The blind boss's nanny

Lin Xiaoman's eyes flickered slightly, but she was not particularly moved. However, she was more wary of the man in front of her who was clearly disheartened and down on his luck.

She was afraid he would fight her to the death.

She walked a few steps outside without making a sound, until she could clearly see the security cameras above the corridor and the occasional figure of a waiter passing by in the distance.

She had to ensure that she was in a safe and witnessing environment.

Lin Langqing only took a few steps closer, still blocking her way, a sudden surge of obsession flashing in his eyes, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Xiaoman! I've figured it out! After all this time, I've realized that the one I truly love... is still you! Let's start over, okay? I'm single now, I can..."

Lin Xiaoman finally couldn't help but interrupt him sharply:

"What do you take me for? A junk collector? Just because others don't want something doesn't mean I'll take it?"

Lin Langqing, however, didn't seem to care; in fact, a hint of excitement appeared on his face. He had come with "bargaining chips" today.

"Xiaoman, don't be in such a hurry to refuse."

He lowered his voice, mysteriously took a contract from his suit's inner pocket, and handed it to her, his tone barely concealing his smugness.

"Look at this! I met a total sucker. He paid three times the market price to buy the land for Sunshine Home! The contract is signed, and the money is in his account!"

Lin Xiaoman's pupils contracted, and she snatched the document in disbelief. She eagerly unfolded it, her eyes rapidly scanning the cold terms and numbers.

He really did sell Sunshine Home!

That home, which held the warmth of her childhood, the place she dreamed of countless times in the dead of night, and even became the source of her obsessive struggle, was the place she longed to rebuild one day...

On these few pieces of paper, with prices clearly marked, it has completely changed hands and will never come back.

Lin Langqing was still smugly dreaming:

"Xiaoman, look, we're rich now! We can do whatever we want! You've always wanted to go abroad..."

Lin Xiaoman threw the contract hard at Lin Langqing's face!

Her chest heaved violently, and her voice trembled:

"Lin Langqing! There's never any possibility between us!"

"Unless you want to get beaten up by me again like last time! I advise you to disappear from my sight right now!"

Lin Langqing touched the spot on his face where the paper had scratched him, and instead of being angry, he showed a helpless smile:

"Xiaoman, you ambushed me last time. If we really fought, how could you possibly beat me?"

He paused, his tone even becoming somewhat tender.

"Actually... it's not a big deal that you beat me up. After all, didn't you often treat me like that when we were kids? Chasing after me, hitting me, calling me stupid..."

"Stop talking!"

Lin Xiaoman suddenly shouted to stop her, but her voice was no longer as powerful as before; instead, it carried a hint of weakness.

"Don't mention my childhood..."

She seemed to have all her strength drained away; her shoulders slumped, and she slowly squatted down, hugging her knees tightly with both hands, burying her face in them, her voice muffled, with a fragile, pleading tone.

"...Don't mention it, don't mention your childhood, okay?"

She squatted on the clean, cold ground, her red dress flowing out like a withered flower.

Lu Tingzhou helped Lu Tingzhao walk slowly out of the bustling inner hall and into the relatively quiet corridor connecting the halls.

"Finally, we're rid of those old fogies..."

Lu Tingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, then, remembering something, looked around.

"Hey, bro, your nanny's been in the bathroom for a while now, hasn't she come out yet?"

Lu Tingzhao tilted his head slightly, remembering Lin Xiaoman's excited suggestion to take Yuanbao to the dog park.

"Go and bring Yuanbao over first."

Leng Feng quickly brought Yuanbao over, who was dressed in a smart and spirited manner.

The golden retriever nuzzled affectionately against Lu Tingzhao's leg, then sat quietly at his feet.

"Good boy, we'll wait for her here."

"Lu Tingzhao said. He and Lu Tingzhou stood together in a relatively conspicuous spot in the corridor, the two brothers chatting quietly about the group's affairs.

However, instead of Lin Xiaoman, an uninvited guest arrived first.

Wen Zhe and Wen Ya, the two siblings, walked over from another direction. Wen Ya's face showed obvious grievance, and her eyes were slightly red.

Wen Zhe, standing beside her, had a terribly gloomy expression and walked straight toward the direction where Lu Tingzhao and his brother were.

Lu Tingzhou nudged Lu Tingzhao lightly with his elbow, lowering his voice and speaking with a helpless tone:

"Brother, it seems... some trouble is coming our way."

Lu Tingzhao frowned, about to ask for details, but Lu Tingzhou patted his arm, indicating that he was alright.

"rest assured."

Lu Tingzhou's tone was relaxed.

He has never been burdened by the image of a "gentleman," and his lack of respect for elders, his capricious behavior, and his unconventional ways are the labels that have been attached to him by the outside world.

The outside world can only morally condemn him, but he happens to have no morals.

Lu Tingzhao listened to his younger brother's footsteps fading into the distance.

Before long, another set of footsteps quietly approached, with a steady rhythm and deliberate steps.

Finally, it stopped half a step behind him.

A hand adorned with sandalwood prayer beads gently patted Lu Tingzhao's shoulder from behind.

"Ting Zhao,"

Lu Tingshen's voice rang out.

"What a coincidence?"

The Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist had a deep, lustrous color, clearly indicating that they had been frequently handled by someone.

Lu Tingzhao faced the source of the sound, his tone calm:

"What a coincidence! I don't remember anyone inviting you."

Lu Tingshen's smile froze for a moment, and he began to sigh to himself:

"Yes, no one invited me. How could I, this spendthrift son, the 'disgrace of the Lu family,' have the face to appear in such an occasion?"

He deliberately emphasized those words, his gaze lingering on Lu Tingzhao's calm and expressionless face.

"If it weren't for some people being lucky back then and reaping the benefits, who knows who would be standing here receiving all the attention now?"

Lu Tingshen was referring to the disastrous investment failure ten years ago and everything he lost as a result.

Lu Tingzhao's eyebrows twitched slightly, but his voice remained steady:

"Luck? Lu Tingshen, it's been ten years, and you still only know how to blame your failures on luck, or... other people."

Lu Tingshen's face darkened instantly.

"fail?"

He scoffed.

"I was being a pioneer! I had foresight! It's just that the timing was a little off! As for you, Lu Tingzhao, how does it feel to be sitting in the seat I gave up?"

Lu Tingzhao's expression was cold and stern, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, as if he didn't want to continue the conversation.

Instead of agonizing over this, why don't you think about... how to make up for this year's financial deficit?

Lu Tingshen's expression changed. The trust fund his father set up for him before his death was the only thing he could rely on to maintain a semblance of prestige.

However, after Lu Tingzhao took over the reins, all he ever assigned to him was that small, barely surviving factory overseas.

But his inherent unwillingness to settle for mediocrity and his constant desire to prove himself through unconventional means led him to invest several times, leaving his accounts riddled with holes and forcing him to live beyond his means...