The blind boss's nanny

She deliberately left the door ajar when she closed it... just in case the chairman changed his mind.

Hearing the rustling sounds outside the door, Lu Tingzhao suddenly spoke:

"close the door."

"Click."

The door was closed completely.

Lin Xiaoman was stunned. She hadn't even noticed before that this place was all smart home technology!

Thinking about all these past few days, how she'd been fumbling around like an idiot trying to figure out what to do, while someone just listened to her stumble and struggle without ever offering a word of advice...

Petty!

The next morning, she got up early on purpose and called out clearly and distinctly towards the direction of the curtains:

Open all the curtains!

No response.

"Pull back the blackout curtains!"

A silence.

"Open the windows for ventilation!"

Lu Tingzhao's languid voice came from behind:

"I'm not awake yet."

"Chairman!"

Lin Xiannu turned around excitedly.

"Your smart home system is broken! I called it just now and it didn't respond!"

The man lay on his side on the large bed, his robe loosely tied.

"It can only recognize my voiceprint."

Lin Xiaoman nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

This man is really domineering and forceful; you have to listen to him even when it comes to things.

Just then, Leng Feng's deep warning and the alarm from the gate's intelligent system sounded simultaneously.

A stranger was trying to enter through the door.

A few seconds later, Aunt May's voice came through the walkie-talkie:

"Lin Xiaoman, Miss Wenya is here to visit."

"Who is Miss Wenya?"

"The chairman's fiancée."

Lu Tingzhao smiled slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Lin Xiaoman immediately became excited and rushed towards the wardrobe:

"Chairman, would it be alright if we wore these grey suits today?"

She struggled to take out the perfectly pressed Zegna custom-made suit.

"What's the reason?"

The man stood still.

Don't you understand? Of course it's a peacock spreading its tail feathers!

Lin Xiaoman was anxiously jumping up and down inside, but her hands deftly helped him tie his tie.

When her fingertips touched his Adam's apple, she suddenly realized... this was the first time she had ever tied a tie for a man.

"So cool!"

She took two steps back and exclaimed in exaggerated admiration.

"This suit is like it was tailor-made for you! It fits perfectly in every way..."

Her fingertips danced nimbly across his neck.

"Chairman, you're the most handsome man I've ever seen in a suit!"

Lu Tingzhao tacitly approved of her clumsy manipulation.

Perhaps subconsciously, he also refused to let his old acquaintances see his down-and-out state.

He certainly didn't take those exaggerated compliments seriously, nor did he tell her that all his clothes were custom-made.

When Lin Xiaoman helped Lu Tingzhao downstairs, Aunt Mei naturally took her place:

"Lin Xiaoman, go and do other things. I'll take care of things here."

Aunt Mei didn't say why, and Lin Xiaoman didn't ask either.

She obediently retreated to the corner of the corridor, pretending to study while holding her tablet, but her eyes kept glancing towards the garden.

At the open-air tea house, Lu Tingzhao was chatting and laughing with the visiting men and women.

"It seems the chairman is very happy to see his old friend."

Lin Xiaoman put on the headphones with peace of mind.

"Today's KPI achieved!"

She didn't see Wen Zhe's hesitant expression, nor did she notice Lu Tingzhao's fingers, which were still tightly gripping the armrest.

Wenya wore an elegant Chanel suit, but she had lost her usual composure.

She sat stiffly on the edge of the wicker chair, her head bowed as she fidgeted with her fingers the entire time.

But she would still steal glances at Lu Tingzhao's unfocused eyes from time to time, before quickly looking down at her teacup.

Lu Tingzhao's elder brother, Wen Zhe, who accompanied him, was a longtime friend of Lu Tingzhao, and he also looked embarrassed.

"Ting Zhao,"

Wen Zhe was the first to break the silence.

"I heard you've been resting and recuperating lately... so we haven't dared to disturb you."

Lu Tingzhao smiled and said:

"It's alright. I'm glad you came."

Sunlight streamed through the wisteria trellis, casting shadows on his shoulders.

He wasn't oblivious to the awkward atmosphere, but since he couldn't see anything at the moment, Lu Tingzhao simply pretended not to know.

His unfocused gaze fell upon Wenya, his tone calm:

"Aya, are you here today... to sign a prenuptial agreement?"

Wenya suddenly looked up, her whole body trembling, and looked to her brother for help.

With their wedding date set for three months from now, it's perfectly reasonable to discuss an agreement at this point.

But to the other two, each with their own agendas, it sounded like a sharp probing.

Wen Ya's face had turned pale with fright. Unconsciously, she stared into Lu Tingzhao's eyes, which had once captivated her.

Now, like obsidian covered in dust, it clearly reflects no image, yet seems to pierce through all her cowardly thoughts.

He did it on purpose.

Knowing full well that she was already considering quitting, he still forced her to admit it herself.

Even as this man descended into darkness, he retained the keenness and...cruelty of a hunter.

She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, the tactful words she had rehearsed countless times stuck in her throat.

Her upbringing made it impossible for her to say, "I don't want to marry a blind man," as that would contradict her gentle and kind personality.

Even though this idea has already taken root in my mind.

If he had any sense, Lu Tingzhao should have taken the initiative to break off the engagement now, shouldn't he?

Even if he were incredibly wealthy, how could a blind man like him be worthy of a normal person like her?

Fortunately, my brother was there.

Wen Zhe received his sister's pleading look and took a deep breath:

"Tingzhao, about this matter..."

Lu Tingzhao gracefully set down the tea set and slightly turned his head:

"What? Do the terms of the agreement need to be modified?"

Sunlight fell on his smiling lips, but couldn't penetrate his empty eyes.

"Ting Zhao,"

Wen Zhe spoke with difficulty.

"Actually, we came here today... to talk about the engagement."

Lu Tingzhao's fingers tightened slightly on the armrest, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Oh?"

"Xiaoya, she..."

Wen Zhe glanced at his sister's pale face.

"Your wedding is approaching, but she's not mentally prepared yet..."

Lu Tingzhao wanted to laugh to himself.

During the two years of their engagement, the Wen family never raised any objections to the wedding date. Three months ago, when Lu's company went public on the US stock market, they even hinted that the two should get married as soon as possible.

But at this very moment, she said she wasn't mentally prepared.

The reason is obvious to anyone with eyes to see.

They just want to maintain a semblance of respectability.

Lu Tingzhao's face still held a gentle smile:

"But right now, I really want to settle down."

Her gentle lower lip was bitten with deep teeth marks, yet she still lowered her eyes and remained silent.

The atmosphere became even more awkward.

Wen Zhe had no choice but to take the initiative to ease the tension.

"Tingzhao, I brought some photos of us from before today."

Wen Zhe opened the photo album he carried with him; it had been sent by the club.

Another world is sealed within the gold-embossed photo album:

Helicopter skiing in Alaska, wingsuit flying in Switzerland, deep-sea photography in Monterey.

These seemingly exciting forms of entertainment are actually a form of social currency unique to the elite circles of the wealthy.

But the entertainment of the wealthy is not entirely for entertainment purposes.

At least Lu Tingzhao wasn't.

Skiing side-by-side on the slopes can lead to cross-border mergers and acquisitions, while gatherings on yachts can result in mining acquisitions.

These seemingly thrilling adventures are nothing more than another form of business negotiation.

Lu Tingzhao will always be the most dazzling among them.