The blind boss's nanny

She had nowhere to put weight on her limbs, and her breathing became completely erratic.

"It's like...it's about to drift away..."

Lu Tingzhao was clearly satisfied with the feedback. He chuckled softly, his voice deep and hoarse, carrying the pleasure of being in control.

No longer content with the present, he tightened his arms, pulling her closer to him, wanting to embed her into his very bones, to toss her to the crest of a raging storm, and to make her completely lose her way.

Lin Xiaoman felt dizzy and disoriented, her consciousness shattered. She could only cling tightly to him, like a drowning person holding onto a piece of driftwood.

Every second she wanted to scream, but he sealed her with a kiss, turning all her sounds into broken sobs.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Tingzhao heard the gentle patter of raindrops falling, and finally felt satisfied...

He buried his face in the crook of her sweaty neck and sighed.

Before the afterglow had faded, a strong sense of shame and extreme exhaustion swept over her.

Lin Xiaoman didn't even have the strength to move her fingers. Her whole body felt like it had been disassembled and reassembled. She could only lie on the bed and bury her face deeply in the pillow next to her, trying to shut herself out from everything.

Excessive physical exertion made my eyelids feel as heavy as mountains, and almost in the next second, my consciousness became blurred.

Lu Tingzhao held her quietly, listening to her breathing gradually become even and deep, his fingertips twirling her sweaty hair.

As the sunlight shifts, tranquility returns indoors.

He couldn't sleep, so he asked someone to come up and clean the carpet.

Soon, a middle-aged female cleaner quietly pushed her tool cart in. She caught a glimpse of the raised figure on the bed... Lin Xiaoman was lying on her side, a smooth, rounded shoulder exposed outside the thin blanket.

Look at the ground again...

Lu Tingzhao's voice was very low:

"Be quiet and don't make any noise."

The cleaner immediately lowered her eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her hands and feet became even lighter and more nimble as she quickly and silently dealt with the situation, afraid of disturbing the person sleeping peacefully in bed, and also afraid of angering the person sitting quietly.

After tidying up, she practically tiptoed out and gently closed the door behind her.

Unfortunately, at the corner of the corridor, she ran into Ye Qiyun, who had come to visit her son.

Ye Qiyun, her well-maintained face showing concern, called out to her as she came out from the direction of her son's suite:

"Is there anything Tingzhao needs?"

The cleaner recognized the lady, stopped somewhat awkwardly, and mumbled:

"Yes... Mr. Lu instructed me to clean the carpet."

Ye Qiyun had only asked casually, but upon hearing the question, she keenly noticed the unnaturalness that flashed in the other person's eyes and the way he quickly lowered his gaze.

She frowned slightly, seemingly unintentionally asking:

"Oh? He's alone in the room?"

The cleaner's head hung even lower, and his voice was barely audible.

"...Miss Lin...is resting."

Some things don't need to be said explicitly; a single expression or a vague "rest" is enough for a noblewoman like Ye Qiyun to conjure up unpleasant associations.

Her expression changed abruptly, her eyes sharpened, and without asking any more questions, she waved for the cleaner to leave. She then walked briskly toward the closed door in her high heels.

Ye Qiyun suppressed her anger and pushed open the door to enter.

All the curtains in the room were drawn, and she could see at a glance that her son was sitting neatly dressed in the shadows on the edge of the bed, holding his white cane, his back straight, facing the direction of the big bed.

On the bed, Lin Xiaoman was clearly fast asleep, her breathing even.

This scene deeply pained Ye Qiyun... Her son, the pride of heaven, was now guarding a sleeping nanny like a servant!

A fire ignited within her; her footsteps pounded on the floor, and she was about to speak—

"clatter."

The tip of the white cane gently touched the carpet.

Almost at the same second that she made her first sound, Lu Tingzhao had already stood up, leaning on his white cane, and was facing the doorway.

He raised one hand, palm outward, making a clear gesture of "stop" and "go outside to talk."

The words Ye Qiyun was about to say stuck in her throat. She could only suppress her anger and follow him outside.

The door was closed very gently behind me, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

Under the corridor lights, Ye Qiyun looked at her son's expressionless face, feeling anxious, angry, and even more incredulous.

"Tingzhao? Do you know it's Mom here?"

Lu Tingzhao frowned slightly, his voice calm and even:

"I have no idea."

He paused, then explained:

"Whoever it is, now they must speak out."

Ye Qiyun's expression froze completely, and her voice rose, filled with anger:

"Why?! Just because that nanny inside is sleeping?! Who's the patient here?! What right does she have to lie in your bed like that! Knowing you're at a critical time, she's still shamelessly flirting with you in broad daylight..."

"mom."

Lu Tingzhao finally spoke up to interrupt, his voice not loud, but cutting off all of Ye Qiyun's subsequent, more intense accusations.

He looked in the direction from which his mother's voice came, his face calm.

"Please come here."

His tone was detached and straightforward.

"What is it?"

Ye Qiyun felt a lump in her throat, unable to breathe, making her feel choked and suffocated.

Her current husband, Lu Shen, also lives in the same medical center, in the more secluded detached sanatorium building behind it.

To be fair, Ye Qiyun rarely takes the initiative to visit her son.

Firstly, there was the long-standing estrangement between mother and son, often leaving them speechless and creating an awkward atmosphere when they met. Secondly, Lu Tingzhou would come over several times a day, and when she occasionally bumped into him, his undisguised coldness and mockery always made her feel extremely uncomfortable and uneasy.

Gradually, she came less and less. Staying with her current husband, Lu Shen, was at least her comfort zone.

Only when this was mentioned did she suddenly remember the important reason she had come here today.

She tried to make her voice sound calmer:

"Did you send Assistant Qin to visit your uncle a few days ago?"

Lu Tingzhao's expression remained unchanged:

"Yes."

Ye Qiyun took a deep breath, her nails digging into her palms, and slowly said:

"He came with Tingxi."

Lu Tingzhao tilted his head slightly:

"Is there a problem?"

"I saw it with my own eyes,"

Ye Qiyun's voice trembled slightly, and her fingers, adorned with delicate nail polish, gripped the edge of her shawl tightly.

"They were kissing in the parking lot."

Upon hearing this, Lu Tingzhao's eyebrows twitched slightly. This was unexpected. Qin Xiu and Tingxi? He truly hadn't noticed.

But he didn't show this surprise.

"so what?"

"so what?!"

Ye Qiyun was thoroughly enraged by his nonchalant attitude, and her voice suddenly rose.

"Your two sisters! One is a programmer who likes you, and the other is now involved with your executive assistant! They've both been swindled by your... your working-class subordinates! Have you ever thought about how I, as their mother, feel?!"