The blind boss's nanny

"It's Tingxi."

The brothers Lu Tingzhao and Lu Tingzhou were close in age, but their sister Lu Tingxi was five years younger than Lu Tingzhao.

When the three siblings moved to this manor, Lu Tingxi was still an underage girl.

"During that period,"

Lu Tingzhao's voice was calm as he recounted a distant past event.

"Tingzhou almost went astray, I have to keep an eye on him and bring him back. Tingxi... is going through puberty, his emotions are unstable, and his health isn't good either."

His words were concise, yet they painted a picture of a young brother who, after losing his father and his mother remarrying, single-handedly shouldered all the hardships.

He not only had to face the open and hidden attacks from the outside world and protect the legacy left by his father, but also had to build a place that could be called "home" for his two younger siblings who had also lost their support in that cold and empty mansion.

It's not just about providing material support, but also about providing emotional support.

"When she got her first period, she hid in her room and cried, thinking she was going to die."

There was no discernible emotion in Lu Tingzhao's tone.

He spoke casually, but Lin Xiaoman was deeply moved.

This goes far beyond simply "learning to take care of girls."

This is an older brother who, at an age when he should be living life to the fullest, prematurely took on the roles of "father" and even "mother".

He directed all his sharpness and coldness toward the outside world, but poured out his remaining gentleness and patience without reservation to his blood-related younger siblings.

Behind that thoroughness lies a responsibility, forbearance, and a profound dedication far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Lin Xiaoman was speechless for a long time after hearing this. She remembered the glass greenhouse that was always full of flowers no matter when Lu Tingxi returned, and the snacks that Lu Tingxi always loved, which were always kept in the kitchen...

She had previously only thought of Lu Tingzhao as a powerful but unpredictable ruler. But now, she felt as if she had touched the silent yet passionate core beneath his hard exterior.

"President Lu...she is so happy."

Lin Xiaoman finally sighed softly, her gaze sweeping over his deep-set eyes. Recalling the care Lu Tingzhao had shown her these past few days, a warm feeling of gratitude and envy welled up in her heart again.

Her eyes crinkled into a smile, her voice softening unconsciously, filled with sincere admiration:

"Chairman, you are so good to your family. President Lu is so lucky to have a brother like you."

She paused, then said, half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"Sigh, I wish I could have a brother like you..."

"Click."

A very faint, crisp sound.

It was a fountain pen that Lu Tingzhao had been caressing, and the nib accidentally touched the surface of the walnut wood table.

He raised his head.

Although those eyes remained calmly "gazing" into the void, Lin Xiaoman could almost feel two invisible gazes locking onto her in an instant.

"I don't want to be your older brother."

His voice was not loud, but every word was clear, like ice beads falling on a jade plate, cold and hard, leaving no room for negotiation.

Lin Xiaoman's smile froze instantly, her upturned lips stiffening in place.

She stood in the pillar of light, frozen in place by the sudden chill, her fingertips instinctively curling up.

what……

She overstepped her bounds again.

The thought flashed through her mind quickly, and she felt a little annoyed at her own loose tongue.

The chairman was willing to share his past and tender memories of taking care of his sister. How could a salaried nanny like me possibly take advantage of that and fantasize about being someone's "sister"?

But strangely, the expected embarrassment and disappointment did not come.

If you don't want to be one, then you don't want to be one.

She quickly consoled herself, her gaze sweeping over his well-defined hands on the desk, over the warm flames dancing in the fireplace, and then she remembered the down comforter in her room that he had specially arranged for to be changed.

Anyway...

She secretly pursed her lips inwardly, feeling a little smug.

My current treatment—the food, the supplies, the care I receive—is not much different from when President Lu was at home!

The title of "brother" was just a formality; what she truly held in her hands was the tangible warmth and care she received.

Who cares what the reason is? We'll enjoy it while we can! Once the contract expires, or his eyesight improves, these benefits will be gone.

"Yes, Chairman."

She quickly composed herself, stood up straight again, and her voice returned to its usual clear and crisp tone.

"I misspoke. Is there anything else you need?"

Lu Tingzhao continued to "look" in her direction, his clasped fingers tightening for a moment.

The firelight cast flickering shadows in his deep eyes, within which surged some emotion she could not decipher.

After a long silence, he moved his lips almost imperceptibly, his voice low and deep:

"Go and rest, I don't need you today."

"Yes."

Lin Xiaoman readily agreed, turned around and walked towards the door with light steps.

The door was gently closed.

The study returned to silence.

Lu Tingzhao sat alone in the large chair, motionless for a long time. The firelight cast his tall figure onto the bookshelf behind him, making him appear somewhat aloof.

He slowly loosened his clasped hands, pressing his fingertips against his temples.

elder brother?

Who cares?

That's not what he wants.

On Christmas Eve, the heavy snow that had been falling for several days finally stopped.

Lin Xiaoman opened the window in the early morning and couldn't help but let out a soft "wow".

The world was an endless expanse of pure white. The distant mountains, the nearby pine forests, the rooftops of the manor houses, and the winding paths were all covered with fluffy, fresh snow, like a crystal world from a fairy tale.

gorgeous.

On Christmas Eve, all the siblings of the Lu family must gather together.

Aunt Mei started working in the kitchen before dawn, and the air was filled with the warm aroma of roast turkey, cinnamon apples and baked goods.

After settling everything for Lu Tingzhao, Lin Xiaoman checked the time and then made an excuse to take Yuanbao out to "release some energy."

She put on a thick down jacket, wrapped a bright red wool scarf around her neck, and wore fluffy earmuffs and gloves, fully armed and ready to sneak out.

"Your period just ended."

Lu Tingzhao, behind the desk, didn't even look up. His fingers were tracing the raised dots of a Braille document as his voice came calmly.

"It's freezing outside, don't stay out for too long."

Lin Xiaoman, who had already reached the door, suddenly stopped.

She blinked and turned back. She took off one glove and pulled a small box of face cream with cartoon designs from her coat pocket.

"Understood, Chairman."

As she spoke, she unscrewed the cap and squeezed out a small dollop of milky-white cream onto her fingertip.

"However, you should also be aware that the indoor heating is strong, while the outside is dry and cold, which can easily cause your skin to dry out."

She naturally leaned down and gently touched his forehead with her cool fingertips.

Lu Tingzhao's body stiffened for a moment.

That cool, soft touch followed her fingertips, gently spreading across his forehead, cheeks, and jawline...

The slightly cool cream gradually melts with body heat, seeps into the skin, leaving a moisturizing layer and a light, clean fragrance.

It smells like milk.

He let those hands "do whatever they wanted" on his face, rubbing and pressing, even taking meticulous care of the area behind his ears.