The blind boss's nanny

Qin Xiu lowered his eyes, staring at the grain of the wood on the table.

Lu Tingzhou then raised a second, even more perplexing point of contention, his tone dripping with sarcasm:

"What's even more ridiculous is that during the time my older brother was blind! Qin Xiu, you had plenty of opportunities! He was at his most vulnerable then, and there were undercurrents within the group! If you wanted to bring down the Lu family, or even do something to him personally, it would have been incredibly easy! But what the hell were you doing?"

Lu Tingzhou's voice rose, carrying an unbelievable sense of absurdity:

"You stayed by his side like the most loyal dog! You took care of everything, big and small, even better than a nanny! You helped him stabilize the group, assisted me and Tingxi, and even..."

He paused, recalling Qin Xiu's meticulous care during the time before Lin Xiaoman appeared, and his tone became even more complicated.

"He even took care of his daily needs! Qin Xiu, tell me, would a murderer who's plotting revenge do this?! What kind of act are you putting on? A self-inflicted injury ploy? Or are you fucking schizophrenic?!"

They tried to use these questions to open Qin Xiu's tightly closed heart and peek into the more complex truth inside.

It is true that a hitman was hired.

But the subsequent displays of "loyalty" were also true.

These two are like fire and water, incompatible under a simple "Avenger" persona.

Qin Xiu remained silent, but perhaps upon hearing Lu Tingxi's name, his taut jawline and slightly heaving chest betrayed that his inner state was far from calm.

He was trapped in the web he had woven himself, and the Lu brothers were tightening the net little by little, forcing him to make a real confession.

Just as Qin Xiu's lips moved slightly, as if he was about to respond,

"Bang!"

The heavy solid wood door to the study was suddenly pushed open from the outside! The force was so great that the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Everyone turned around in astonishment, only to see Lu Tingxi rush in like a small whirlwind! Her face was deathly pale, but her eyes were frighteningly bright. Her hair was a little messy, and there were fresh scratches and bloodstains on the back of her hands.

Everyone's expression changed, and they hadn't even realized what she was going to do... until she pulled out a fruit knife from behind her back with lightning speed!

In the blink of an eye, amidst Lu Tingzhao's fierce shout of "Tingxi!" and Lu Tingzhou's exclamation of "Holy crap!", Lu Tingxi, disregarding everything else, plunged the knife tip toward Qin Xiu's chest...

Qin Xiu's expression changed when he saw Lu Tingxi rush in. His previous deathly silence and numbness instantly turned into astonishment, tension, and... worry.

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, the fruit knife in Lu Tingxi's hand finally pierced Qin Xiu's chest.

He didn't dodge! He just tensed up even more and took the hit head-on.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden "assassination".

But Qin Xiu's first reaction wasn't to check his own wound. He immediately grabbed Lu Tingxi's wrist, which was gripping the knife hilt, and his voice was low and urgent, full of concern:

"Tingxi! Your hand... how did it get injured too?! How did you get that?!"

Everyone: "...???"

You've got a knife stuck in your chest! Can't you worry about yourself first?!

This plot twist has left everyone completely bewildered.

Lu Tingxi froze on the spot!

Her hand gripping the knife hilt trembled, her eyes wide open, filled with disbelief and bewildered disorientation.

After a brief silence, she let out a desperate scream:

"Qin Xiu! Why didn't you dodge?! Are you crazy?! You—!"

Her tears welled up without warning, filled with confusion and panic.

"At a time like this! You still have time to care about this?! Are you out of your mind??"

What she shouted was less of a question and more of a helpless cry after her defenses had been completely broken.

She would rather he question her, scold her, or retaliate against her than look at her with that concerned gaze at a time like this!

Qin Xiu was slightly startled by her shout. The sharp pain in his chest made him frown. He finally felt his breathing become rapid and difficult, and more blood seeped from between his fingers that were covering his wound.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the pain and dizziness from blood loss prevented him from making a complete sound.

But his eyes never left Lu Tingxi's face. In his gaze, there was only unfathomable tenderness, and a trace of emotion that seemed both relief and longing.

He gazed at her quietly, at the girl he had cherished so carefully for so long. His eyes were clear and focused.

Everyone present could see clearly that Qin Xiu's eyes contained no blame, no resentment or scheming that Lu Tingxi had anticipated, no gloom after being exposed, and little fear of his own situation.

Only that love, stubbornly clinging to its limits, remained. That love was heavy, impossible to fake, and almost overwhelmed Lu Tingxi.

Under his gaze, Lu Tingxi felt his hand holding the knife lose all strength, and his heart, frozen by anger and betrayal, was burned with a huge hole by that gentle gaze.

Just then, Lu Xingyuan arrived at the door, panting, patting his chest to catch his breath while shouting loudly:

"Sister! What were you doing in the kitchen just now? I asked you but you wouldn't tell me... Hey? Why aren't you guys saying anything?"

When he finally saw the "spectacle" in the conference room—Lu Tingxi was holding a knife hilt, the knife was stuck in Qin Xiu's chest, both of their hands were covered in blood, and a small puddle of suspicious red liquid had already dripped onto the floor…

Lu Xingyuan's eyes widened instantly, and his mouth formed an "O". He blinked, then blinked again, as if to confirm that this wasn't some realistic role-playing game.

Then.....

"Well……"

He let out a short, sharp sound, swayed, rolled his eyes, and fell straight backward.

That's good now.

The meeting room became even more lively.

Blood was still seeping from Qin Xiu's chest, and blood was also oozing from the scratches on Lu Tingxi's hands. Their blood mingled together on the hilts of their knives and wrists, making them indistinguishable from one another.

On the ground, Lu Xingyuan, who was fainting from blood, lay unconscious in the middle.

Lu Tingzhou raised his hand to his forehead, feeling his temples throbbing wildly.

All he wanted to ask was: What on earth is going on?!

After the initial shock, Lu Tingzhao's gaze quickly swept over the bleeding on Qin Xiu's chest, and a deep thought flashed through the cold depths of his eyes.