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

When the kiss ended, both of them were panting. Lin Zhao had a lot to say, but she didn't know where to begin. She just held him tightly, burying her head in his neck.

Shang Yu stretched out his fingertip and touched the wound on the corner of his lip. His thumb was covered in blood, and he chuckled softly.

"Zhaozhao, when did you turn into a puppy?"

Lin Zhao didn't understand. He pushed the person away, pointed to the corner of his lips, and said in a somewhat aggrieved tone.

"It hurts so much..."

Lin Zhao's mind was still foggy, and she didn't even realize that she had bitten his lip. Now that she saw it, she immediately panicked.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Finally speaking, Shang Yu smiled, but the boy let go of him and frantically tried to grab a tissue. Shang Yu grabbed him and pulled him back into his arms.

"No need to wipe it. If Zhao Zhao stops crying, I won't feel any pain."

These words sounded like something you'd say to coax a child, but Lin Zhao actually wiped away her tears obediently, then looked up at him with utmost sincerity, trying to swallow back her sobs, her voice slightly hoarse.

"I...I'm not crying anymore."

Shang Yu chuckled softly and placed a kiss on the top of his head.

"Why are you being so obedient?"

His voice was so gentle it was almost unbelievable. Lin Zhao's ears quickly turned red, and she curled up in his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist. After a long while, she finally spoke in a soft voice.

"Brother Ayu..."

Shang Yu lowered his eyes and listened attentively to what he had to say.

"Um?"

"I only learned today that men can wear skirts, cry, and be soft-spoken too."

"Um."

Shang Yu nodded, his fingertips gently tracing his back with a very tender motion.

"No one has ever defined what a person should be like. Everyone is a unique being. My Zhaozhao, I love you no matter what you are like."

"So, I can be softer, I can cry, I can like brightly colored clothes, and no one will say anything to me, right?"

Lin Zhao cautiously looked up at him, her gaze tinged with uncertainty.

"Of course, Zhao Zhao can do whatever she wants, cry if she wants to, do whatever she likes, she doesn't need to force herself, and she doesn't need to make any changes, besides..."

He paused, leaned forward, and placed a kiss on the corner of his eye.

"Zhao Zhao looks really beautiful when she cries."

He spoke these words almost right next to Lin Zhao's nose, his warm breath brushing against his face, making Lin Zhao's heart pound wildly.

He lowered his head shyly.

"Brother Ayu, you, you mustn't talk nonsense."

Shang Yu laughed out loud, and couldn't help but bite his earlobe, her tone becoming increasingly ambiguous.

"I'm not making this up. Every time Zhao Zhao cries, I feel like I want to eat you up in one bite."

His voice was deep and husky, so pleasant to the ear that it made Lin Zhao's ears burn. He tilted his head uncomfortably and asked him again.

"What if someone criticizes me?"

A sinister glint flashed in Shang Yu's eyes; he knew that his Zhaozhao had suffered a lot of injustice in the past.

He had asked Shen Youqing to investigate, and those people were now being subjected to constant text message abuse every day. It was time for them to experience just how terrible verbal violence could be.

But now he wouldn't tell Lin Zhao that his Zhao Zhao was too kind and shouldn't be exposed to these dark sides. He suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke softly.

"Zhaozhao, think about it. You've met so many people since you came here. Has anyone ever said anything bad about you? Uncle Li? Shen Ci? Or Shen Youqing?"

Lin Zhao blinked in confusion and slowly shook his head.

"It seems not, everyone is very nice to me."

"So, not everyone will talk about you. Those who talked about you in the past had a narrow-minded perspective; that was their problem."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao suddenly raised her head and looked at him.

"Is it their fault?"

Shang Yu nodded.

"Yes, it's their fault, but Zhao Zhao is also at fault."

When Lin Zhao heard him say that he was also wrong, he seemed to think it was normal, and even nodded in agreement with Shang Yu's statement.

Back in school, one day those who called him effeminate suddenly cornered him in the bathroom, saying they wanted to pull down his pants to see if he was a man.

He was so scared that he went to the teacher, but the teacher just looked at him with disgust as he cried and said...

"They're all men, they can see each other even when they go to the bathroom. You're just being dramatic, reporting on things like this. How old are you?"

"Why do they only bully you and not others? All you do is cry all day long, and you're incredibly slow at everything. Why don't you think about your own problems?"

That day he realized that it was all his fault; it was because he was always crying and always slow that people disliked him.

Therefore, he became increasingly self-conscious. When he was wronged, he only dared to shed tears silently, not daring to cry out loud. When he was bullied, he did not dare to fight back, only daring to lower his head.

He always felt it was his own problem and never dared to think about whether what he said was right or wrong.

Seeing him like this, Shang Yu suddenly leaned down and bit his collarbone.

"Hiss~"

Lin Zhao cried out in pain, and Shang Yu immediately released his grip.

The latter opened his mouth blankly.

Why did you bite me?

Shang Yu lightly touched the teeth mark with his fingertips, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment.

"This is punishment."

"punish?"

"Yes, I'm punishing you for not listening to me properly and instead letting your mind wander. I just said that Zhao Zhao was also wrong, but the mistake was that you shouldn't punish yourself for someone else's mistake."

"You're afraid to cry or express yourself because of what others say about you, and you always keep your head down. That's your fault."

He tapped Lin Zhao's forehead.

"Do you think I should punish you? Were you just thinking that it's because you cry easily, because you have a soft personality, that's why people say those things about you?"

Lin Zhao's eyes widened, as if his teacher could read his mind. He grabbed Shang Yu's hand.

"How did Brother Ayu know?"

His bewildered look made Shang Yu feel even more sorry for him, and he hugged him tightly.

"You don't need to know how I know. From today onwards, you are not allowed to take the blame for those people's mistakes."

Looking at his still somewhat timid appearance, Shang Yu understood that it would be too difficult to change him in a short period of time.

He cupped the boy's cheeks, holding him back from looking around, and looked him in the eye, his tone solemn.

"From today onwards, you only need to remember one thing: whatever Zhaozhao does, as long as it doesn't hurt others, it's all right."

"Just be yourself boldly. As for those who criticize you, I'll be there to protect you. I'll always be with you."

Lin Zhao looked into his eyes, which were filled with her own image.

The palm of his hand covering his cheek was so warm, as if it had dispelled all his long-standing inferiority and fear.

His eyes were slightly red. He reached out and covered the back of his hand, and at the same time, he seemed to touch something called confidence.

Lin Zhao spoke, her tone no longer timid, but with a firm nod.

"it is good."