The blind boss's nanny

At that moment, she finally saw that face.

At first, the face was blurry, and then it began to change.

First frame: Elon Musk.

Lin Xiaoman, with a sliver of reason remaining in her dream, commented: "Hmm, that makes sense. The world's richest man, I like money."

Second frame: Leonardo DiCaprio when he was young.

That blond hair, blue eyes, handsome and arrogant smile made her dizzy... which is also reasonable, top-notch beauty, who wouldn't love to look at him?

The faces continued to flash, like a lottery roulette wheel, passing by several regulars on the covers of financial magazines and veteran Hollywood heartthrobs.

Just as Lin Xiaoman was drowsily thinking, "This dream is quite generous, offering a self-service male god experience..."

The roulette wheel stopped.

All the blurry light and shadow and alternating faces suddenly froze and became clear.

That face no longer changed.

Deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips that are always slightly pursed, but now carry a hint of a smile…

And those dark, serene eyes that could instantly capture her attention in her dreams.

Lu Tingzhao.

Lin Xiaoman in her dream and Lin Xiaoman who suddenly woke up in reality both gasped in shock.

She stared at the familiar ceiling above her head, her chest heaving violently, her cheeks burning hot.

The tactile sensations and images from her dream that made her legs weak surged back with unparalleled clarity, and the male protagonist's face... was none other than her employer, the blind boss who claimed to like her.

"..."

Lin Xiaoman buried her burning face in the pillow.

It’s over.

Now even the subconscious has betrayed us.

Not only did he betray her, but he also arranged such a... vivid, detailed, and clearly defined R-rated plot for her.

Just then, a deep call came clearly from the direction of the sofa:

"Xiaoman" (Grain Buds).

She froze, instantly sitting up in bed, her hair disheveled, her eyes wide as she stared at the source of the sound.

Lu Tingzhao was already awake. He was sitting comfortably on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket, clearly having been awake for a while.

The morning light outlined his clear profile, and his eyes, gazing at her, appeared exceptionally deep in the dim light.

"You...you're awake, why didn't you call me?"

Lin Xiaoman's voice was a little hoarse and hesitant.

"You're sleeping soundly."

Lu Tingzhao's tone was calm and even, then he changed the subject, slowly dropping another bombshell:

I dreamt about you again last night.

"boom--!"

Lin Xiaoman's face changed repeatedly, steam rose from her ears, and they were burning hot.

The fragmented yet intensely vivid images from last night's dreams surged uncontrollably, overlapping with the calm face of the man before me.

Almost reflexively, she blurted out the question in return:

"You dreamt about me...what's wrong with dreaming about me?!"

Lu Tingzhao's lips curved slightly. He tilted his head slightly, as if carefully recalling the details of his dream, and slowly described:

"I dreamt of you... in a very warm place. You seemed a little nervous, constantly hiding, yet also like... waiting for me to come closer."

Lin Xiaoman's ears turned bright red. This beginning...it's kind of like the prelude to some of her dreams!

He continued, his voice low and clear:

"Later, you stopped dodging. You reached out, grabbed my clothes, and pulled me towards..."

"Stop! Don't say anymore!"

Lin Xiaoman immediately interrupted him, her voice trembling. She scrambled off the bed, her face flushed crimson, frantically waving her hands, trying to stop him from uttering another word.

"Chairman! You don't need to report these kinds of dreams in such detail! It's a matter of personal privacy! Yes, privacy!"

She was incoherent and didn't dare to look at him, as if she would spontaneously combust if he said another word.

Lu Tingzhao obediently stopped, but looked in the direction of her panic and helplessness, and the smile on his lips finally became undisguised and slowly deepened.

After a long time, long enough that the sunlight outside the window had brightened a bit, Lin Xiaoman's frantic heartbeat finally calmed down completely.

She crossed her arms and began to analyze the situation seriously:

"Chairman, your situation is quite complex. From a medical perspective, this could be due to the brain becoming overly reliant on other senses after blindness, leading to fixation on the object of emotional projection..."

"Xiaoman" (Grain Buds).

Lu Tingzhao interrupted her impromptu "pathological analysis," chuckled softly, and said casually:

"Is this an answer from an expert on Zhihu?"

Lin Xiaoman was stunned. How did he know everything?

Then, she said with even greater certainty:

"Never mind how I know, you absolutely cannot continue like this..."

Lu Tingzhao finally lost his temper and reached out to cover her incessantly chattering mouth.

Beneath his palm, her soft lips still moved a few times defiantly, her warm breath brushing against his skin.

The world is quiet now.

Lin Xiaoman's eyes widened, silently accusing him of using "physical means" to silence her.

Lu Tingzhao released his hand, rubbed his temples, and felt a throbbing in his temples.

"When I say I like you, it's not a sign that I want to lay off employees."

He abandoned all roundabout and romantic language, deciding to communicate with her in the most straightforward way possible; otherwise, he suspected she could ramble on to the ends of the universe.

"When I say I like you, it's the most sincere expression of a man's feelings for the woman he cares about. This isn't some kind of 'management strategy'."

His voice trailed off.

"Finally, you can't resign, and I won't let you leave."

Lin Xiaoman blinked and took three seconds to process it.

Then, her eyes widened suddenly, because she had caught a crucial piece of information. She pointed at him and raised her voice:

"You! You peeked at my phone?! How did you know I searched those things?!"

Faced with the accusations, Lu Tingzhao tilted his head slightly, his tone calm and even somewhat innocent:

"no."

"Myself,"

He emphasized,

"It does not have the 'peek at your phone' function."

He couldn't see her wide-eyed, "You're kidding me" expression.

Lu Tingzhao added slowly and deliberately, in a calm tone:

"However, Ah Zhe is in charge of the manor's cybersecurity."

"Any unusual search keywords that might involve the employer's reputation or safety... will trigger his alert system."

"He was just doing his job."

Lin Xiaoman: "..."

She opened her mouth, then closed it again, her expression shifting from shock to realization, and then to a complex mix of shame, indignation, and the thought, "You capitalists really are despicable."

So... it wasn't him spying, but his employees "legally monitoring"? Does that make a difference?! Isn't this just a disguised form of intrusion into privacy?!

"...This is an invasion of privacy!"

She finally regained her voice, and her cheeks puffed up with anger.