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

His voice trembled with barely concealed sobs, and Shang Yu's smile faltered. He was done for; he'd gone too far.

He quickly straightened up and wiped away his tears with his fingertips.

"Alright, alright, why did you make Zhao Zhao cry? Didn't I already say nothing happened? It's just that I didn't want to live like this."

The more he said that, the more distressed Lin Zhao became. She sniffed her reddened nose, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she spoke haltingly, choking back sobs.

"But you're so small, you must be very scared..."

Scalding tears fell onto the back of Shang Yu's hand, making his heart melt. He pulled the person back into his arms, and looking at the person who was crying uncontrollably, his voice became even gentler.

"So many years have passed, I'm not afraid anymore. If Zhaozhao spends more time with me, I'll be even less afraid, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao looked up, her wet eyes filled with sincerity, and gripped his collar, her tone so solemn that it made Shang Yu's heart tremble.

"Okay, I'll stay with you every day from now on."

Shang Yu looked down at him, his eyes filled with an intense, unyielding doting affection and possessiveness.

His Zhao Zhao is so good, so obedient, and so easily agreed to stay with him for a lifetime.

How can I make him stop loving me?

"Silly boy."

He spoke, his voice filled with boundless love, looking at the reddened corners of his eyes.

With no resistance, she lowered her head and kissed away the tears at the corners of his eyes, one by one, swallowing them all.

Lin Zhao was stunned, and froze on the spot.

The kisses moved downwards, from the corners of the eyes, the cheeks, the tip of the nose, all the way to the lips, the voice carrying a hint of seduction.

"Zhaozhao, give me a kiss, okay?"

Shang Yu's voice was already hoarse, and his Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously.

Lin Zhao's cheeks flushed instantly. Meeting the man's burning gaze, he hesitated for a moment before raising his hand to wrap his arms around Shang Yu's neck.

She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the corner of his lips, a fleeting touch.

Shang Yu smiled slightly and leaned forward.

"Baby, that's not enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand that was holding the boy's waist suddenly turned around, and Lin Zhao's back fell onto the soft bed. Before he could react, his lips were already being fiercely sealed.

Breathing was taken away, and all the senses were amplified infinitely. The rich scent of sandalwood, the warmth of the body, the hand clasped around the waist, constantly caressing through the clothes, aroused a shiver.

Lin Zhao quickly turned into a puddle of water, and could only lie there obediently, letting anyone pick her.

Her pink lips were kissed until they turned bright red, and tears streamed down her face.

Her small hands gripped the sheets tightly, but the next second they were forcefully opened by a large hand. The moment their fingers intertwined, Lin Zhao's heart felt as if it were filled with something.

She proactively stuck out her little tongue, cooperating with the man's movements.

Shang Yu's body trembled violently. The boy's destiny was like adding a drop of oil to a raging fire. His unfulfilled desires rushed over him, burning him to the brink of collapse.

The movements became more intense and urgent, and the kisses gradually changed, no longer like gentle caresses, but more like a wild beast feeding.

Lin Zhao's mind went blank, foggy, and she lost the ability to think.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, he saw Shang Yu staring straight at him, his eyes brimming with lust.

Being so close, he naturally sensed something and instinctively reached out to help him.

Shang Yu suddenly grabbed his hand, forehead to forehead, his voice hoarse beyond belief.

"Baby, stop teasing me, I really can't take it anymore."

Lin Zhao's face instantly turned bright red, her whole body flushed pink. She bit her lower lip and looked at the man timidly. Actually, she wanted to say that it was okay and that she could endure it.

Because he knew that the man was also suffering a lot, but those words were stuck in his throat and he just couldn't say them.

Shang Yu leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead, his voice soft.

"It's okay. I told you, if you don't like it, we won't do it."

After saying that, she released the person on the bed, got up, and went straight to the bathroom.

With a "smack," the door slammed shut, and the sound of dripping water jolted Lin Zhao awake.

He was breathing heavily when he sat up in bed, covered his face with his hands, and buried himself completely in the blankets.

Lin Zhao's heart pounded, and the tips of her ears turned so red they seemed about to bleed.

The warmth of their recent embrace still lingered on their skin, and Shang Yu's restrained voice echoed in his ears, stirring up a chaotic mess in his mind.

He quietly lifted the covers, looked at the tightly closed bathroom door, hesitated for a long time, then slowly got out of bed, his bare feet stepping on the slightly cool floor, and moved step by step to the bathroom door.

She pursed her lips, mustered her courage, and knocked on the door.

The sound of water paused for a moment, and then a man's deep, hoarse voice came from inside.

"Zhaozhao? What's wrong?"

Lin Zhao gripped the hem of her clothes with her small hands and mustered up her courage to speak.

"I... I don't dislike it."

A brief silence fell inside the door. After a moment, the door opened, revealing Shang Yu wearing only a bath towel, his hair dripping wet, and his well-defined chest still damp with moisture.

He looked down at the person in front of him, whose ears were red, chuckled softly, and reached out to pull him into his arms.

"You're not afraid of pain anymore?"

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against his bright red earlobe.

Lin Zhao buried her face in his shoulder, her body trembling slightly, but she raised her hand and gently wrapped it around his waist, her voice soft but firm.

"I'm not afraid."

Shang Yu smiled and leaned down to gently bite the tip of Lin Zhao's ear with his canine teeth. Lin Zhao was completely caught off guard.

"hiss"

I instinctively flinched away.

Shang Yu relented and reached out to touch the tip of his ear.

"You still say you're not afraid?"

Lin Zhao looked up at him.

"This is different!"

Shang Yu chuckled, picked the man up and placed him on the bed, pinching his cheek.

"Okay, stop thinking about that. Are you hungry? Want some snacks?"

Lin Zhao shook his head, took the person's hand, placed him on the sofa, and put the tablet in his hand.

"Then let's play games for a while, I'll take care of some documents, and then we'll go home together."

Lin Zhao nodded, opened the tablet and played games for a while, but found it boring. When he picked up the water glass on the table to drink some water, his attention was drawn to the invitation placed to the side.

It was a black and gold invitation, beautifully made, but most importantly, it was half-open, and the signature was Lin's Group.

Lin Zhao thought of something and turned to secretly look at Shang Yu, but the man was still working seriously and didn't seem to notice.

He quietly shifted his position, slowly hooking the invitation toward himself with his fingertips. After hooking it, he pretended to stretch, secretly glancing at the people behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that no one had noticed him, he opened the invitation, which read, "The Lin Group cordially invites President Shang to my daughter's homecoming banquet."

There's no need to explain who Ms. Shang is; she's the daughter of the Lin Group.

He recalled the rumors he had overheard downstairs, so that person really came back for the sake of the master. Would the master go?