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

"I don't want to hear any more rumors about her and me at the company, understand?"

Shang Yu's cold voice rang out, and Assistant Li immediately bowed in agreement.

"Go out."

The door closed, and Shang Yu almost immediately got up and headed to the lounge.

The person lying on the bed was fast asleep, clutching their pillow in their arms, their face buried in it, glowing rosy from sleep.

Shang Yu got into bed from the other side, carefully pulled the pillow from the boy's arms, and as soon as he lay down, the octopus wrapped itself around him and hugged him tightly.

He was still muttering something when Shang Yu leaned over and heard the boy calling out softly.

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

The sound was so soft it was almost inaudible, but it still reached Shang Yu's ears, greatly satisfying his possessiveness and desire for gratification.

His breathing became rapid, and he held the person tightly in his arms, burying his head in the boy's neck, biting and nibbling, but he could not get satisfaction no matter what.

She found herself calling his name involuntarily.

"Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao..."

Her hand wandered under the boy's clothes, and the air grew increasingly intimate and suggestive.

The boy seemed to sense something; his lips parted slightly, and he breathed softly, but he still did not wake up.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed, and she looked so soft and harmless that she aroused Shang Yu's lust. This lust started from his lower abdomen and spread to every part of his body.

He slipped under the covers, his lips landing on the boy's slender waist, gradually moving upwards.

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When Lin Zhao woke up, Shang Yu was no longer there. The air was filled with an indescribable scent, a mixture of agarwood and musk.

He slowly sat up in bed, and just as he was about to prop himself up on the edge of the bed, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

"Hiss~"

The door to the lounge was opened, and Shang Yu walked in from outside.

"woke up?"

Lin Zhao nodded, his fingertips still kneading his wrist. Shang Yu sat down next to him and asked with concern.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Zhao held out her hand in front of him, puzzled.

"My hand hurts a little, I don't know why."

Shang Yu was slightly taken aback, her ears turning red, but her face showed concern.

"Was it from sleeping on your stomach? Let me massage it for you, okay?"

Lin Zhao nodded and obediently handed over her hand.

"I think so."

Shang Yu gently massaged him, and the soreness lessened considerably. Lin Zhao rested his head on Shang Yu's shoulder and, thinking of something, casually asked a question.

"Brother Ayu."

"Um?"

What's your zodiac sign?

Shang Yu paused, looking at Lin Zhao.

"Why did you suddenly ask that?"

Lin Zhao wasn't good at lying, and she panicked a little, angry that he had seen through her. She withdrew her hand and rubbed it in her head.

"It just suddenly came to mind. I saw some videos analyzing personality traits yesterday while I was watching them."

A glint flashed in Shang Yu's eyes, and he raised his hand to pull the person into his arms.

"Zhao Zhao can ask whatever she wants directly. There's no need to beat around the bush. There are no secrets between us."

Lin Zhao pursed her lips, remembering Uncle Li's instructions.

"But... I'm afraid you'll be angry..."

Shang Yu chuckled softly, turned his face towards him, and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Except for Zhaozhao not wanting me, I won't be angry no matter what Zhaozhao does or says."

Lin Zhao looked up and met his earnest gaze, then mustered her courage and asked.

"Brother Ayu, when is your birthday?"

Shang Yu had guessed he would ask this question and didn't intend to hide it, but mentioning it made his resentment rise even more.

He pulled Lin Zhao into his arms, buried his head in his neck, and inhaled the boy's unique fragrance, trying to calm his chaotic emotions.

Seeing his expression, Lin Zhao assumed he didn't want to answer, so she quickly spoke up.

"Brother Ayu, I won't ask anymore, please don't be upset."

Shang Yu remained silent, his head bowed, his expression unreadable. Lin Zhao began to grow anxious and was about to push the man away when she heard a muffled sound coming from her arms.

November 6th, Scorpio.

"So it's a Scorpio..."

He murmured softly, which was quite in line with his personality, Lin Zhao thought unconsciously, but the person in his arms spoke again.

"But I never celebrate my birthday."

Lin Zhao was taken aback upon hearing this, blinking blankly. Uncle Li and the others had said the same thing. He really wanted to ask why he didn't celebrate his birthday.

But at this moment he noticed his master's displeasure, so he didn't ask any further questions. He simply patted his master's back gently, imitating how his master used to comfort him, clumsily patting him one pat at a time.

Shang Yu's lips curled up slightly, and the face buried in his neck moved. He tightened his arms, holding the man even closer, and his tone became much more relaxed.

"Doesn't Zhao Zhao ask why I don't celebrate my birthday?"

Lin Zhao paused, and Shang Yu pulled away from his neck, but his hand didn't loosen. His forehead pressed against Lin Zhao's, and their noses almost touched.

Their hot breaths mingled, and Lin Zhao quickly blushed. Shang Yu loved seeing him blush; it was just too adorable.

His tone also began to carry a hint of coaxing.

"If Zhao Zhao kisses me, maybe I'll tell you."

Lin Zhao stared blankly at him, then suddenly cupped his cheeks and gently kissed his lips. After they parted, she pulled him into her arms again and whispered something.

"It's okay, Brother Ayu. If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to. It's all in the past."

Shang Yu was taken aback. His original intention to tease the man was completely overshadowed by this light but comforting remark.

A warm feeling enveloped him, and he greedily embraced the boy tightly, as if he wanted to become one with him.

Lin Zhao felt a little breathless, but she still obediently held him and didn't move.

After a long while, Shang Yu finally spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, close to his neck.

"On my sixth birthday, my family was busy throwing me a birthday party. There were so many people coming and going. It was on that day that I was kidnapped."

He spoke calmly, but Lin Zhao's heart suddenly tightened, her eyes inexplicably welled up with tears, and her nose tingled slightly.

He was kidnapped when he was six years old, and he couldn't imagine what kind of treatment his husband would suffer.

Her hands, which were holding the man, were trembling slightly, and her voice was filled with unconcealed heartache.

"Brother Ayu..."

Shang Yu continued speaking, his voice still calm, but a smile played on his lips. He thoroughly enjoyed Lin Zhao's tenderness towards him, just as Lin Zhao was jealous of him.

All the feelings Lin Zhao had for him, even her anger, could excite him beyond words.

"Later, I stopped liking birthdays. I always felt that something bad would happen on that day, and I just wanted to be alone."

Lin Zhao felt increasingly sad as she listened. Everyone else celebrated their birthdays with many people, but her husband was all alone.

He patted the person gently as he spoke softly.

"I will spend this day with Brother Ayu every year from now on."