The blind boss's nanny

Lu Tingzhou's voice was even lower and hoarser than before, filled with a thick, turbulent emotion:

"Xiaoman, don't bite your lip."

He leaned down slightly, closing the distance again until she could clearly see the deep, unyielding darkness in the depths of his eyes.

"Are you still lying to me?"

He asked, his voice not loud, but it carried a power that went straight to the soul.

Lin Xiaoman was captivated by the depth in his eyes and the touch of his fingertips, her mind went blank, and she could only subconsciously shake her head.

Lu Tingzhao sighed almost inaudibly, his breath brushing against her cheek, carrying a burning heat.

"Answer, speak up."

He reminded him.

Lin Xiaoman suddenly snapped back to her senses, as if she had finally found her voice, and urgently and clearly assured him:

"No, I really won't! I'll never lie to you again!"

Lu Tingzhao remained silent for a few seconds, as if gauging the sincerity in her words.

His thumb finally slowly left her chin, leaving behind a burning sensation and a slight tingling.

He straightened up and withdrew his hand.

Lin Xiaoman crawled back to the big bed almost numbly, buried herself in the soft quilt, and wrapped herself up tightly, as if this could shut out all the memories and sensations that made her blush and her heart race.

Forget it! She must forget it!

She closed her eyes tightly in the darkness, repeatedly trying to hypnotize herself.

That was just an accident! It was punishment! It was the boss's... special way of educating a dishonest employee!

Yes, that's it!

How embarrassing! I absolutely must never remember this!

She buried her face in the blankets that still carried his cool scent and slept fitfully through the night, her dreams bizarre and fantastical, with a warm hand always appearing near and far.

The next morning, the professional styling team that Lu Tingxi had hired arrived at the manor on time.

Lin Xiaoman was forced to stand in front of the makeup mirror, allowing the makeup artist and hairstylist to do as they pleased.

Eyeliner outlined the contours of her round eyes, adding a touch of softness to those always bright eyes. Her long hair was pulled back, leaving a few carefully curled strands that lazily draped over her ears and neck.

Finally, she changed into that light green dress.

When Lin Xiaoman stood in front of the full-length mirror, she could hardly recognize herself in the mirror.

The dress was haute couture, with an exquisite cut, and its light green color made her skin look as white as snow, radiant and glowing.

The fabric clung to her slender yet curvaceous figure, from her collarbone to her waistline and the hem of her skirt, every inch just right, neither too revealing nor too revealing, perfectly outlining the freshness of a young girl and the charm of a woman just beginning to mature.

The necklace, earrings, and bracelet form a well-matched set of light-colored jewelry. The design is simple yet the craftsmanship is exquisite, complementing the dress perfectly.

She had never felt so... radiant before, like a pearl that had been carefully polished and finally revealed its inner luster.

Aunt Mei helped her final adjust the curve of her skirt, a smile on her face, but her tone was unusually solemn:

"Xiaoman, remember, in this public setting today, your role is that of the chairman's companion. You are no longer his housekeeper or caregiver. You must stay by his side at all times, take good care of him, and have only him in your eyes, understand? You cannot leave his side for even a moment."

Lin Xiaoman looked at her unfamiliar yet beautiful self in the mirror, took a deep breath, and nodded earnestly:

"I understand, Aunt May."

She was still deeply shocked by the outfit. The value of this ensemble was probably an astronomical figure that she had never dared to imagine before.

"This is the world of the rich," she thought to herself. "Even the people around them have to be decorated as brightly as Christmas trees to be considered respectable."

With everything ready, she carefully walked through the courtyard in her not-too-high champagne-colored heels.

Leng Feng, who was waiting outside, was leaning against the car door. When he saw Lin Xiaoman walking slowly towards him, the hard lines of his face softened, and a clear look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

He rarely spoke first, and although his voice remained flat, it carried a sincere admiration:

"Xiaoman, what are you like today...?"

He paused, seemingly thinking of the right words.

"It's very different. It's very beautiful."

Lin Xiaoman was feeling a bit nervous about the outfit and the upcoming occasion. Hearing this, she instinctively smiled, about to say "Thank you, Brother Leng" to ease the tension...

"Why haven't we set off yet?"

Lu Tingzhao's deep, cold voice suddenly rang out from the side.

Today, he was wearing a perfectly tailored black suit with a dark gray cashmere overcoat, standing there with a white cane in hand, his posture upright and his aura imposing.

Although his eyes were unfocused, his expressionless face, slightly turned towards Lin Xiaoman, made the atmosphere, which had just relaxed for a moment, freeze again.

Leng Feng immediately composed himself, regaining his usual calm, and opened the car door:

"We can set off now, Chairman."

Lin Xiaoman's small thrill from the praise was extinguished by this bucket of cold water.

She pursed her lips, carefully walked to Lu Tingzhao's side, and softly reminded him:

"Chairman, the car is just two steps ahead. Let me help you."

She stretched out her arm, and Lu Tingzhao's hand naturally rested on it. His fingertips touched her bare, slightly cool skin.

He then used the momentum to steadily step into the car.

Lin Xiaoman also hurriedly got into the car from the other side and sat next to him.

The car came to a smooth stop at the hotel's exclusive VIP entrance. The doorman respectfully opened the door, and a rush of crisp winter air filled the room.

Lin Xiaoman got out of the car first, her light green skirt brushing against the edge of the seat. After she steadied herself, she subconsciously turned around, took out the black white cane from inside the car, and prepared to hand it to Lu Tingzhao, who got out of the car after her.

"Need not."

The man's voice came from beside me, calm and undisturbed.

Lin Xiaoman's hand, holding the white cane, froze in mid-air, momentarily stunned. No white cane? In this completely unfamiliar, bustling hotel environment?

Lu Tingzhao had already stopped in front of her, his posture as straight as a pine tree, the stand-up collar of his dark gray coat making his jawline even more defined and hard.

He slightly raised his arm, assuming a waiting posture.

Lin Xiaoman finally understood... He wanted her to be his "eyes" and "guide," not just someone who handed him tools.

She immediately put the white cane back in the car, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and gently took his strong arm.

Her hand slipped under his arm, and through the cashmere fabric of his coat, she could clearly feel the deep, powerful lines of his muscles beneath.

Because of this supporting posture, their bodies naturally drew closer together.

"Chairman, there are three flat steps ahead, followed by three flights of stairs."

She lowered her voice and tried to give the prompts clearly and steadily.

"Um."

Lu Tingzhao responded with only one syllable, but his footsteps were already firmly planted on the marble floor.