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

The family doctor stepped forward and performed a brief examination.

A moment later, the doctor put away the instruments and reported in a low voice.

"Sir, it's nothing serious. You're just physically weak, and you were too emotional just now, so your blood circulation is a bit sluggish, and you also have a slight fever. I'll prescribe some mild medicine to regulate your body. Take it on time, and you'll be fine after a day or two of rest."

"understood."

Shang Yu nodded and then instructed Uncle Li.

"Call Sister Chen over tomorrow and have her stay in the small house. Don't let her cook for the next couple of days."

After saying that, he looked at the family doctor.

"Dr. Zhao, you stay too."

Dr. Zhao was somewhat surprised, but still nodded respectfully.

After the two people left, Dr. Zhao couldn't contain his curiosity and spoke up.

"Is that the new nanny we hired inside?"

Uncle Li was still in shock and didn't listen carefully, nodding haphazardly.

Dr. Zhao spoke again.

"I don't think so, Lao Li. What are you hiding from me?"

Dr. Zhao and Uncle Li have known each other for quite some time; they used to live together at the old house.

Later, because my husband moved out, he only brought Uncle Li with him. In addition, my husband rarely called the family doctor, so they didn't have many opportunities to meet.

I learned about this nanny from the maid who came to clean the villa.

Seeing his curiosity, Uncle Li put his arm around his shoulder and lowered his voice to say something.

"Let me tell you..."

He lowered his voice, glanced back, and spoke mysteriously.

"Go to bed early, Lao Zhao. Staying up late is bad for your health."

After saying that, he vanished in a flash, running away as fast as he could.

What a joke! The boss already told him not to talk nonsense. He wants to work peacefully until retirement.

"Hey, you old geezer!"

Dr. Zhao, carrying his medical kit, realized what was happening and strode after them.

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Inside the room, Shang Yu lifted the covers and got into bed, turning his head to look at the person lying next to him.

The boy was wearing oversized black pajamas, which made his small face look even more adorable. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his breathing was even.

He subconsciously reached out, his fingertips tracing the boy's handsome facial features, from his long eyelashes to his delicate nose and rosy lips.

I'm so happy no matter how I look at her. How come I never noticed before that her Zhao Zhao is so beautiful?

It was exactly what he wanted; even if he did nothing, just looking at that face made him happy.

It was a bit hot, so Shang Yu turned the air conditioner down by two degrees and quietly closed his eyes, waiting for something.

A dozen minutes later, someone snuggled into his arms, nestled against him, and mumbled something.

"Ugh... It's so cold..."

Oh dear, Zhao Zhao is cold. We can't let him get cold. Shang Yu quickly reached out and hugged him tightly.

I adjusted his position to make sure he was sleeping soundly, and then gently closed my eyes after kissing his forehead.

As a result, Shang Yu got up to take a shower three times that night, and Lin Zhao's sleeping posture was really bad, always rubbing against things.

This ignited his anger, making him want to drag the person out and give them a good beating.

But the boy was sleeping so soundly that he couldn't bear to part with him.

The next day, when Shang Yu woke up with a face clearly showing unsatisfied desire, he looked at the person who was still fast asleep and felt an itch in his teeth.

She ripped open Lin Zhao's pajamas and gently bit his collarbone with her canine teeth.

"Hmm~"

The sleeping man stirred restlessly, and Shang Yu immediately loosened his teeth, burying his face in the man's neck with affection, sniffing the air; it was all his own scent.

His morning temper flared up instantly. His Adam's apple bobbed for a moment, and after forcibly suppressing the throbbing in his heart, he raised his head and kissed the corner of his lips.

"Baby, wait for me to come back."

After that, she quietly got out of bed, went to the guest room to wash up and change her clothes.

The results were announced today, and he still had to attend a shareholders' meeting to explain the matter. He had originally planned to bring Lin Zhao along.

But seeing how soundly he was sleeping, I couldn't bear to wake him. I'll just show him the documents when I get back.

When they went downstairs, the two servants from the commercial residence had already arrived. Uncle Li, along with Sister Chen and Dr. Zhao, were waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

"Sir, everything is arranged."

Sister Chen greeted her respectfully.

"Hello, sir."

Shang Yu nodded.

"Sister Chen, these next few days you can cook a little more flavorful food. Don't worry too much about me, make a few spicy dishes."

"Uncle Li, keep your voice down. When he wakes up, give him a glass of milk first. Send me a message after he finishes his medicine. If he feels unwell, Dr. Zhao will keep an eye on him."

Both Sister Chen and Dr. Zhao nodded in agreement.

"Understood, sir."

Shang Yu then looked at the three of them, his voice carrying a hint of warning.

"Before, you didn't live here, and you could report anything to Mother, so I wouldn't say anything. But now that you're living here, you need to know what you should say and what you shouldn't say."

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, especially Uncle Li, who had reported this to his family. It was all over; his retirement pension was in jeopardy.

Uncle Li quickly stepped forward, wanting to show his loyalty.

"gentlemen……"

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Alright, let's not talk about the past. Mother is going back to China next month, and I don't want to hear anything from her about that person in the master bedroom upstairs. Do you understand?"

They all hurriedly and respectfully agreed, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Everyone could see that this new young man held an unusually high place in the teacher's heart.

"Is the car ready?"

"They're already waiting at the door."

Shang Yu raised his hand and rubbed his temples. After a night of enduring hardship, his eyes showed unconcealable fatigue and a somber expression.

Before leaving, I couldn't help but turn back and look towards the bedroom on the second floor.

He paused for a moment before stepping outside.

As soon as he left, the villa fell silent.

The old foxes exchanged glances but remained silent.

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Upstairs in the bedroom, Lin Zhao opened her eyes groggily, not knowing how long she had slept.

The ceiling, both strange and familiar, came into view. He blinked blankly, then burrowed deeper into the covers, where a refreshing sandalwood scent wafted in.

He sat up abruptly, a wave of soreness washing over him, and he felt unwell all over.

Looking around at the familiar furnishings, he froze on the spot.

Is this... is this the gentleman's room?

Memories of last night, hazy and fragmented, are flooding back.

Lin Yu lost control and hugged him frantically, forcibly feeding him something unknown, and his consciousness began to blur.

Then Shang Yu appeared just in time and took him away. He was trembling with pain the whole way, crying and asking Lin Yu if what he said was true.

Later, I felt unbearably hot all over, and the voice of my husband in my ear was indistinct, and my reason completely failed me.

It looks like...it looks like they even kissed!

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Lin Zhao's pupils shrank sharply, and she froze in shock.

More shameful images flooded in like a tide.

She unconsciously snuggled into his arms, clinging to him tightly and refusing to let go, rubbing against him haphazardly, and even reaching out to tug at his clothes!

All the unsavory yet intimate gestures seemed to be done by him alone.

Lin Zhao's cheeks instantly turned bright red, the color spreading from her ears all the way to her neck. Her heart pounded wildly, and she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Oh my god, what did he do? He actually made a suggestive move on the gentleman?

He hurriedly raised his hand to pull up his loosely undone pajamas, and a slight stinging pain came as his fingertips touched his collarbone.

He recalled that morning, as if the man had whispered something in his ear, as if telling him to wait.

Lin Zhao suddenly jumped out of bed, telling him to wait?

What are you waiting for? Are you waiting to settle accounts?

They were so angry they bit someone!

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Lin Zhao panicked. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.