The blind boss's nanny

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Lu Tingzhao's voice rang out again, cutting straight to the heart of the matter:

"Xiaoman, why did you turn off your phone?"

Lin Xiaoman pursed her lips. To be honest:

"I'm worried... that if I installed a GPS tracker on my phone, Ah Zhe can find me anytime."

Of course, this is just one of the reasons.

As for the other reason, she chose to keep it to herself and didn't want to tell him.

However, Lu Tingzhao's next words directly revealed the other half of her unspoken thoughts.

"I thought,"

His voice came through the electricity, steady yet insightful.

"You're hiding from harassment by your biological parents and the Zhuang family."

Lin Xiaoman was taken aback. Since she had been correctly guessed, she didn't bother to hide it anymore and simply admitted it:

"Yes."

Immediately afterwards, Lu Tingzhao asked in a consultative tone:

"Xiaoman, how do you want me to resolve this? I can make them stop bothering you."

Although his tone of consultation was completely different from his usual domineering style, it still made alarm bells go off in Lin Xiaoman's mind!

"Lu Tingzhao!"

She subconsciously raised her voice, her tone urgent.

"You can't give them money! Not a single penny! I don't want you wasting your money on people like that! It will only fuel their greed and make them think I'm a cash cow they can shake anytime!"

She took a breath, her voice filled with stubbornness:

"I can handle my own problems. I don't need you to 'solve' them for me this way."

Especially after things had become like this between them.

Lu Tingzhao remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:

"……good."

Lin Xiaoman's finger hovered above the hang-up button, about to press it hard, when the man's deep voice came through the receiver again.

Lu Tingzhao's voice had lost all its sharp edges, becoming extremely gentle:

"Xiaoman, I'm in the suite on the top floor."

He paused for a second:

"I'll keep the door open for you 24/7... I want to see you."

Lin Xiaoman's breath hitched, her throat tightening from the invisible threads of those words. The slight grip on her phone betrayed her inner tension.

There was a suffocating silence on the other end of the phone, with only the faint static and the barely audible breathing of the other person.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally managed to squeeze out a few words, her voice hoarse:

"I don't want to do it."

On the other end of the phone, Lu Tingzhao visibly paused. After a moment of silence, his voice rang out again, deeper and lower than before:

"...You don't have to do it."

He reiterated the invitation in a softened tone:

"Xiaoman, I'm waiting for you."

After saying that, the phone was gently hung up, leaving only the hollow ringing of the busy tone in my ears.

Lin Xiaoman slowly put down the phone. Lu Tingzhao's last words, "I'll wait for you," didn't sound like a command as usual. The man who was used to controlling everything had now placed her in a position of awaiting judgment in this way.

What is he planning to do now?

Her chest heaved a few times, whether from anger, excitement, or something else entirely.

The next second, she grabbed the backpack on the table, roughly opened the door, and walked into the empty hotel corridor.

The elevator lobby was lit by cold, white light. She stood in front of the gleaming metal doors, watching the floor numbers flashing on the panel.

The upward arrow is lit, and the top button seems to radiate a scorching heat. The downward button, on the other hand, remains quietly below.

Her fingertips hovered in the air, hesitating for only a second, or perhaps less than a second.

Then, she pressed the down button forcefully.

She changed hotels overnight.

The next day, Lin Xiaoman contacted Dang Shen. After discussing it for a long time, the two decided to go all out and put on a "big show".

Lin Xiaoman knew that she could only hide from the beginning of the month, not the end. Zhuang Guangyao and his gang were like leeches; if they weren't dealt with thoroughly, the consequences would be endless.

The "stage" was set up in a private room of a coffee shop near the hotel.

When the two groups of "relatives" with ulterior motives gathered again, they saw Lin Xiaoman with a pale face, being helped to sit down by Dang Shen, looking frail and weak.

Before they could even begin their tearful family drama, Lin Xiaoman preemptively dropped a bombshell:

"Dad, Mom...you've come at the right time. Actually, my health hasn't been very good these past few years...my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, not many of them are healthy anymore, and I might...have to have them all replaced."

She raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping eagerly over her stunned biological parents and adoptive parents:

"You keep saying you love me and want to make it up to me, now's your chance. If you truly care about your daughter, can one representative from each family send an organ transplant to me?"

The words had barely left his lips when the private room fell into a deathly silence. The two families, who had just been vying to claim their daughter, now stared at each other, their eyes darting around, as if they wanted to scream "Don't choose me!"

The urgent feeling of "blood is thicker than water" that I had just felt vanished without a trace.

Some, quick-witted and suspicious, stammered and questioned:

"Really? What kind of illness is so serious? Where are the test results?"

The medical expert, Dang Can, who had been waiting nearby, immediately put on a serious expression and launched into a string of professional terms, such as "rare multi-system failure," "risk of immune rejection," and "genetic defects." The audience was completely confused, but he put on a very authoritative air and successfully quelled the doubts.

The two families hesitated and changed the subject, refusing to address the topic of "organ donation."

Lin Xiaoman sneered inwardly, but appeared even more "weak" on the surface, slowly dropping the second bombshell:

"Even if... even if the surgery is successful, I'll have to take medication for life and need someone to take care of me constantly. That prize money... probably won't be enough to cover all the work for a few years."

Codonopsis pilosula immediately followed suit, delivering the final blow in a somber tone:

"Yes, the anti-rejection drugs that Xiaoman needs after surgery are mostly imported special drugs, which are expensive and basically not covered by medical insurance."

This time, we've hit these people where it hurts!

The parents, who had just been so affectionate, suddenly changed their expressions, their calculating eyes replaced by terror. They didn't even bother to continue their act of loving their daughter, and all made excuses to get up.

"Oh dear, I suddenly remembered there's soup simmering on the stove at home!"

"I have something urgent to attend to, I need to get back right away!"

"This...this illness is too complicated, we need to go back and discuss it..."

In the blink of an eye, everyone had left, muttering curses under their breath as they went, probably complaining about "wasting all their time" and "turns out he's a sickly person with a burden on his family."

Looking at the suddenly quiet private room, Lin Xiaoman let out a long sigh of relief. Her shoulders, which had been tense, relaxed, and a truly relaxed smile appeared on her face—the first one she had shown in days. She winked at Dang Shen:

"Perfect coordination, Dr. Dang!"