The blind boss's nanny

Lu Tingzhao's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

Ye Qiyun seemed to have found an outlet, her voice growing increasingly agitated, filled with years of pent-up resentment:

"He married me, but he doesn't treat me like a human being at all! He doesn't respect my thoughts or care about my feelings! I was less than two months old after giving birth to you... my body hadn't even recovered yet, and he... he forced me to have sex!"

Ye Qiyun's voice trembled slightly with shame and anger, yet she still roared out the truth she had kept hidden for years:

"Tingzhou... Lu Tingzhou! That's how he got here! He's proof that your father disrespects me!"

"..."

The air in the study felt even more stagnant.

Lu Tingzhao froze on the spot, a crack appearing on his usually calm face. Despite his best efforts to control himself, his slightly dilated pupils and tightly pursed lips betrayed his inner surprise.

He and Lu Tingzhou... are indeed only one year apart in age.

No one had ever thought about this matter in detail before, or rather, in an environment like the Lu family's, some things were intentionally or unintentionally overlooked.

Only Ye Qiyun kept this matter buried in her heart for decades, alone, chewing on that pain and resentment.

Only she knew how Lu Xing had used his power and interests to crush her original life trajectory, and how, even when she was at her weakest, he still only regarded her as a tool to vent his desires and consolidate his marriage alliance, without any respect or pity.

Sometimes she even wondered if the unbridgeable gap and coldness between herself and her second son, Lu Tingzhou, was sown with the seeds of hatred from the moment he was born.

Ye Qiyun could say she had never loved Lu Xing. And she believed that Lu Xing had never loved her either.

How can loving someone be like that? Full of coercion, ignoring her wishes, only knowing how to possess and demand?

"Tingzhao, your uncle and I... are truly in love! It was your father who forcibly separated us!"

Ye Qiyun's voice was filled with reminiscence of the past and resentment over her ruined life.

"Your uncle is the one who truly cares about me and respects my feelings! Back then, he thought I was too old and the risks of childbirth were too high, so he didn't want me to have any more children... It was I who insisted on having Xingyuan and Xingqi despite his objections..."

She paused, and through her teary eyes, she saw Lu Shenwen's gentle and forgiving face:

"Even the children's names, your uncle insisted on not using the 'Ting' character from the Lu family name... He never intended for them to compete with you for anything; this was something he promised me from the beginning..."

When Lu Shen was mentioned, Ye Qiyun couldn't stop her tears, her eyes filled with genuine longing and sorrow.

The man who truly gave her warmth and respect has left forever.

Lu Tingzhao raised his hand and pressed his temples wearily. These old stories, these twisted emotional entanglements of his parents' generation, made him feel physically uncomfortable.

"alright,"

His voice was low and interrupted.

"Even if what you say is true, you don't need to come all the way to me to list all the faults of my biological father."

He paused, a hint of sarcasm in his tone:

"As a mother, how can you emphasize to me that you and another man are your 'true love'?"

To accuse one's biological father in front of his son and to try so hard to beautify one's relationship with one's uncle... Few people can accept the ethical misunderstanding and emotional shock involved.

Looking at her son's cold and distant eyes, Ye Qiyun had already expected this to happen.

She understood certain things about the Lu family all too well.

I know you won't understand me.

She wiped away her tears, her voice cold.

"Because deep down, you're just like your father."

Lu Tingzhao did not deny it, and didn't even raise an eyebrow.

For him, the nature of men inherently contains the desire to conquer and possess, especially for the strong who win in the struggle for resources and power. It is almost inevitable that they will carry this desire through to the end.

The only difference is the level of skill used and the bottom line drawn.

Looking at his acquiescent attitude, Ye Qiyun suddenly let out a cold laugh, a laugh filled with insight and sorrow.

"Are you... still subconsciously making excuses for your father?"

She stared intently at him, as if trying to see through his calm eyelids into the depths of his heart.

"I wonder if he did that... because he 'loves' me? Just in the wrong way?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Tingzhao's body stiffened slightly.

Just now... a similar thought did flash through his mind. From childhood to adulthood, according to his memories and the accounts of others, his father, Lu Xing, was impeccable in his treatment of his mother, at least in terms of material support and outward appearances.

Living a life of luxury, enjoying endless splendor, and having everything one desires—can't this be considered a form of…attention or love?

However, Ye Qiyun's next words completely shattered his hopes.

"You think...?"

Ye Qiyun's voice suddenly became sharp and shrill.

"Did your father, Lu Xing, only treat me this way?"

She leaned forward, and although she was sitting on the ground, her gaze was like a hook, gripping Lu Tingzhao tightly.

"Every woman he's ever set his sights on...every single one of them is like that!"

"They seize things by force, money, threats, and all sorts of other means! Once they're tired of them, or a new target comes along, they discard them without a second thought!"

"Me? I'm only able to stay in the position of Mrs. Lu because my family background is somewhat useful, and I just happened to give birth to you, the heir. I'm just a little bit 'luckier' than other women!"

"like?"

She burst into laughter, but the sound of her laughter was more unbearable than her crying.

"The word 'Lu Xing' doesn't even exist in his dictionary! He only cares about possession and control! To him, I and those women are just trophies, decorations, tools to satisfy his perverse desire for control!"

After he finished speaking, the study fell into a deathly silence.

Ye Qiyun collapsed to the ground, her screams having exhausted all her strength, leaving only heavy breathing.

Lu Tingzhao stood motionless. The last rays of sunlight sank below the horizon, and darkness enveloped him, shrouding his tall figure in shadow, obscuring his expression.

Ye Qiyun collapsed to the ground, tears still wet on her face, her chest heaving as she waited.

She thought that after revealing such a shameful truth, her son would at least say something... even just a little comfort between mother and son, considering her current miserable state.

However, after a long silence, Lu Tingzhao spoke, uttering only a question completely unrelated to the accusation he had just made:

"Where did she get off the bus?"