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

Lin Zhao was in a bad mood all morning. He asked Uncle Li why he didn't celebrate his birthday, but they didn't say anything.

He was told to ask the master himself, but later Uncle Li approached him separately and told him not to ask anymore.

Lin Zhao couldn't understand why her husband didn't like people mentioning his birthday. Birthdays were the happiest time of the year, so why wouldn't he like celebrating his birthday?

When he was a child in an orphanage, his most anticipated day was his birthday. His birthday is February 14th, which is very close to the Chinese New Year.

Every year on his birthday, the director would buy him a small cake and give him his New Year's money along with it.

Every time he finishes eating a sweet cake, he secretly opens red envelopes in bed at night, his mouth practically splitting open with a wide grin.

The other children in the orphanage also love celebrating birthdays, so how could anyone not like it?

He lay in the cabin, hugging the teddy bear and turning over and over, suddenly longing to see his husband.

She sat up abruptly in bed and ran to the dining room, where her husband's lunchbox was always neatly placed in the cupboard.

These past few days, he hadn't paid attention to whether his husband had brought lunch. Seeing that the lunchbox was still in the same place, he knew that his husband must not be eating properly again.

Lin Zhao quickly prepared several dishes that her husband liked.

I made stir-fried beef cubes with king oyster mushrooms, braised tofu skin with poached eggs, salt and pepper shrimp, hand-torn cabbage, and a refreshing loofah and mushroom soup.

It's all home-style cooking, with little oil and salt, but the taste is definitely not bad.

Lin Zhao took a bite, squinted her eyes in satisfaction, and served her husband more rice and packed the dishes tightly.

Afraid that her stomach would rumble again, Lin Zhao hastily ate a large bowl of rice.

I headed to the company with my lunchbox, and on the way I ran into Uncle Li and almost bumped into him.

"Hey, why are you running? Why are you in such a hurry? Where are you going?"

Lin Zhao composed herself and scratched her head sheepishly.

"I'm going to bring lunch to my husband. I've noticed he hasn't been eating lunch much these past few days."

Uncle Li looked at the lunchbox in his hand and nodded with a smile.

Go ahead, but be careful.

"I understand, Uncle Li. There are dishes on the table; you can eat them for lunch."

The ride-hailing app notified Lin Zhao of the vehicle's arrival, and he hurriedly walked outside.

"I'm leaving, Uncle Li, bye-bye~"

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When Lin Zhao arrived at the foot of the Shang family building, he realized that he hadn't sent Shang Yu a message yet. What if he was busy and he was bothering him?

Lin Zhao hesitated for a long time before sending a message to Shang Yu.

Zhao Baobao: Brother Ayu, are you busy?

Two minutes passed without a response. The sun outside was too strong, so Lin Zhao went into the lobby and found a quiet corner to wait for news.

Along the way, many people came and went, and Lin Zhao tried her best to squeeze herself to the very edge so as not to disturb others' work.

"Hey, have you heard? Miss Lin has returned to China."

"Miss Lin? Who is that?"

During breaks, many staff members would sit together in the lobby's rest area and gossip. Coincidentally, Lin Zhao was right outside the rest area and overheard everything.

He tiptoed, his ears perked up, listening intently to their gossip. He wondered which young lady, Miss Lin, was.

"Tsk, that Lin family heiress."

"Uh, I don't know him."

Lin Zhao said that he didn't know them either, but they shared the same surname, which was a bit of a coincidence.

"That Miss Lin, the one who's always chasing after our big boss!"

"Oh, you mean the one who likes CEO Shang?"

Wow, just like him, she also likes President Shang...

wrong?

and also?

Did you end up eating your own melon?

Lin Zhao's eyes widened, and she quickly took two more steps forward.

"Yes, yes, that's her. I heard she came back to China this time for that person."

"Huh? So brave, you're doing it again? Isn't our CEO already in a relationship?"

"What's wrong with dating? It's not like we're married yet. Besides, is the girl our CEO is dating even going to get married? Don't you even think about it?"

……

In the end, Lin Zhao didn't listen to what they said anymore. He picked up his lunchbox and walked out of the company.

As if possessed, he took out his phone and searched for the Lin Group. It was a very large company, as big as the Shang Group.

He thought, perhaps someone like the eldest daughter of the Lin Group is worthy of being with my husband.

He looked at the lunchbox in his hand, wondering if Miss Lin knew how to cook, and if she could cook for him in the future. If not, he could teach her.

But I wonder if such a rich young lady would be willing to learn, or if he could cook it for them.

His face had become wet without him noticing. He raised his hand to wipe his face, and his hand was also wet. He had been crying again.

Why are you so useless? Why do you always cry? You can't do anything, yet you always cry.

"Zhaozhao? Zhaozhao?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Lin Zhao thought she had misheard. She turned around in a daze and saw her teacher running towards her in a panic.

Lin Zhao looked at him, her nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

Shang Yu was in a meeting. A project had been stalled, and his subordinates were passing the buck, giving him a headache. He didn't have time to check his phone.

When I saw it again, ten minutes had passed. I sent a message to Lin Zhao, but she didn't reply.

He sent several more messages, but still no one replied. Seeing that the meeting was not making any progress, he waved his hand and dismissed them all.

I called Lin Zhao, but no one answered. I started to panic. I called Uncle Li and found out that Lin Zhao had come to the company.

He rushed downstairs but didn't see anyone. When he got to the door, he immediately saw someone standing there with a lunchbox in his hand.

The joy that had just risen in her heart turned into worry when she saw the boy looking at her with tears streaming down his face.

He rushed forward in a panic, pulled the man into his arms, and gently wiped away his tears with his fingertips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see the message. Did you wait long? Why are you crying? Did someone bully you? Please tell me?"

Hearing his voice, Lin Zhao felt even more aggrieved, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

As more and more people came and went, Shang Yu took off his suit jacket and covered his head with it, then picked him up and carried him into the company.

In the private elevator, the person in his arms kept sobbing softly, sounding terribly pitiful, and Shang Yu's heart ached.

Upon arriving at the president's office, Assistant Li was about to go downstairs for lunch. Shang Yu, having seen him before, whispered a word of instruction.

"Make them shut up about what they should and shouldn't say, and also check the lobby's security footage."

Assistant Li could tell from the situation that someone had bullied their boss's wife. It was all over; this person's career was over.