The blind boss's nanny

Lin Xiaoman's heart pounded wildly. A terrifying thought uncontrollably surged into her mind: Leng Feng was here, blocking the deserted corner after the event... What did he want?!

She gripped Lu Tingzhao's hand tightly, feeling his fingers tighten slightly as well, but his expression remained calm as he simply faced Leng Feng.

"Leng Feng,"

Lu Tingzhao spoke, his voice steady.

"Just say what you have to say."

Leng Feng's gaze fell on Lin Xiaoman's small face, which was filled with fear, yet she still stubbornly stood in front of him.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, her eyes filled with wariness and determination. She was protecting Lu Tingzhao, using her frail body and seemingly harmless demeanor.

He had seen that look far too often, on the faces of the overconfident bodyguards of the mission targets, and in the eyes of the ants that were ultimately crushed.

Usually, such a look would only bother him, and he would get rid of it without hesitation.

But at this moment, looking into Lin Xiaoman's clear eyes, which were now filled only with fear... Leng Feng's heart felt as if it had been lightly but firmly struck by something.

During the stalemate, a very faint static noise came through Leng Feng's headphones, and a cold voice urged:

"Cold Front, the target is currently isolated and the environment is clean. Please carry out the cleanup immediately. 50% of the final payment has already been prepaid."

Clear. Final payment. A huge commission that would allow him to retire from crime and live a carefree life.

His fingertips twitched, and the miniature weapon pressed against the inside of his forearm could slide into his palm at any moment. In this environment, dealing with the blind Lu Tingzhao was as easy for him as breaking a tree branch.

It only takes a fraction of a second.

Lin Xiaoman finally sensed the killing intent. Her hair stood on end, and almost instinctively, she spread her arms wide, completely protecting Lu Tingzhao behind her.

Although this move seemed ridiculously futile in front of Leng Feng, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Leng Feng!"

Her voice trembled, yet was unusually sharp, as she stared intently at him.

"What do you think you're doing?! I won't allow you to touch the chairman!"

Lu Tingzhao was behind her and could clearly feel her body trembling, and he could also hear the courage in her voice.

He tightened his grip, trying to pull her behind him, but she blocked him even more forcefully.

Leng Feng watched the scene unfold before him. Lin Xiaoman trembled with fear, like a young beast driven to the brink of despair yet still baring its teeth at a tiger. Her eyes held the pain of a broken trust and a reckless willingness to protect.

He remembered the girl who secretly saved the best food for him and called him "Brother Leng" with a grin; he remembered how clumsily she tried to make Yuanbao happy...

The urging voice came through the earpiece again. The temptation of a huge sum of money was hard to resist.

Leng Feng's gaze moved from Lin Xiaoman's stubborn face to Lu Tingzhao, who stood silently but with his back straight behind her, and then slowly back to the light in her eyes that stung his heart.

Time was stretched out.

Finally, Leng Feng closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, the cold killing intent in them had faded, leaving only his usual indifference.

He raised his hand, pressed the earpiece, and disconnected the call. Then, under Lin Xiaoman's surprised and uncertain gaze, he slowly took half a step back.

This action signifies abandoning the offensive stance.

"Chairman,"

Leng Feng spoke, his voice still calm, but lacking the invisible pressure he once possessed.

"Someone offered a high price to buy your 'permanent place in the concert hall'."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Lin Xiaoman's instantly pale face.

"The commission is very high."

He stated the facts, then abruptly changed the subject, even taking a self-deprecating tone.

"But never mind."

He glanced at Lin Xiaoman one last time, his gaze complex and unreadable, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

"You may leave."

After saying that, he didn't linger. He turned around, and his tall, silent figure quickly disappeared into the shadows on the other side of the corridor, vanishing without a trace.

The empty corner was left with only the still-shaken Lin Xiaoman and the calm-faced Lu Tingzhao.

The last words, "But never mind," seemed to still echo in my ears.

Lin Xiaoman's legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand, but Lu Tingzhao steadied her. She looked up at him, her voice choked with the sobs of relief and lingering fear:

"He...was he just now...?"

"Um."

Lu Tingzhao pulled her into a tight embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice deep and resolute.

He gave up.

For what?

The answer seems self-evident.

Lu Tingzhao spoke into the walkie-talkie to the bodyguards lying in ambush around him:

"We can proceed."

Half an hour later, at an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.

Inside the empty, dilapidated workshop, the light was dim. Leng Feng, a master of martial arts, was now firmly restrained by several well-trained men in black. His joints were locked, all his weapons were removed, and he was completely unable to move.

The sound of steady footsteps approached from afar.

Leng Feng looked up and saw Lu Tingzhao, supported by Qin Xiu, walking towards him step by step. Although the man was blind, his steps were controlled, as if he were the only one in this dark space who could "see" everything.

A hint of surprise finally flashed across Leng Feng's eyes.

Since Lu Tingzhao was able to so quickly arrange for his men to capture him after he left the concert hall, it means...

The moment he appeared around the corner, even the instant his murderous intent surged, Lu Tingzhao's men had already locked onto him from the shadows!

He didn't bring Lin Xiaoman into danger without any precautions. Although he seemed to be alone, an invisible net was actually lurking around him.

Only now did Leng Feng fully understand.

Lu Tingzhao stopped in front of him, facing the position where he was being suppressed, his face expressionless, his voice flat:

"Did Lu Tingshen send you?"

These words caused Leng Feng's pupils to shrink instantly!

Before he could even speak or reveal a single word, Lu Tingzhao had already accurately identified the mastermind behind it all.

"The expiration of the security contract was just a normal procedure."

Lu Tingzhao continued, his voice icy cold.

"It's not that I didn't consider renewing your contract. Until... New Year's Eve."

He paused.

"You revealed your true colors in front of Xingyuan and the others."

What did he reveal? He revealed the overly skilled rhythm and precision with which his hands, which should only be used for gripping guns and fighting, shook the dice cup.

Those are the marks of a gambler, ingrained over time.

A person driven by gambling addiction. Lu Tingzhao would never keep such a person by his side, especially not so close to Lin Xiaoman.

Leng Feng's jawline was taut. And that was indeed the case.

After leaving his high-paying and stable job at Lu's company, Lu Tingshen quickly approached him, offering him a huge sum of money—enough to make him live comfortably for the rest of his life—to buy him a "clean and efficient" operation.

He was like a rootless duckweed, drifting from one place to another for profit, and this time, the price was tempting enough.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he gave a resigned smirk.

"I've really messed up this time. Chairman, what are your plans for dealing with me?"