The blind boss's nanny

Since her husband Lu Shen passed away, Ye Qiyun has become a different person, eagerly shifting the focus of her life and all her emotional attachments to repairing her relationship with her eldest son.

She made several trips between the manor and the medical center almost every day, carrying carefully prepared items and showing concern for Lu Tingzhao's well-being. This noblewoman, who had never lifted a finger in the kitchen, even began clumsily learning to make soup and personally delivering it to Lu Tingzhao.

Although most of that soup ended up in Lin Xiaoman's stomach.

At this moment, faced with such a major event as her son going abroad for medical treatment, Ye Qiyun didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately replied:

"Tingzhao, Mom will go with you. Your eyesight isn't good, how can you manage without a loved one by your side? This time, Mom will definitely take good care of you and fulfill her responsibility as a mother."

She spoke with such sincerity that her eyes even reddened slightly.

However, after listening, Lu Tingzhao did not respond in the same way he had with Qin Xiu and Lu Tingzhou. He simply picked up his water glass in silence, a slight frown crossing his brow.

He did not agree with his mother going with him.

He was all too aware of Ye Qiyun's deep-seated prejudice and dislike for Lin Xiaoman. With her mother by her side, Lin Xiaoman's situation was predictable.

In an unfamiliar environment and amidst intensive treatment, he could not guarantee that he could protect her at all times, nor could he shield her from all the cold stares and difficulties from his closest relatives.

But Lin Xiaoman had already quietly put the luggage she had secretly packed back piece by piece.

She never brought up the matter of going abroad to accompany him for treatment again, as if she had never had that thought before.

However, one afternoon, she lay on Lu Tingzhao's lap, looked up at him, and made another request with bright, sparkling eyes:

"Chairman, how about we... have a proper date, like any other couple?"

Not at the manor, nor at the medical center.

Putting aside their identities, they simply spent their time together like an ordinary couple.

Even if it was just once, Lin Xiaoman felt she had no regrets.

Considering his current situation, Lin Xiaoman couldn't really let him experience those "down-to-earth" activities with her, so the two ultimately decided to go to a classical music concert.

Lin Xiaoman was initially in high spirits. She changed into a proper dress and even practiced her dignified expression of "appreciating high art" in front of the mirror before going out.

However, as the melodious yet lengthy music flowed through the dimly lit audience seats, for Lin Xiaoman, who was used to lively and vibrant rhythms, this extreme "quiet" and "elegance" gradually became somewhat... difficult to digest.

She silently made a self-assessment in her mind: "A wild boar can't eat fine chaff."

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and her consciousness gradually blurred. She didn't know when, but her head tilted and gently rested on Lu Tingzhao's shoulder, her breathing becoming even and long.

Lu Tingzhao was focused on using his hearing to capture every subtle change in the melody on stage when the weight that suddenly fell on his shoulders startled him slightly.

Then, he smiled silently, turned his head to feel the soft touch of her hair and her warm breath. Instead of waking her, he adjusted his posture to make her more comfortable.

For the remaining hour or so, he listened to the entire performance alone in the dark, his left shoulder bearing her weight without moving an inch.

Even as thunderous applause erupted, the audience gradually left, the lights came on one by one, and the crowd around her thinned out until the place was empty, Lin Xiaoman was still sleeping soundly.

Nearly half an hour later, she slowly woke up, rubbing her eyes groggily. She realized that she was still leaning on Lu Tingzhao's shoulder, and that the huge concert hall was now empty except for the two of them!

"oops!"

She instantly snapped out of her daze, feeling both ashamed and anxious.

"Lu Tingzhao! Why didn't you wake me up?!"

Her tone remained unreasonable, but her hands had already reached behind him and started massaging his obviously stiff shoulders and neck.

Lu Tingzhao let her do as she pleased, his smile deepening. Maintaining one posture for too long had indeed made his shoulders ache terribly.

Hand in hand, the two slowly walked out of the quiet performance hall. The corridor lights were dim, the carpet was soft, and the sound of their footsteps was completely absorbed; the world was so quiet that it seemed as if only they remained.

At an inconspicuous corner, Lin Xiao was surprised to see a familiar figure... Leng Feng.

She blurted out in surprise:

"Brother Leng!"

Leng Feng turned his head at the sound, his face, with its hard lines, was expressionless. His gaze first fell on her face, and then, very briefly, swept over her and Lu Tingzhao's tightly clasped hands.

In that instant, a fleeting, almost imperceptible glint seemed to cross his eyes, like a belated realization.

Lin Xiaoman didn't notice this subtle change; she simply shook Lu Tingzhao's arm happily, her voice still cheerful:

"Chairman, it's Brother Leng! What a coincidence!"

However, Lu Tingzhao, who was being led by her, and Leng Feng, who was standing a few steps away, reacted in a surprisingly similar way... Neither of them said a word, and their faces were expressionless.

A sense of stagnation and confrontation permeated the air.

Lin Xiaoman's smile gradually froze, and a strange unease and doubt rose in her heart. What's going on with these two?

Just then, Leng Feng broke the silence, his voice as calm and indifferent as ever:

"Xiaoman, please go out for a moment."

He paused, his gaze falling on Lu Tingzhao.

"I need to speak with the chairman; there's something I need to discuss."

The air froze in an instant.

The color drained from Lin Xiaoman's face instantly. Leng Feng's tone was too calm, too calm for the pleasantries of a long-awaited reunion. And the way he looked at Lu Tingzhao, though still devoid of emotion, sent a chill down Lin Xiaoman's spine.

"Brother Leng, what...can't you talk about this here?"

She instinctively took half a step forward, using her body to slightly shield Lu Tingzhao's side and front, her voice tense with nervousness.

"Brother Leng, the chairman didn't mean to fire you..."

"Xiaoman" (Grain Buds).

Leng Feng interrupted her, but his voice remained silent.

"You can go out now."