalized today, and the orphanage will definitely be demolished..."

His voice choked as soon as he finished speaking.

Shang Yu's eyes darkened, a hint of murderous intent flashing within them, but fearing he might frighten the person in his arms, he closed his eyes and spoke softly.

"And what about Zhaozhao? Did Zhaozhao believe it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zhao suddenly became excited, propped herself up, and stared straight at him.

"I don't believe it. Brother Ayu told me to trust you, so I only trust you. I want to hear what you say. Whatever you say is what it is. Even if it really has to be demolished, I believe Brother Ayu did his best. I don't blame you."

Her eyes were filled with tears, her eyelashes trembled, but the sincerity in her eyes was overflowing.

Shang Yu's breathing almost stopped. At this moment, all his emotions seemed to have reached their peak, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

Looking at Lin Zhao like this, he really wanted to kiss her without hesitation. Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, but this time he couldn't control himself.

He muttered to himself.

"Silly Zhao Zhao..."

The moment he finished speaking, he raised his hand, grabbed Lin Zhao's chin, and kissed her fiercely.

Lin Zhao's mind went blank, her whole body stiffened, and her fingers clenched even tighter, but she couldn't push the person away.

The cool lips touched his own; even though they were both men, he wasn't unpleasant at all.

Lin Zhao blinked blankly.

Shang Yu loosened his grip, his forehead pressed against Shang Yu's.

"Close your eyes, Zhao Zhao."

Lin Zhao's breathing gradually quickened, and she inexplicably closed her eyes.

Seeing how obedient he was, Shang Yu did not resist, and all his pent-up desires surged forth.

She gripped the back of his neck and kissed him fiercely, her long tongue plunging in, barging in and out without any skill, only her slow, tender affection.

He finally tasted the lips he had longed for in his dreams, and they were indeed as soft and sweet as he had imagined.

Shang Yu's kiss, like the man himself, was headstrong and domineering, and would not back down if Lin Zhao even slightly considered retreating.

He would move even closer, holding the person in his arms tightly.

Lin Zhao quickly went limp, his mind became even more muddled, and he was deprived of his breath, almost suffocating.

Just when he was about to reach his limit, the man finally let go of him.

Both of them were panting heavily. Shang Yu stroked Lin Zhao's cheek with his hand, his voice hoarse.

"Zhaozhao, believe me, the results will be out tomorrow. I'll take you to see them myself, okay?"

Lin Zhao remained silent for a long time. When Shang Yu looked up at Lin Zhao again, his breath caught in his throat.

Her originally pink lips were kissed until they turned bright red, like overripe, rotten fruit.

The boy had fair skin and rosy eyes, with a strange allure that ignited Shang Yu's lust.

"Zhaozhao..."

His voice was hoarse beyond belief, but Lin Zhao remained silent, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed as if in some discomfort. Suddenly, she stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

"It's so hot, so hot, I feel so uncomfortable, Brother Yu, I feel so bad..."