The blind boss's nanny

The small snowball traced an arc and gently landed on the hem of Lu Tingzhao's dark gray cashmere coat, which was hanging over the edge of the terrace.

After doing all this, Lin Xiaoman immediately retreated behind the tree.

She could even picture Lu Tingzhao's slightly furrowed brows, a hint of confusion mixed with composure, as he sensed something amiss.

It makes you always seem aloof and unapproachable!

On Christmas Eve, the chairman should also enjoy some "homely fun"!

Lu Xingyuan launched a new round of attacks, but Lin Xiaoman quickly put the matter out of her mind.

Lu Tingzhao felt something touch the hem of his clothes.

He paused.

"Leng Feng".

With his usual alertness, he immediately spoke into the walkie-talkie.

The next second, a figure nimbly leaped up from downstairs and landed steadily on the terrace.

"Chairman."

Leng Feng's gaze swept quickly around, then settled on Lu Tingzhao's feet... a small, rapidly melting remnant of a snowball that had just shattered.

He looked up again at the snowball fight that was still raging not far downstairs.

Leng Feng's cold, hard face remained expressionless, but he let out a slight sigh of relief and reported in a low voice:

"There is no danger."

He paused, then added,

"It's Lin Xiaoman... and Young Master Xingyuan having a snowball fight."

He glanced at the figure crouching behind a tree, trying to ambush Lu Xingyuan again. "That 'attack' just now must have been... a snowball."

Lu Tingzhao remained silent for a moment.

The cold wind carried her clear shout of "Yuanbao, over here!" from downstairs across the terrace.

His fingers, which had been resting on the railing, finally relaxed.

"understood."

Just as Leng Feng was about to leave, Lu Tingzhao called him back.

"Leng Feng".

Lu Tingzhao's voice was calm and even.

"What does she... Lin Xiaoman look like?"

Leng Feng turned around and silently processed the question.

"pretty."

He finally uttered two words, concise and to the point, just like his usual style.

Lu Tingzhao frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.

This answer was too general and failed to evoke any concrete imagination in his dark world.

Which one is prettier?

He pressed for details.

This problem clearly stumped Leng Feng.

He raised his eyebrows and looked downstairs...

Lin Xiaoman was squatting by the corridor, laughing as she dodged Yuanbao's wagging tail and splashing snow, while wiping the snow off the dog's paws and chest with her scarf.

He struggled to search his vocabulary, his tone flat:

"She has a slender build, low body fat percentage, thin shoulders and back, flexible body, and stable core."

"She should be in a relaxed state right now, expressing her emotions directly, with a wide range of facial muscle movements, and her micro-expressions are highly consistent with her emotions."

Lu Tingzhao frowned slightly.

"Be normal, I'm not asking you to spy on the enemy."

Leng Feng paused for a moment, then said:

"She... isn't very tall, just below my shoulder. She has a small frame, I should be able to pick her up with one hand..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Tingzhao interrupted him coldly.

"No associations allowed."

Leng Feng paused, realizing that the example was inappropriate, and abruptly changed the subject.

"As for his looks... he's quite pleasing to the eye. He has a small face, fair skin that dazzles in the sun. His eyes are bright, round when he stares at people, and crinkle into slits when he smiles."

He remembered something and added:

"Oh right, she blushes easily. When she gets anxious or excited, her face turns red all the way down to her ears."

Leng Feng concluded by using what he considered the most apt metaphor:

"Anyway... it's similar to those little wildflowers you sometimes see growing in the cracks of rocks when we're doing field training."

After saying that, he looked at Lu Tingzhao and felt that he had used up all the words he had used to describe people in his entire life.

Lu Tingzhao remained silent. Leng Feng's clumsy yet vivid description had, in his dark world of perception, etched an outline imbued with warmth, color, and vitality—

A small, upright, and energetic figure.

A fair-skinned face that blushes easily.

A pair of bright eyes that crinkle into slits when they laugh.

There's also that tenacious and vibrant quality, like a wildflower growing in a crack in a rock.

He turned and walked back inside, leaving behind a remark whose emotion was inscrutable:

"understood."

Like a wildflower growing in a crack in the rock?

he thinks.

It must be one that grows in his yard.

After entering the house, Lu Tingzhao expressionlessly instructed Lin Xiaoman to take Yuanbao to the fireplace to dry, which suited her perfectly.

The warm flames dispelled the chill, and she had just settled comfortably into the soft cushion when Lu Xingyuan somehow appeared again and sat down next to her.

"Hey, let me tell you a secret,"

Lu Xingyuan lowered his voice, but couldn't hide the smugness on his face.

The girl sitting in front of me... well, she seems to like me.

Lin Xiaoman was combing Yuanbao's fur when she heard this. Without even looking up, she asked indifferently:

"Oh? Does the girl herself know that she 'seems' to like you?"

Lu Xingyuan was taken aback, glared at her, then slumped his shoulders and confessed:

"Okay, okay... Actually, I like her. But I confessed to her, and she said yes!"

The tone of the second half of the sentence rose again, and the tail seemed to be wagging its tail to the sky.

Congratulations!

Lin Xiaoman raised her eyelids perfunctorily and continued to groom Yuanbao.

"It's alright, I guess."

Lu Xingyuan hugged a cushion, trying his best to appear calm and composed.

"Women aren't necessities. I won't spend all my time with her; it's pointless."

Lin Xiaoman rolled her eyes without any politeness.

Less than five minutes later, Young Master Lu, who had just declared that "women are not necessities," let out a wail while staring at his phone screen:

"Holy crap! Why isn't she replying to my messages?! Is she angry? Did I say something wrong? Oh no... I don't want to live anymore..."

Lin Xiaoman was too lazy to pay attention to the rollercoaster of emotions of a teenager and focused on dealing with Yuanbao's tangled hair.

Lu Xingyuan, however, seemed to have found an emotional dumping ground, sighing and muttering to himself:

"I'm so heartbroken right now... Really, if she ignores me, I feel like I'll never believe in love again... Sigh, nanny, tell me, what's the one thing you'll absolutely never touch in your life?"

Lin Xiaoman was so annoyed by him that she stopped what she was doing, thought about it seriously for a moment, and then answered with a solemn expression:

"High-voltage power lines?"

"..."

Lu Xingyuan was speechless for two seconds at her unconventional answer, then his eyes lit up and he came up with an even more tricky question:

"Let's change the question... Right now, in this manor, among those who are alive and breathing, if you absolutely had to choose a man as your partner, who would you choose?"