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

Almost instantly after he finished speaking, Lin Zhao sat up abruptly from the bed.

He spoke in a panic.

"You're awake, Brother Yu. You should go to work now."

As she spoke, she got out of bed and pushed Shang Yu, trying to make him leave.

Shang Yu smiled, picked him up, and sat him on his lap. He held the man's slender ankles with his fingertips and took out a handkerchief to wipe the soles of his feet.

"They go barefoot, not afraid of getting dirty."

A rustling, ticklish sensation came from the soles of her feet. Lin Zhao shifted uncomfortably, lowered her head, and didn't dare to look at him.

Shang Yu looked at his reddened ear tips and couldn't resist taking a small bite with his teeth.

Lin Zhao subconsciously tilted her head.

"Ah, Brother Yu, you should leave quickly..."

Shang Yu's tone softened.

"What's wrong? Trying to get rid of me?"

Lin Zhao immediately shook her head.

"No, it's just that I'm going to be late..."

He spoke weakly, his reason utterly unconvincing.

Shang Yu felt a sudden tightness in his chest as he watched him instinctively dodge, but he didn't want to push the man too far.

She put the handkerchief aside, then carried him back to the bed. Just as she was about to reach out and rub his head, he dodged her, and her hand hovered in mid-air for a moment before she withdrew it.

In the end, he said nothing and turned to leave.

Lin Zhao looked at the closed door, then pulled the blanket over his head. He really didn't know how to face his teacher.

My husband seemed angry just now, but whenever he thought about that unfamiliar feeling from last night, and how painful it was, he was instinctively afraid.

The more I think about it, the sadder I get. He didn't want this to happen, but it just hurts so much...

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Throughout the day, the employees of the Shang Group noticed that their big boss was in a bad mood.

During the meeting, I scolded several people, and the document I handed over was rejected and had to be redone within two minutes.

The small group chat exploded.

Escaped mental patient: Family members! Does anyone understand why the cold-faced Yama has returned?

Rat Man: Who says otherwise? I went up to sign the papers today, and the cold almost froze me to death.

Intern Xiao Nai Gai: I haven't seen the big boss bring lunch for several days. Could they have had a fight?

Fugitive mental patient: You know what, you really don't believe it, I guess so, sob sob sob, it's like gods arguing and ordinary people suffer.

Rat Man: Sigh, I don't know if the boss's wife will be able to bring the food today. I really don't want to sign the forms again.

Assistant Li, who was diving, said he also wanted to know. Not only the office, but even the president's assistant's office was affected. He sneezed several times.

Throughout the day, Shang Yu couldn't calm down, his mind constantly replaying the scene of Lin Zhao avoiding him that morning.

The irritation in my heart just wouldn't subside. I had finally managed to let people down their guard, and now it's all ruined.

Shang Yu rubbed his throbbing temples, but ultimately couldn't resist and asked his assistant, Li Te, to postpone the afternoon's schedule and have the driver take him home.

When they arrived at the villa, the main hall was empty, and when they returned to their room upstairs, Lin Zhao had already left.

He went downstairs, and Uncle Li happened to walk in. He was a little surprised to see him, not expecting him to get off work so early today.

"gentlemen?"

"Um."

Shang Yu looked around the hall but didn't see anyone.

Uncle Li immediately understood and said.

"Sir, Xiao Zhao has gone back to her hut. She should be busy fertilizing in the garden right now."

Shang Yu glanced at him unhappily.

"Who asked him?"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the study on the second floor.

Uncle Li curled his lip. "You went up to the second floor without asking. Everyone knows the study faces the garden directly."

Shang Yu sat down in front of the computer, picked up the newspaper on the table, and flipped through it aimlessly.

As I flipped through the pages, I started to get a headache, so I decided to go out the window and look at the scenery to relax my eyes.

As I walked to the window, I happened to see Lin Zhao squatting in front of his small vegetable garden, muttering to himself, though I couldn't quite make out what he was saying.

Lin Zhao was in a bad mood all day. In the morning, Uncle Li called him to eat breakfast, and after eating, he went back to his hut to lie down.

Then I discussed what happened last night with Guabao, but Guabao said he was lewd...

If you don't talk to him, he just tries to change the subject.

Lin Zhao had no one to confide in, and it was too shameful to talk about such things, so she could only tell Xiao Qingcai.

"Little Cabbage, what should we do if Brother Yu is angry?"

"But I didn't dodge on purpose, it really hurts."

"Should I just bear with it? I wonder if there's anything that can relieve the pain, so it won't hurt anymore..."

The sun was so bright outside, yet he just squatted there without even wearing a hat.

He really wasn't afraid of heatstroke; Shang Yu's face visibly darkened.

He turned around and went straight downstairs. Uncle Li saw him coming down, but before he could even greet him, he saw him head towards the garden.

Uncle Li clicked his tongue inwardly, thinking to himself, "What a hypocrite!"

Lin Zhao didn't notice the person approaching at all; she only felt a sudden coolness above her head and thought the weather had changed.

He subconsciously looked up and met Shang Yu's gaze. Shang Yu was standing behind him, backlit, so he was a little hard to see.

"Ah, Brother Yu?"

"You're not afraid of getting heatstroke squatting here."

Shang Yu bent down, wanting to help the person up, but as soon as he reached out, the person dodged him again.

Lin Zhao herself was caught off guard and hurriedly stood up to explain.

"I'm not, I..."

The next instant, she was suddenly lifted into the air, and when she came to her senses, she realized that Shang Yu had carried her on his shoulder.

Uncle Li watched as Shang Yu carried Lin Zhao up to the second-floor bedroom, and with a "click," the door closed.

Inside the room, Lin Zhao was placed on the bed by the man, whose tall body quickly pressed down on her.

Lin Zhao instinctively tried to dodge, but Shang Yu held her wrist firmly, preventing her from moving.

He was terrified and hurriedly spoke.

"Ah, Brother Yu, I haven't bought any painkillers yet. Can we please stop doing that now?"

He was so frightened that tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice was choked with sobs.

Shang Yu was stunned for a moment, and the anger surging in his heart instantly dissipated.

After realizing what had happened, he quickly let go, pulled the person into his arms, and looked them over.

"Painkillers? Zhao Zhao, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Lin Zhao quickly grabbed his wrist.

No, no.

"What is that?"

Lin Zhao pursed her lips and remained silent. Shang Yu was getting impatient. After waiting for a long time, he finally heard her speak in a very soft voice.

"Pfft, my butt hurts..."

Shang Yu froze on the spot, and the atmosphere immediately became awkward.

After thinking for a while, Shang Yu understood and was both amused and exasperated. He reached out and wiped the reddened corners of Lin Zhao's eyes, and his tone softened.

"So Zhaozhao isn't afraid of me, she's afraid of pain?"

Lin Zhao nodded, then shook his head, and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I'm not afraid of Brother Ayu now, but I was a little scared of the one last night..."

He spoke softer and softer until Shang Yu could barely hear him.

"Why? Are you feeling unwell?"

This time, Lin Zhao readily shook his head.

"It hurts so much, it really hurts."

He looked up at Shang Yu with a pitiful expression, his little face still showing lingering fear.

For the first time, Shang Yu experienced what it meant to feel frustrated. He had initially thought it was because he was too hasty and had scared people away.

I never imagined it would be because of me... because my skills are so bad...

Shang Yu leaned down slightly and pulled the boy into his arms, whispering in the boy's ear in a very low voice, his tone so gentle it seemed like it could melt water.

"It's my fault, brother. I was too hasty. If Zhaozhao doesn't like it, we won't do it, okay?"