The blind boss's nanny

Lu Tingzhao chuckled very softly instead.

"Leng Feng, what do you think...?"

He asked slowly, his voice echoing in the empty factory.

"Today at the concert hall, did you spare my life because of her?"

Leng Feng's facial muscles twitched slightly.

You're wrong.

Lu Tingzhao leaned forward slightly; although his eyes were vacant, an invisible sense of oppression still enveloped him.

"Let me tell you, if she hadn't been standing there, blocking my way..."

He paused, letting the chill in his words permeate the air.

"From the moment you appeared there, from the moment you exuded the first trace of something you shouldn't have, my men will make you disappear."

"Leng Feng,"

Lu Tingzhao straightened up, his voice deep and cold as iron, and delivered his final verdict.

"Today, it's not your turn to give her face."

"It was her who saved your life."

Leng Feng felt a "boom" in his mind, and all his luck and calculations were instantly shattered.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his throat felt like it was blocked by something, unable to utter a single syllable.

Lu Tingzhao had already turned and left.

As he reached the door, the man paused slightly, without turning back, uttering only a cold sentence that echoed clearly back:

"Go back and tell Lu Tingshen."

"If he ever dares to set foot on this land again—"

Lu Tingzhao tilted his head slightly, and the lines of his profile looked as if they had been carved by a knife in the dim light.

"I'll make him disappear completely."

A chill ran down Leng Feng's spine. He knew Lu Tingzhao meant what he said. He also knew that Lu Tingshen... had no chance of ever returning.

Lu Tingshen's legs, which he himself had crippled, were destined to be confined to a wheelchair in a foreign country for the rest of his life.

This time, Lu Tingshen spent a lot of money to hire me to kill Lu Tingzhao, which is already a desperate gamble.

Now, the defeat is inevitable.

At the medical center, Dang Shen has completed all preliminary assessments and plan formulation. Visa and itinerary coordination are in the final stages, and departure is expected in a month.

That morning, Lu Tingzhao woke up earlier than usual.

As his consciousness slowly awoke from his deep sleep, the first thing he perceived was still that boundless darkness, completely isolating him from the light of the outside world.

Then, he heard even, shallow breathing beside him... Lin Xiaoman was still asleep.

Lu Tingzhao lay quietly, motionless, habitually using his other senses to perceive the world:

The faint scent of her hair on the pillow, the faint chirping of birds outside the window, and... an extremely subtle sense of unease.

It was as if something extremely subtle flickered briefly behind that pure black curtain.

He didn't pay attention, taking it as just a nervous throbbing in the middle of waking up.

Not long after, the breathing rhythm beside her changed. Lin Xiaoman woke up and quietly got up, moving very softly, probably thinking he was still asleep.

Lu Tingzhao kept his eyes closed, listening to her quietly getting out of bed, the faint sound of her bare feet on the carpet moving towards the window.

Then came the soft sound of the curtain track being pulled...

"Whoosh—"

The fresh morning air rushed into the room.

However, along with this sound came a perception that Lu Tingzhao had long forgotten!

It was neither a sound nor a smell.

Instead, it was a kind of... a bright light with a strong presence that forcefully pierced through his closed eyelids and struck his retina!

In that instant, the darkness before his eyes was torn apart by a silent thunderbolt!

Although the image wasn't clear, it was as if someone had suddenly turned on a powerful searchlight behind his eyelids, the intense white light instantly filling all his visual nerves!

A very low groan escaped Lu Tingzhao's throat. He turned his head to the other side, his tightly closed eyelids trembling slightly from the bright light. He instinctively wanted to avoid it.

The movement was so sudden that Lin Xiaoman, who was stretching by the window, was startled and quickly looked over:

"Chairman? You're awake? Did I disturb you by drawing the curtains?"

"……fine."

Lu Tingzhao heard his own voice, which was a little hoarse but still steady.

He forced himself to slowly turn his head back to face the window again... The bright white presence was still clear, but as his eyes adjusted, it seemed to become less aggressive and turned into a warm and vast halo.

"Xiaoman, how's the weather today?"

He asked the question as if it were unintentional.

"The weather is great!"

Lin Xiaoman, unsuspecting, immediately brightened her voice.

"The sky is as blue as if it had been washed clean, and all the leaves have turned green. It's so beautiful!"

She spoke as she walked towards him.

Lu Tingzhao's attention was entirely focused on the "light" in front of him. He could "sense" her shadow approaching, and the halo seemed to be partially obscured, with a subtle change in brightness.

He could even roughly determine her position and height.

This is not an illusion.

After he went blind, his perception of light and direction had long since deteriorated. That sudden movement just now was undoubtedly a signal from his optic nerve!

He took her hand and held it in his palm.

"Xiaoman, what time is it?"

"It's just past eight o'clock."

Lin Xiaoman let him hold her hand.

"It's still early. Would you like to sleep a little longer? Dr. Dang said you've been working hard with your treatment lately and need more rest."

"No."

Lu Tingzhao released her hand and propped himself up to sit up. His movements seemed no different from usual, but only he knew that with every turn and every gesture, he subconsciously began to "reference" the changes in the intensity of that halo.

He looked out the window... and in the center of that blazing halo, a brighter, more tangible white light surged in!

He immediately closed his eyes again, his heart pounding wildly.

It wasn't just a pure perception of light anymore. For a fleeting moment, he seemed to... see the blurry outline of a window? Or a brighter, rectangular patch of light?

"Chairman?"

Lin Xiaoman noticed his momentary stillness and was somewhat puzzled.

"Xiaoman, I'm a little thirsty."

"Oh, okay, I'll go get you some water!"

Lin Xiaoman immediately turned around and walked briskly towards the door.

As Lu Tingzhao listened to her footsteps, he also saw a relatively dark, blurry gray shadow moving away within the vast halo of light, before the halo regained its uniform brightness.

Is that her silhouette?

He sat alone on the edge of the bed, the warm morning sunlight enveloping him. Before him was no longer the deathly darkness, but a "presence" of light and shadow intertwined.

He slowly raised his hand to his eyes, and then moved it very slowly from side to side.

He focused all his attention on capturing the changes in that halo of light.

Yes... I think so?

When his hand moved to a certain position, a small, irregular shadow area seemed to appear in the uniform halo? The shadow moved with the movement of his hand?