The blind boss's nanny

He glanced at his older brother with a smile.

"The way she looked at you... wow, she was so focused. There were so many people in the room, but it was like she only had eyes for you."

After saying that, he picked up his wine glass again and resumed his detached, bystander demeanor.

"Are you satisfied now, my dear brother? This is a purely rational analysis squeezed out from my precious brain cells."

He paused, then his smile deepened.

"Of course, if you want a more accurate analysis report... you'll probably have to 'sample' it yourself."

Lu Tingzhao stood there, stunned, his brother's last words echoing in his ears: "It's like she only has eyes for you," and the previous reckless yet unforgettable blunt description.

His eyelids twitched, and a kind of unprecedented, clear longing surged and stirred in the depths of his dormant heart.

He suddenly felt that the ten or so minutes he had been separated from her were incredibly long.

Almost instinctively, he reached out and grabbed Lu Tingzhou's arm beside him, with considerable force, his voice deepening and tinged with urgency:

Where is she now?

Lu Tingzhou raised an eyebrow slightly as the man grabbed him, but he didn't struggle. He simply turned his head, his gaze casually sweeping over the light green figure not far away, and said in a light tone:

"Look, at a 45° angle to your left and slightly ahead. Walk straight for about... 30 meters, and you'll find your nanny."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Tingzhao had already released his grip.

He had already taken a firm step forward.

With precise direction, steady steps, and clear goals.

Lu Tingzhou's suggestion, "I'll help you across..." was completely forgotten.

He watched his elder brother walk away without hesitation in that direction, slightly surprised at first, then his smile deepened, and he tilted his head back to drink the remaining wine in his glass in one gulp.

Meanwhile, Lin Xiaoman, who had been watching this side intently, lightly jumped off the bar stool almost the instant Lu Tingzhao moved.

Her light green skirt traced a graceful arc in the air as she walked straight toward the tall, familiar figure approaching her.

Amidst the dazzling, icy waterfall of light and the gaps in the sounds of voices, the two simultaneously approached each other.

Lu Tingzhou swirled his empty wine glass, leaned against the bar, and watched this scene.

New music has begun to play on the dance floor, and the elegant ladies and graceful dancers are once again twirling around.

Seeing that the two had successfully reunited, he downed the remaining wine in his glass, swirled the glass, and rejoined the crowd on the dance floor.

Lin Xiaoman watched as the entire audience's attention and the invisible center of gravity moved steadily toward her, piercing through the glitz and glamour and the clamor of the crowd.

For a moment, her heart felt as if it were being violently washed by an unseen tide, wave after wave crashing against the shore of her heart.

Everything around me... the sharp light of the crystal chandelier, the delicate strings, the inquisitive or amazed gazes...

Everything else became a blurry background, except for that increasingly closer figure, which remained crystal clear.

"Chairman!"

She blurted it out, her voice brimming with surprise and excitement, which sounded somewhat out of place in the relatively quiet corner.

She immediately realized her lapse in composure and quickly lowered her voice, but couldn't hide the sudden gleam in her eyes; her tone was sincere and tinged with a hint of excitement:

"You look so handsome today!"

This was the first time she had felt so directly and clearly the power and status that Lu Tingzhao represented.

In the manor, he was a picky, lonely employer who needed to be taken care of.

The man standing here now is the one who truly wields a vast business empire, a man who can turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist.

The moment he stepped into this space, his deep-seated aura, that of an absolute superior, automatically spread out, making people hold their breath and look up in awe.

Lin Xiaoman's eyes involuntarily revealed a "fangirl" gaze, clear and ardent.

She didn't even bother to hide it... anyway, he couldn't see it.

A faint smile curved Lu Tingzhao's lips. He stopped in front of her and made a suggestion that surprised her:

"Want to have a drink with me?"

Lin Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said:

"But... so many people came over to toast you, and you didn't drink any of it?"

She could see clearly that he hadn't touched a single one of those flattering glasses.

"yes,"

Lu Tingzhao did not deny it; his voice was low and calm, yet carried a strange sense of relaxation.

"But I'm not afraid of getting drunk when I drink with you."

He paused, then added:

"Because...you will take me home safely."

Lin Xiaoman was amused by his words. She blinked and deliberately asked in return:

"What if I get drunk too? What if neither of us can go home?"

Lu Tingzhao actually stopped and seemed to think about it seriously for a few seconds.

"Then let Leng Feng take us back."

This answer was so simple it was almost endearing, creating a wonderful contrast to his confident and assertive demeanor on stage just moments before.

Lin Xiaoman couldn't help but chuckle. The sense of distance she felt from him earlier, created by his aura and status, quietly disappeared during this relaxed and casual conversation.

"good!"

She nodded readily, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

"Then I'll have a drink with you! But it's a deal, we can only have one!"

She turned and walked to the waiter next to her, and brought two glasses of champagne.

The crisp sound of glasses clinking rang out.

Lu Tingzhao tilted the wine glass in his hand slightly, and drank the crystal-clear wine in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow, its lines sharp and clean.

Lin Xiaoman simply brought the rim of the cup to her lips, took a small sip, and then put it down.

She still vividly remembered her "glorious history" of climbing into his bed while drunk and almost strangling him to death, so she dared not indulge herself in the slightest in this situation.

Lu Tingzhao seemed to notice her hesitation in drinking, and turned his head to ask in a low voice:

Why aren't you drinking?

Lin Xiaoman exclaimed in surprise:

"I drank it!"

Lin Xiaoman was just trying to find an excuse to get by when her gaze casually swept across the room and she unexpectedly caught sight of a familiar figure.

She is gentle and refined.

She was standing at the edge of the dance floor, wearing a low-key yet elegant pearl gray dress, her gaze seemingly... fixed in their direction.

Lin Xiaoman subconsciously touched Lu Tingzhao's arm, lowering her voice:

"Chairman, I saw... your former fiancée, Ms. Wen. She... seems to be looking this way."

Lu Tingzhao remained silent upon hearing this. He could already hear his younger brother, Lu Tingzhou, chatting and laughing with several familiar female public relations professionals not far behind him, the atmosphere relaxed.

He knew exactly whose gaze was fixed on Wenya.

He was about to explain that it might be a misunderstanding when he heard Lin Xiaoman beside him speak first, her voice filled with righteous indignation and a hint of eagerness:

"Chairman! Should I... help you get back at her?"