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

Lin Zhao was taken aback upon hearing this, and looked up at him in surprise.

"Really? Really?"

Shang Yu nodded.

"Well, if you don't like it, we won't make it."

Lin Zhao bit her lower lip, seemingly deep in thought, and hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"But, but then there's nothing I can do to help you."

As he spoke, his breathing became increasingly unsteady. Shang Yuzhen was starting to overthink again, and he was probably going to cry again in the next second.

He reached out and grabbed Lin Zhao's waist, turning him around so that he was facing him, and then touched his cheek with his fingertips.

"Who says Zhaozhao has no other way to help me?"

Lin Zhao tilted her head, as if asking, "What else?"

Shang Yu was charmed by his cuteness, her lips curved slightly, she opened her arms and hugged him tightly, burying her head in his neck and nuzzling him.

"Zhao Zhao can also recharge me. I'm very tired after a long day of work. Just like this, hugging me for a while will make me feel better."

Lin Zhao froze completely. The refreshing scent of sandalwood lingered in her nose, and her husband's embrace was warm and reassuring.

All the previous fears vanished at once, and a sweet feeling welled up in my heart.

He reached out and hugged the man's strong waist, mimicking his gesture by holding him tightly.

"Then I'll recharge my husband every day from now on."

Shang Yu squinted and leaned on his shoulder, her mood, which had been suppressed all day, finally improving.

Although he really wanted to do that kind of thing, if doing it would make Lin Zhao afraid of him, he would rather never do it for the rest of his life.

Anyway, I've already endured over twenty years of bland and tasteless food, so enduring a few more decades won't hurt.

However, Shang Yu overestimated his resistance to Lin Zhao.

After hugging for a while and maintaining this position, Lin Zhao felt a little hot and subconsciously shifted her body, but was suddenly pressed down on her waist.

"Don't move."

His voice was hoarse and deep, filled with intense desire, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

Lin Zhao quickly realized what was happening and froze, not daring to move an inch.

Shang Yu naturally sensed it, chuckled, released the man, and ruffled his hair.

"Go check if Sister Chen has prepared dinner."

Lin Zhao nodded obediently, stood up hesitantly, and walked forward, looking back every few steps.

Shang Yu found his reaction amusing and coughed lightly.

"Zhaozhao, if you keep dawdling like this, I'll start to suspect that you're playing hard to get."

"No, no, I'll go right now."

The next second, his legs moved faster than a rabbit's, and he disappeared in a flash, even closing the door behind him.

Shang Yu lay on his back on the bed, staring at the empty ceiling, and felt like he had gone mad, actually having a wife yet willingly remaining a widow.

Lin Zhao had better be able to charge him for life, otherwise he really would... kill him.

The harsh words were kept in his heart, but the act of getting up to take a shower was the truth.

"Brother Ayu? Dinner is ready."

Lin Zhao stood at the door and knocked, but no one answered. He knocked again, but still no one answered. He stood at the door, unsure whether to go in or leave.

"Brother Yu, are you asleep?"

"Come in."

A moment later, Shang Yu's voice rang out, sounding somewhat hoarse. Lin Zhao didn't think much of it, opened the door, and found the room empty.

"Brother Ayu?"

He called out tentatively.

Another silence fell, broken only by the intermittent sound of flowing water.

"Zhaozhao, please sit down for a while."

Lin Zhao belatedly realized from the noise coming from the bathroom that her husband was taking a shower.

He sat on the sofa, playing a match-3 game on his phone, and waited patiently for the person to come out.

But suddenly she heard her husband calling her.

"Zhaozhao..."

Lin Zhao paused, put down her phone, and walked to the bathroom.

"What's wrong, Brother Yu? Did you forget something?"

There was another long silence.

Lin Zhao didn't dare to leave, afraid that he might not really need it, so she obediently stood there, the sound of water dripping constantly reaching her ears.

It made his ears inexplicably hot.

After a long time, Lin Zhao's legs were almost sore from standing, but Shang Yu still didn't speak, so he tentatively spoke again.

"Brother Ayu? Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Zhaozhao, call me."

"What?"

Lin Zhao didn't hear clearly.

"Call me."

Shang Yu repeated it again, his breathing a little unsteady. Lin Zhao didn't understand why her master suddenly asked her to call him, but she still obediently called him over and over again.

"Brother Ayu... Brother Ayu..."

Inside the bathroom, Shang Yu stared intently at the figure that was faintly visible through the frosted glass.

He could already picture what Lin Zhao looked like now.

Her earlobes were flushed, her soft lips were slightly parted, and she clutched the hem of her clothes somewhat awkwardly. She was innocent and naive, yet she still obediently agreed to all her requests.

He closed his eyes, pressed his forehead against the tiles, and let out a suppressed gasp.

I quickly rinsed off, put on a bathrobe, and swiftly opened the door.

Before Lin Zhao could react, she was already in a steamy embrace.

He looked up at the person in front of him.

"Brother Ayu, why do I have to keep calling you that?"

Shang Yu's ears turned slightly red, and he turned his head away uncomfortably, awkwardly squeezing out a sentence.

"I'm a little scared."

"what?"

Lin Zhao blinked twice.

"Is Brother Ayu afraid of taking a bath?"

Shang Yu nodded awkwardly and quickly changed the subject.

"Okay, I'm a little hungry. I'll change my clothes. You can go downstairs now."

Lin Zhao nodded, turned and left the room.

Shang Yu subconsciously turned his head to look at the bathroom, a slight smile playing on his lips, and shook his head again, this time in disgust at his own shameless behavior.

As Shang Yu went downstairs, he immediately saw Lin Zhao sitting obediently at the dining table, waiting for him.

As soon as she saw him, she jogged over, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

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"Brother Yu, let's go eat, I'm so hungry."

After saying that, she naturally stepped forward, took his hand, and walked towards the dining table.

Shang Yu looked at the two holding hands, and his heart softened.

After sitting down, Lin Zhao switched the two bowls, which puzzled Shang Yu.

"What's wrong?"

"Feeding them."

Lin Zhao gave a very serious answer.

"Switch over, I'll feed you, and you feed me, otherwise, Brother Ayu won't eat properly."

Shang Yu chuckled and flicked the tip of his nose.

"So clever, my little Zhao Zhao."

Lin Zhao blushed, scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly, and spoke with a hint of pride.

"He's alright, just average-smart."

Shang Yu felt that he was about to be killed by his cuteness. How could there be such an adorable little thing in the world?

Another meal was eaten in a sticky, gooey mess.

After finishing their meal, Lin Zhao tugged at his hand, looked at him as if she wanted to say something but hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

"Brother Ayu, I feel much better now, so can I cook tomorrow?"