The blind boss's nanny

Lin Xiaoman's arms began to ache, and her cheeks were flushed red from the steam, whether from the heat or something else, she didn't know.

All her senses seemed to be focused on the burning area at her fingertips, and on his increasingly heavy and uncontrollable breathing in her ears.

Finally, he grabbed her wrist with such force that it hurt her, and at the same time, he let out a deep and long roar from the depths of his chest.

Lin Xiaoman was caught off guard and had no time to react or dodge.

The next instant, the congee splashed unexpectedly onto her cheeks and chin, and a few grains of sticky rice even clung to her trembling eyelashes, blurring her vision.

"ah--!"

She let out a short cry of surprise, and as if burned, she abruptly released her grip, lost her balance, and fell backward onto the carpet.

Her heart pounded in her chest, and the lingering sensation and smell on her face left her mind blank, a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and a hint of instinctive panic.

A brief silence.

Then, she heard a low, husky laugh from above, tinged with a strange languor and a sense of contentment.

Lu Tingzhao slowly extended his hand in her direction.

The hand with its distinct knuckles touched the top of her head and then took her hand in his.

"Feel sorry,"

He says,

"I didn't notify you in advance."

Lin Xiaoman sat on the ground, looking up at his blurry outline, the sticky feeling on her face lingering.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Only the burning heat on her cheeks and the uncontrollable pounding of her heart echoed in the deathly silent room.

She never imagined things would develop to such an indescribable degree.

This bizarre situation, which exceeded all her knowledge and imagination, was so shocking that she couldn't process it for a moment.

Several seconds passed before she found her voice, which trembled slightly, mixed with grievance, confusion, and a hint of helpless complaint:

"Chairman..."

She muttered something under her breath and wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve.

"Don't you think...you've been doing this a little too frequently lately?"

In the darkness, a deep, satisfied smile slowly curved Lu Tingzhao's lips. His smile carried a languid aftertaste and an indescribable sense of contentment.

He even considered her "accusation" quite seriously before responding slowly and with a slightly hoarse voice:

"……may be."

These few words, though seemingly casual, left Lin Xiaoman speechless and choked with emotion.

She held her breath, quickly got up from the ground, turned on the tap, and repeatedly rinsed her face with cold water until the unsettling smell and sensation completely disappeared.

After she tidied herself up, her cheeks burning, she moved back to the bedroom. She didn't dare to look at the direction of the bed again. She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, lay down facing the back of the sofa, and closed her eyes tightly.

Lu Tingzhao, lying on the large bed, was still feeling a surge of unease and a secret excitement. He even wanted to discuss what had just happened with her.

But as soon as he listened, he heard her breathing, which gradually became longer and more even, coming from the direction of the sofa.

She actually... fell asleep instantly.

The next morning, as dawn broke.

Lin Xiaoman woke up groggily on the sofa, and subconsciously stirred. Her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly became fully awake, quietly lifting a corner of the blanket to check—

A small, dark red stain was clearly imprinted on the sofa.

"Ah!" she gasped briefly, immediately covering her mouth, but it was too late.

Almost simultaneously, a rustling sound of fabric rubbing came from the direction of the large bed. Lu Tingzhao, his voice slightly hoarse from just waking up, immediately asked:

"What's wrong?"

Lin Xiaoman hurriedly covered the mark with the blanket, so embarrassed she wished she could disappear into the ground.

No wonder I felt unusually tired last night, and my lower back and abdomen were a little sore. It turns out that my period came unexpectedly.

"N-nothing!"

She vehemently denied it, her voice trembling with guilt.

Lu Tingzhao had already groped his way off the bed, and leaning on his white cane, he walked towards her sofa.

He stopped in front of her, his brows slightly furrowed, his tone filled with concern:

"Did you fall off the sofa and bump yourself? Are you hurt?"

"I didn't! I really didn't!"

Lin Xiaoman shook her head, hugging the blanket and curling up into a ball.

"Lin Xiaoman".

Lu Tingzhao's voice deepened, carrying a hint of displeasure and pressure.

"You promised when you signed the contract that you would never hide anything from me again."

Hearing his serious tone, Lin Xiaoman felt a pang in her heart, and then chose to phrase her words more tactfully:

"Chairman, this has nothing to do with my work of taking care of you."

"Then I'll have to ask Aunt Mei to come up and take a look."

The man's voice was deep and resonant, especially when he spoke in a low voice, which was intimidating and exuded an aura of authority without anger.

Lin Xiaoman was both ashamed and anxious. Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, she finally gave up and said quickly in a voice almost as soft as a mosquito's buzz:

"I'm on my period! It's...it's that...it got on the sofa..."

After saying that, she lowered her head deeply, her ears turning bright red, and she never wanted to see anyone again.

Lu Tingzhao's hand holding the white cane paused slightly.

A brief, suffocating silence fell over the room.

Lin Xiaoman's cheeks were burning. She tried to remain calm and broke the silence, her voice slightly unsteady:

"Um... I'll wash it clean right away, I promise there won't be any marks! If you're really bothered by it... I... I'll buy you a new one as compensation!"

She quickly calculated in her mind whether her meager salary would be enough... It was very likely not, after all, Aunt Mei had mentioned that the inconspicuous chandelier in the downstairs living room was worth more than five million.

But she still had to say the polite words, since she had been caught red-handed with "conclusive evidence."

To her surprise, the man simply pursed his lips and calmly offered an arrangement that completely surprised her:

"You sleep in the bed tonight, I'll sleep on the sofa."

Lin Xiaoman was taken aback, and quickly waved her hand:

"No, no! How can this be..."

Lu Tingzhao had already turned around, his fingertips tracing the surface of the sofa, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"The sofa is made of Italian vegetable-tanned cowhide, which feels cold to the touch in this season and is not suitable for your current physical condition."

He paused, then added, his voice devoid of emotion:

"You need to keep warm."

Lin Xiaoman only made a token refusal a couple of times before quickly accepting the arrangement.

There are two reasons: First, she is indeed a restless sleeper, and likes to toss and turn, so the beautiful but narrow retro sofa is simply not enough for her to relax.

Secondly... well, that's a bit hard to talk about.

She felt that Lu Tingzhao's body temperature had been consistently high lately, his palms were burning, and his breathing was heavy. Sleeping on the cool leather sofa might... help lower his temperature.

As she was secretly calculating, the man's deep voice sounded again:

"I'm giving you three days off. You don't need to do anything during that time, is that enough?"