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

Lin Zhao felt hot all over from being called "wife" by him, and immediately turned her head away, her speech becoming much more stammering.

"You, you, you, don't talk nonsense!"

Shang Yu chuckled softly and moved closer to him.

"I...I...I...How could I say such a thing? Aren't you my wife? Huh?"

Lin Zhao bit her lower lip, so ashamed she wanted to crawl under the table. Her fingertips gripped his clothes, crumpling them into a mess, and her ears turned completely red.

Shang Yu thought he was about to fall silent, but unexpectedly heard a very soft sound coming from his chest.

"Yes……"

Overwhelmed with joy, Shang Yu couldn't help but lean closer, cupping the person in his hands and asking questions.

"What did you say?"

Lin Zhao couldn't bring himself to say it, so he shook his head. But Shang Yu pressed himself against him, clinging to him and rubbing against him affectionately.

"Okay, Zhao Zhao, say it again, okay? Whose wife are you? Hmm?"

Lin Zhao felt dizzy from the shaking. He felt that his boss had really changed a lot. He used to be so cold and aloof.

But now, after only a few hours, she's become warm and clingy, even acting spoiled, and he feels an inexplicable fondness for her.

This was a feeling he had never had before. He thought, no wonder everyone wants to be in love; it really is a good thing.

Unable to bear the nagging any longer, Lin Zhao finally spoke.

"It's for Brother Ayu, it's..."

He took a deep breath, looked up at the man, and his face was full of sincerity.

"It's yours."

Shang Yu's heart was practically melting. There was no way to describe his feelings at that moment. If he had to describe it, it would be in one word: awesome!

Throughout the entire meal, Shang Yu's eyes and lips never left his mouth. He barely ate any himself, instead holding the bowl and feeding Lin Zhao the whole time.

Almost every time Lin Zhao looked at a dish, he would immediately pick it up and feed it to her, carefully removing the bones.

Seeing that he swallowed it, but seemed to choke a little, I immediately brought him water and carefully fed him, holding his chin with my hand to catch it.

Lin Zhao felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Brother Ayu, I'll eat it myself."

He was about to reach for the bowl and chopsticks when they dodged him.

"No, that's how it is when you're in a relationship. There's no way you can feed yourself."

He spoke with a straight face, and Lin Zhao nodded thoughtfully. "Probably," she thought. "Maybe he's not used to dating because he's never been in a relationship before, but he wouldn't lie to me."

After finishing a bowl of rice, he drank a large bowl of soup.

Shang Yu gently wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

"Are you full?"

Lin Zhao nodded.

Shang Yu touched his little belly, which was bulging, chuckled softly, and picked him up and carried him to the sofa.

But instead of putting the person down, she simply held him in her arms and buried her head in his neck.

"What should I do? I don't want to leave. I want to hold you like this forever."

Lin Zhao immediately became anxious.

"How can that be? Aren't we going back to the orphanage?"

"But what if I want to hug you?"

Lin Zhao's mind raced. She turned around, grabbed the person's shoulder, and whispered a suggestion.

"How about I hug you again when you come back?"

"emmm"

Shang Yu seemed to be thinking, and Lin Zhao, fearing he might say no, immediately increased her stakes.

"You can hug me for as long as you want!"

As she spoke, she shook his shoulder.

"Brother Ayu, please, I really want to go back."

Shang Yu forcibly suppressed the smile on his lips.

"Alright then, let's hug for another ten minutes and then we'll leave."

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The driver was already waiting outside. Even when walking, Shang Yu insisted on holding his hand, let alone in the car, where he would hold on tightly and not want to let go.

Although Lin Zhao felt a little uncomfortable, she couldn't bear to push him away, because if he did, her teacher would look at her with those pitiful eyes.

ask him.

"Are you regretting it?"

Lin Zhao immediately gave in and nestled obediently in his arms.

Upon arriving at the orphanage, as soon as he got out of the car, Shang Yu naturally took his hand, just like before, but this time he dodged it.

Lin Zhao hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Brother Ayu, can we...can we not tell the headmistress about our relationship yet?"

Shang Yu felt a little sad, but he could understand. Dean Chen looked older than his parents, and few people of their age could accept that.

Even he didn't dare to expose Lin Zhao to his parents so easily. After all, the Shang family was a century-old family, and although his father had handed the company over to him...

However, the resources at his disposal were equally incalculable, and if he were to target Lin Zhao, he was unsure if he could protect him.

Therefore, we must proceed gradually.

However, while he could understand, how could Shang Yu let such a good opportunity slip by?

His eyes drooped, and he looked at Lin Zhao with some sadness.

"Does Zhaozhao think I'm embarrassing?"

"Of course not!"

Lin Zhao immediately explained.

"I'm just worried that the headmistress might not be able to accept it right away..."

He was eager to defend himself, but he was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say. His eyes even turned red with anxiety.

Shang Yu knew when to stop and ruffled his hair.

"I understand, Zhao Zhao, it's okay, I don't blame you. I'm just a little sad, as long as Zhao Zhao..."

He leaned down and lowered his voice.

"You can make it up to me tonight."

The two were very close, their warm breaths almost brushing against his cheeks.

Lin Zhao was taken aback, not expecting him to say such inappropriate things at this time.

Standing there, she clutched the hem of her clothes, feeling somewhat helpless. Her fair face was flushed, and her beautiful eyes were filled with panic and shyness.

Shang Yu didn't intend to ask him to agree now, since there was still plenty of time.

He took a step back, straightened his clothes, and resumed his previous employer-like demeanor.

"Let's go see the children."

After speaking, he turned and walked into the courtyard. Lin Zhao stood at the door, watching the man's tall figure walk forward.

He took a deep breath, patted his burning cheeks, and then followed.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, the children rushed towards them, and Lin Zhao instinctively reached out to hug them.

But then he saw the children hug Shang Yu, who was in front of him, and then, after Lin Zhao walked past, the children excitedly went up and hugged him again.

"Brother Xiao Zhao, you're here too!"

"also?"

"Yes, it was always Brother Shang who came alone before."

Lin Zhao looked at Shang Yu with some surprise, but the latter didn't say anything and just smiled.

Dean Chen walked over, leaning on his cane.

"Xiao Zhao, you should thank Mr. Shang properly. A while ago, Mr. Shang sent people to deliver a lot of supplies. The children now have more clothes than they can wear, and all the desks and chairs are new."

Shang Yu stepped forward and greeted Dean Chen with a faint smile.

"Dean Chen, no need for thanks, Zhao..."

He paused, then changed his words.

"Xiao Zhao has helped me a lot during this time, so it's only right that I help him take care of his younger siblings."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Lin Zhao.

"Xiao Zhao, you're right, aren't you?"