The blind boss's nanny

But after the two became intimate, some things did change.

When Lin Xiaoman assisted Lu Tingzhao with handling daily affairs and even some official duties, the tacit understanding between the two seemed to be innate.

With just a word or a slight pause, she could understand his intention.

But upon closer inspection, some subtle changes will be observed.

In terms of daily care, Lin Xiaoman seemed less meticulous than before, and even... there was a hint of laziness and negligence.

This situation was somewhat similar to her first time at the manor...

At that time, she racked her brains to get Lu Tingzhao to do what he could, ostensibly to "help him take back control of his life," but actually with the hidden intention of making things easier for herself.

This time, however, the reason is much more ambiguous.

She began to learn to use coquetry and whining to evade certain responsibilities.

"Chairman—"

She drew out her words, placed a cup of perfectly warm black tea beside him, and then moved closer to his desk, her fingertips twirling the platinum cufflinks on his shirt sleeve.

"I'm your girlfriend now, you can't keep yelling at me like before, it hurts our relationship."

Lu Tingzhao faced her direction, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't object, she became bolder.

"This contract...can I translate it tomorrow?"

She quietly pushed a document aside, her voice so soft it could melt your heart.

"I'm not feeling well..."

Lu Tingzhao put down the documents in his hand, turned his ear to her, as if to judge the truth of her words.

Seeing that he seemed to be softening, Lin Xiaoman pressed her advantage and moved closer, with a hint of resentment in her voice:

"It's all your fault... I didn't sleep well at all last night..."

Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was grabbed.

In a dizzying moment, she was pulled down onto his lap, her back pressed against the hard edge of the mahogany desk. The man's warm palms gripped her waist, while his other hand lifted her chin.

Although his eyes were still unfocused, the deep contours and approaching aura carried an extremely strong sense of oppression and... a kind of dangerous scrutiny.

"Where does it hurt?"

He asked in a low, deep voice, while his thumb lingered suggestively over her lower lip.

"Let me check..."

His calloused fingertips brushed against her delicate skin, instantly warming the air in the study.

"I……"

Lin Xiaoman's heart pounded like a drum. All her previous excuses for acting cute and spoiled crumbled instantly under his pressure and burning touch.

She could feel the tension in his leg muscles and the warmth of his body emanating through the thin fabric of his clothes.

"Um?"

He urged her on, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling.

Outside the window is a desolate winter courtyard, but inside it is warm and cozy.

Those piles of official documents, accounts awaiting processing, wallpapers that needed replacing... all seemed to have temporarily disappeared.

At this moment, his world consisted only of the woman in his arms who was trying to slack off but had gotten herself into trouble, and her eyelashes that trembled slightly with nervousness.

Footsteps could sound at any moment in the hallway outside the door and windows. Lin Xiaoman's heart leaped into her throat. She pressed her hands against the man's firm chest, pushing him away with all her might, her voice urgent and low:

"I feel great right now! I'm full of energy and my mind is clear!"

She tried to look at him with the most sincere expression, even though she knew he couldn't see her.

"Really, let me get up. I can translate ten, no, twenty contracts!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Tingzhao's jawline suddenly relaxed, and a low, pleasant laugh escaped his throat. The laugh was muffled, vibrating in his chest, and making Lin Xiaoman, who was pressed close to him, feel her cheeks burning.

"What are you laughing at!"

She was both embarrassed and annoyed, and couldn't help but punch him lightly.

"Put me down...someone will see us!"

Lu Tingzhao not only didn't let go, but instead lifted her up, making her press even closer against him. His tone was light and airy, with a touch of nonchalant languor:

"Then go and close the doors and windows."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaoman became even more indignant. Wasn't this like protesting too much? Closing the doors and windows was practically telling everyone that "something's going on" inside.

She was both anxious and angry, squirming restlessly in his arms, her voice even lower, tinged with exasperation:

"Lu Tingzhao! You promised me!"

She reminded him, her eyes flashing with seriousness.

"Keep our current relationship a secret! That's what we agreed on!"

This is a "term" that Lin Xiaoman solemnly proposed at the very beginning of their relationship.

She really liked the atmosphere at the manor: Aunt Mei would kindly save some snacks for her, the other maids would greet her with smiles, and even though Leng Feng always had a stern face, he would silently take the heavy things from her when she was carrying them...

All of this relaxed and natural interaction is based on the fact that "she is a working person".

Once this unspoken truth is revealed, once everyone knows she's not just a nanny, but also "the chairman's girlfriend"...

Lin Xiaoman could almost imagine how those gazes would change: curious scrutiny, cautious respect, and perhaps even various forms of alienation and speculation.

They will no longer share freshly baked cookies with her without any burden, or complain about the weather, as they do now.

She doesn't want to lose these.

Lu Tingzhao felt the tension in the body in his arms and the genuine anxiety within. The smile on his face gradually faded, and he remained silent for a few seconds.

"You care that much about what other people think?"

He asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

"I don't care what other people think!"

Lin Xiaoman hurriedly retorted, but didn't know how to accurately express that feeling of cherishing.

"I do care... things are fine as they are. I don't want to change."

She looked up, and despite knowing he couldn't see her, she still tried to "stare" at him, emphasizing:

"You promised, Lu Tingzhao. You can't go back on your word."

The air was quiet for a moment, with only the slightly rapid breathing of the two people mingling.

Finally, Lu Tingzhao sighed almost inaudibly, and the strength in his arm loosened slightly.

"it is good."

He gave in, his voice somewhat somber.

"As you wish."

Before Lin Xiaoman could even catch her breath, she felt him suddenly lower his head, his warm lips giving her a light, almost punishing, kiss on the side of her neck.

"This is....."

He whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse.

"The price of secrecy."

Lin Xiaoman covered her neck, her cheeks flushed red, but she didn't dare to protest loudly. She could only glare fiercely at the man in front of her, accusing him of his despicable behavior.

But this fierce glare had no effect on Lu Tingzhao... he couldn't see it.

This made Lin Xiaoman feel even more stifled, and a surge of frustration with nowhere to go welled up inside her.

Okay, if the open approach doesn't work, let's try the covert one.

She could only contend with him at night.