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

Lin Zhao stared at the invitation on the table, his mind in utter turmoil. He didn't even notice that the man who should have been behind him had already walked up to his side.

"What are you looking at?"

The familiar voice rang out, startling Lin Zhao, who instinctively reached out to cover the invitation.

But the man snatched it away, opened it, glanced at it, sat down next to Lin Zhao, and spoke calmly.

"The Lin family and the Shang family have a project collaboration, so I have to attend this dinner."

Lin Zhao's heart sank as she listened, but she only nodded slightly and said nothing.

Shang Yu tossed the invitation aside, took his hand, and carefully examined it in his palm.

"Zhao Zhao doesn't have anything she wants to ask me?"

Lin Zhao stared at him blankly, then pursed her lips.

"no."

"Really not?"

Shang Yu asked again, and received the same answer.

"Okay, if not, let's go home early and get ready."

After saying that, she grabbed his hand and started walking out. Lin Zhao didn't even have time to react before he hurriedly asked...

"What are we preparing together?"

Shang Yu opened the office door and turned to look at him.

"Let's go to the dinner party together."

Lin Zhao's eyes widened. He's going too?

What is he going to do?

Is he going to be a third wheel?

What if Miss Lin confesses her feelings?

What kind of reaction should he have standing there? Should he join in the commotion?

He had seen other people confess their love on the street before, and the onlookers were clapping and shouting "Get together! Get together!" Could it be that there weren't enough people at the banquet, and they asked him to make up the number?

Lin Zhao's mind was in a complete mess, and by the time she came to her senses, she was already sitting in the car.

Seeing that Lin Zhao was in a daze, Shang Yu squeezed his palm. Lin Zhao winced and looked over, but hesitated to speak when he saw his expression.

As if guessing what he wanted to say, Shang Yu touched his lips with his fingertips, making a shushing gesture.

"Shh, don't say you don't want to go, and don't ask any more questions. We've already given Zhaozhao a chance, so now you just need to sit still and do as I say."

After saying that, he pulled her into his arms. Lin Zhao was completely stunned and forgot to think.

The car drove towards the villa, and Shang Yu took his hand as they got out of the car.

The personal stylist was already in place. Lin Zhao looked at the stylish people coming and going in the living room and felt a little lost. She timidly hid behind Shang Yu.

Shang Yu pulled the person out and bent down to comfort him.

"Don't worry, they are stylists."

Several stylists stood in a row and greeted each other respectfully.

"Hello, Mr. Shang."

One of the stylists, with big, wavy hair, exquisite makeup, and wearing a long black dress, took a step forward.

His gaze fell on the two of them, and he teased them.

"Oh, Mr. Shang, you've got such a beautiful person hidden away at home, but you never bring her out for us to see."

Lin Zhao trembled violently. The voice was actually a man's?

He glanced up discreetly and only when he saw the man's Adam's apple did he realize that the sexy woman was actually a man.

Shang Yu naturally noticed Lin Zhao's change, looked up, put his arm around Lin Zhao's shoulder, and pulled him closer to him.

"Look, he's timid, don't scare him."

Lin Zhao blushed upon hearing this and tugged at his sleeve. Shang Yu's lips instantly curled into a smile.

Is this the same Shang Yu who always had a deadpan expression and spoke in a way that could kill?

Isa's real name is Zhou Chen. She is the youngest son of the Zhou family and was originally the most promising to inherit the family business.

But he was unconventional from a young age, disliked finance, preferred makeup, and always liked to wear women's clothing.

The Zhou family head kicked him out of the house in a fit of anger, but fortunately, he had been in the industry for many years and had good interpersonal relationships and aesthetic sense, so he had accumulated a lot of clients and was still doing well all these years.

I only had a casual acquaintance with Shang Yu. I would occasionally patronize his business when he attended a banquet or something.

But this is the first time he's made such a big fuss; he's brought all the store's prized possessions.

Seeing the boy's timid appearance, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and his natural fragility despite not wearing makeup, Isa understood that even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman.

Even the coldest man wouldn't be able to stay cold-hearted when he sees this face.

Isa smiled, took a step forward, and extended her hand.

"Hello, my name is Isa."

Just as Lin Zhao was about to place her hand on his wrist, her wrist was grabbed, and a cold voice came from beside her.

His name is Lin Zhao.

Isa clicked her tongue lightly at the sight.

"How stingy."

She secretly rolled her eyes at the man's childish jealousy.

Lin Zhao smiled somewhat embarrassedly. Shang Yu led him to sit down on the sofa, patted him on the shoulder, and said...

"I'm going to the study to take care of some work. They'll do your hair and makeup. Just call me if you feel uncomfortable."

Isa heard this and quickly chimed in.

"Mr. Shang, we are all very professional, okay?"

Shang Yu ignored him, and Lin Zhao nodded.

"Brother Ayu, you go ahead and do your work, I'm fine."

Shang Yu nodded, and as he passed Isha, he gave him a meaningful look. Isha raised an eyebrow and said, "Leave it to me."

As soon as the others left, Isa stepped forward and touched his cheek with her fingertips.

"She really isn't wearing any makeup; her skin is amazing."

Lin Zhao lowered her head shyly and spoke softly.

"Thank you, thank you."

Isabella lifted his chin with her fingertips.

"Little brother, it's not good to always keep your head down. You should show your pretty face to everyone."

Lin Zhao nervously gripped the hem of her clothes.

"I'm not good-looking, you're much better looking."

He praised her sincerely, his tone devoid of any flattery, filled only with admiration.

Isa touched her face and spoke smugly.

"I do have a pretty face."

Lin Zhao looked at him, head held high, full of confidence, and felt very envious. He stared at Isa for a long time.

Isa looked down at him.

"What's wrong? Are you amazed by my beauty?"

Lin Zhao blushed with amusement and nodded quickly, then asked in a low voice.

"Um, I want to ask you a question."

"ask."

Are you a boy?

Seeing that he had finally asked the question, Isa looked up at the person at the corner of the stairs, smiled to herself, and spoke.

"Of course, can't you tell? Although I'm dressed as a woman, I'm a genuine man."

Lin Zhao seemed somewhat confused, muttering to himself.

"But can men wear skirts too?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingertips involuntarily curled up, and the insults surged in like a tidal wave.

"Sissy, not like a man, looks like a woman..."

These were the words he heard most often when he was a child and even as an adult, so for a long time he dared not grow his hair long, and he didn't even dare to wear bright clothes, just in case someone would scold him.

But now, a boy stands confidently in front of him wearing a skirt, openly admitting that he is a man, and he suddenly feels a little confused.