The blind boss's nanny

Sitting comfortably in the back seat, Ye Qiyun had already composed herself. She was ready to pull the arrogant little nanny out of the trunk as soon as the car stopped, give her a good "lesson," and make her take the money and disappear forever.

The car had just entered the edge of the city when it slowly came to a stop at a red light.

Ye Qiyun gestured to the driver:

"Pull over and open the trunk."

The driver stopped the car as instructed and pressed the trunk release.

A soft "click" sounded.

Ye Qiyun straightened her clothes, put on her sunglasses, and gracefully got out of the car, ready to receive a "victor's speech".

however--

As soon as Lin Xiaoman got out of the car, before Ye Qiyun could even start her sarcastic remarks, Lin Xiaoman took off running and disappeared right in front of her.

Ten minutes later, Lin Xiaoman was holding her knees, panting heavily.

The evening breeze of early spring, carrying the fragrance of plants, brushed against my cheeks, while in the distance came the laughter of children and the music of square dancing. Noisy and bustling, yet full of vibrant...the warmth of everyday life.

She straightened up, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

This feeling... is just amazing!

Before Ye Qiyun even got home, she was summoned back to the manor by a series of urgent phone calls. Aunt Mei's tone on the other end of the line was very serious and urgent, which made Ye Qiyun feel inexplicably panicked.

When she rushed back to the main house and entered the study, she was so shocked by the sight before her that she stopped in her tracks.

Lu Tingzhao stood with his back to the door in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The low-pressure chill emanating from him caused the room temperature to drop several degrees. Several documents were scattered on the floor, and an expensive fountain pen was thrown onto the thick carpet.

Hearing footsteps, Lu Tingzhao slowly turned around. His face was expressionless, but his taut jawline, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and the anger emanating from him made Ye Qiyun's heart tremble.

She had never seen her son so...enraged. Even when he lost his sight in the car accident or later faced a power struggle at the board meeting, he had always remained calm and composed.

"Tingzhao, you..."

Ye Qiyun spoke subconsciously, but her voice involuntarily carried a hint of timidity.

Lu Tingzhao interrupted her directly, his voice not loud:

"Over the years, I've been mindful of your and my uncle's support for me in the company, allowing your family to live a life of luxury and comfort. I've never lacked anything Xingyuan and the others wanted. I thought that at least I could get some superficial peace in return."

He paused, turned his head slightly to look at Ye Qiyun, and his tone suddenly turned stern:

"Is this how you repay me?"

Ye Qiyun was taken aback by his question, and then the grievances and anger in her heart surged up again. It was just a matter of sending away an ungrateful nanny; was it really worth him making such a fuss and speaking so harshly to her, his mother?

"She's just a nanny!"

She raised her voice, her tone filled with dissatisfaction and anger.

"She's gone, so be it. There are plenty of nannies in the world! Why are you so angry with your own mother over a stranger like her?!"

"outsider?"

Lu Tingzhao let out a cold sneer.

"I haven't settled accounts with you yet for the time when you almost froze her to death in the dead of winter."

His voice grew deeper and deeper.

"So you're the one who dares to question me so righteously?"

He took a small half-step forward:

"Ye Qiyun, tell me—"

"Who do you think you are to touch my people?"

The last few words were pronounced very heavily.

Ye Qiyun was utterly enraged and terrified by the coldness in his eyes and the ruthlessness in his words. She abruptly stood up from the sofa, her finger trembling as she pointed at Lu Tingzhao, her voice shrill:

"Just because I'm your mother! Because I gave birth to you! I have the right to control these scheming people around you!"

Lu Tingzhao looked at her quietly, his face expressionless, with only a faint sneer emanating from his breath.

"mom?"

He repeated the word slowly, his tone flat.

"You still remember you're my mom?"

His voice was still not loud, but it was like a thin blade tempered with ice, gently slicing through the air:

"When your uncle was alive, did you even have me in your heart? Now that he's dead, you have nowhere to go, and suddenly you remember... you still have a son to rely on?"

"..."

The study was deathly silent.

Ye Qiyun's hand, which was pointing at him, froze in mid-air. All the anger on her face faded, leaving only a deathly paleness from having her secret exposed and an incredulous astonishment.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word; only tears rolled down her cheeks without warning.

Lu Tingzhao had already turned around, facing the twilight outside the window again, his back straight, aloof and indifferent.

Ye Qiyun seemed to have all her strength drained away. She staggered and collapsed weakly onto the carpet, her carefully styled hair falling loose in a few strands, making her look somewhat disheveled.

Years of pent-up grievances and forbearance, along with a past she thought had long since decayed with time, finally broke through her defenses under her son's questioning and disdain, spilling out bit by bit from her trembling lips:

"The way you are..."

She raised her tear-blurred face, looking at Lu Tingzhao's straight, indifferent back, her voice choked and broken.

"You look exactly like your father, Lu Xing..."

Lu Tingzhao's back stiffened slightly, and then he impatiently interrupted her:

"Don't mention my dad to me."

He turned slightly to the side, his gaze falling on Ye Qiyun.

"Who gives you the right to mention him?"

A woman who, when her husband was seriously ill and bedridden and in need of care and support the most, did not fulfill her duties as a wife for a single day, but instead had an affair with her husband's younger brother... In his heart, she was no longer worthy to mention her father's name.

Ye Qiyun trembled, stung by the contempt and condemnation in his words, and her tears flowed even more fiercely. Those past events she thought she had long since digested, those scabbed wounds buried deep in her heart that she refused to face, were now being torn open, bloodily, under the cold judgment of her own son.

She took a deep breath, using up all the oxygen in her chest to support her as she spoke. Her voice carried not only grievance but also a pent-up accusation that had been building up for years:

"It was your dad...he was the one who wronged me first!"

Lu Tingzhao frowned, and his suddenly sharp gaze made Ye Qiyun instinctively shrink back, her sobs choking for a moment.

Her eldest son is most like Lu Xing. He not only inherited Lu Xing's ruthless decisiveness and amazing talent in the business world, but also his inherent domineering nature, desire for control, and chilling aura when he turns cold.

Ye Qiyun steadied herself, or rather, the resentment stirred up by the past gave her courage, and she raised her voice:

"Back then... your uncle and I were truly in love; it was an arranged marriage by our families! It was your father, Lu Xing! He was after my family's background and me as a person. He disregarded my wishes, used my family's business to coerce my parents, and forced me to marry him!"