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Shang Yu took out a red velvet box from somewhere and handed it to Lin Zhao.

"Zhaozhao, open it and see if you like it."

Lin Zhao carefully opened it, and inside was a pink and white feather brooch.

The main feathers are carved from translucent pink diamonds, while the fine feather filaments are replicated from scattered white diamonds, creating light and agile lines.

As the sun sets, the brooch shines even brighter in the glow of the evening sky, clearly indicating its high value.

Lin Zhao's hands trembled slightly as he held the box, afraid that he might drop it if he wasn't careful. He quickly handed the box back to Shang Yu.

"Brother Ayu, this is too precious, I... I can't accept it."

Shang Yu took the box, casually tossed it aside, took out the brooch inside, and gently stroked it with his fingertips.

"Doesn't Zhaozhao like it?"

Lin Zhao's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the brooch. Its pink and white color scheme, along with the lifelike feathers, made it impossible for anyone not to like it.

Seeing his expression, Shang Yu knew that he liked it, so he didn't wait for him to speak and directly stepped forward to pin the brooch to his chest.

Lin Zhao immediately panicked and tried to reach out to take it off, but the man grabbed her wrist and Shang Yu reached out and touched the brooch.

"Don't pick it, it suits you perfectly."

The pressure from his fingertips wasn't great, but Lin Zhao couldn't break free. He looked at the brooch and felt unworthy of such a valuable item. He looked up at Shang Yu.

"But, but, this is too expensive."

"There's no 'but' about it. It's not worth much money. What's most important is that Zhaozhao likes it."

Lin Zhao hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip.

"Then, I'll return it to you when I get back."

Shang Yu sighed helplessly.

"There's no reason to take back what's given away, besides..."

He looked down at Lin Zhao, a hint of hurt in his eyes.

"This is the first time I've given you a gift. How can Zhao Zhao bear to let my feelings go to waste like this?"

Lin Zhao was speechless for a moment. Before he could utter the refusal that was stuck in his throat, the man suddenly took his hand and kissed it lightly, his tone filled with endless doting.

"Don't say no anymore. My Zhaozhao deserves all the most precious gifts in the world."

A warm touch came from the back of his hand, and Lin Zhao's ears turned red. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, and her voice trembled.

"Brother Ayu, thank you."

Shang Yu finally smiled, but instead of smiling, he gently touched the tip of Shang Yu's nose.

"Silly girl, don't say thank you anymore. It'll make me unhappy, you know?"

Lin Zhao's heart was beating faster and faster. She lowered her head and obediently replied "Yes." When her eyes fell on the brooch, she felt as if her heart was filled with something, and her fingertips instinctively touched it.

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When the two came out of the room, another ten minutes had passed. Isa looked at their mottled lips and the wound on Shang Yu's lip and immediately understood what had happened.

With a sigh, she stepped forward to touch up Lin Zhao's makeup, and her assistant followed behind to touch up Shang Yu's makeup as well.

Issa muttered under her breath as she patched the paper.

"Sure enough, people who have been repressed for a long time usually become abnormal."

"What?"

Lin Zhao didn't understand.

Isabella chuckled.

"It's nothing, okay, it's perfect now."

He stepped back and glanced at Shang Yu, then looked at him again, and after thinking of something, leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"I've already sent you the video. Watch it secretly tonight, and feel free to ask me anything you don't understand."

After saying that, he immediately stepped back and raised an eyebrow at Lin Zhao.

The latter's cheeks flushed red instantly, and she unconsciously reached for her phone in her pocket.

"What's wrong?"

After Shang Yu finished touching up his makeup, she noticed his unease and gently comforted him.

Lin Zhao shook her head, took her hand out, and took his hand in hers.

"It's alright, Brother Ayu, let's go."

Shang Yu glanced at Isa, who was trying not to laugh, and said nothing more.

"Okay, let's go."

The driver had been waiting outside for a long time. Sitting in the car, Lin Zhao became increasingly nervous, partly because the video was like a time bomb on her phone.

On the other hand, I'm about to meet the legendary Miss Lin.

What if Miss Lin really wants to confess her feelings?

What should his reaction be?

As Lin Zhao was lost in thought, her palm was suddenly squeezed. She looked at the culprit.

Shang Yu held the person's waist and pulled them closer to his chest.

"Don't be nervous, just follow me. It's just a regular dinner party."

The familiar embrace reassured Lin Zhao, who nodded but remained silent.

They drove all the way to the Lin Mansion, an even more luxurious building in European style. It was brightly lit everywhere, with red carpets and colorful flowers at the entrance, all of which showed the owner's care.

Lin Zhao was led steadily by Shang Yu to the banquet hall. There were already quite a few people there, and from the moment they entered, countless eyes fell on them.

Especially when they saw Lin Zhao standing next to him, their eyes were filled with undisguised amazement, and hushed whispers arose.

"Who is that young master next to President Shang? I've never seen him before."

"I don't know, but he's so good-looking. How does he take such good care of his skin? He doesn't have any pores at all."

"I want to know too! What kind of beauty treatment did he have on that face? I really want to ask him."

"Didn't you notice that the relationship between President Shang and this young master is unusual? I saw it with my own eyes. From the moment they came in, their hands have never let go. And look at the brooch on his chest."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on the brooch, and a commotion erupted.

"Wasn't that the item that General Manager Shang bought at auction last year for a huge sum? I heard it cost fifty million! And he just gave it away like that?"

"Hey, doesn't anyone think they're a good match? The height difference, the body type difference, and they're both handsome guys, they're such a good-looking couple."

"They are indeed pleasing to the eye. Now I finally know why President Shang is not interested in women. It turns out he is attracted to men. Ugh, I hate it so much."

The chattering discussion, even when hushed, was hard to miss, as the subtle glances exchanged were impossible to ignore.

Lin Zhao approached Shang Yu somewhat uneasily, but the latter coldly swept his gaze over the group of people discussing the topic, and everyone turned away, awkwardly changing the subject.

Shang Yu leaned down and approached Lin Zhao.

"Let them look if they want. Our Zhaozhao is so beautiful, she's not afraid of being seen. I'm here."

Lin Zhao looked at the two people holding hands. The warmth from their fingertips soothed his panic. He nodded, mustered his courage, straightened his chest, and looked around naturally.

Shang Yu smiled slightly, gently hooked his palm, and whispered.

"great."

Encouraged by the praise, Lin Zhao smiled.

This smile drew the attention of many men and women again, but Shang Yu's eyes turned cold, and he stepped aside to block their view.

Fortunately, Lin Zhao didn't notice, otherwise she would definitely think that her teacher was really naive.

Not long after the two were seated, the banquet officially began. The host made a few polite remarks, and then Miss Lin gracefully walked out from upstairs.

Shang Yu didn't glance at the boy once, but simply held his hand in his palm with his eyes down, slowly playing with it, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Until a familiar female voice rang out beside him.

"Mr. Shang, it's been a long time."