The blind boss's nanny

But his height of 1.9 meters and his agile physique startled the thief, who hesitated noticeably as he weighed the knife in his hand.

It's a cold front.

He took two steps forward, his gaze calmly sweeping over the switchblade before looking at the thief's face.

A silent pressure spread.

The thief quickly put away his knife, pulled out the stack of banknotes he had just stolen from his pocket, and then squeezed through the gap beside Leng Feng, disappearing at the other end of the alley.

The crisis is over.

Holding the money she had recovered, Lin Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Leng Feng with a mixture of surprise and confusion:

"Brother Leng?! What are you doing here? What a coincidence!"

Leng Feng walked up to her, looked down at her, and wore his usual wild and cheerful smile:

"It's not a coincidence. Next time you share beautiful scenery and delicious food on your WeChat Moments, remember not to include specific location tags. The world is both big and small; it's not too difficult for someone with a keen eye to find you."

Lin Xiaoman then realized what was happening and touched her nose a little embarrassedly.

It was her first time going abroad, and she really wanted to put on a show.

"Brother Leng, where did you come from? You...you didn't come here specifically to see me, did you?"

She asked, but in her heart she felt it was unlikely.

"Flew in from Las Vegas."

Leng Feng answered very decisively.

"I've taken on a new mission and I'm about to leave. I thought I'd stop by and see you before I go."

Coming from Las Vegas? New mission? On the way?

From Las Vegas, "on the way" to a small town in Tuscany, Italy?

Lin Xiaoman was surprised, but seeing how casually Leng Feng spoke, she simply nodded.

"So, where are you going next?"

She followed up on the topic and asked.

"Afghanistan."

Leng Feng uttered a few words, his tone calm.

Lin Xiaoman gasped, choked. Unable to hold back any longer, and disregarding whether she had overstepped her bounds, she blurted out:

"Brother Leng, you...you've already made a lot of money, haven't you? Why would you still go to a place like that...risking your life? It's too dangerous!"

Leng Feng stopped and turned around, looking at her intently. Sunlight shone on his angular face, and his eyes, which had witnessed too many life-and-death experiences, were now remarkably clear and honest.

"Xiaoman,"

He spoke, his voice low and solemn.

"Would you... come with me?"

Lin Xiaoman was stunned.

Leng Feng continued, his tone filled with earnest expectation:

"I know my line of work is dangerous. But if you're willing to stay by my side... we can live abroad, or we can go back to my hometown in Shandong... With you by my side, I'll really want to stop and live a more stable life."

These words, spoken directly and simply, without flowery language, carry immense weight.

This is the most sincere promise a man accustomed to living on the edge can make... For her, he is willing to completely change the course of his life.

Lin Xiaoman was deeply touched. She looked at the expectation in Leng Feng's eyes, but could only slowly shake her head.

"I'm sorry, Brother Leng."

Her voice was soft, yet very clear.

"I...can't go with you. You're a very, very good person, and you've always been very good to me, I'm so grateful. But...I'm sorry."

Another rejection.

The light in Leng Feng's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he tugged at the corners of his mouth, regained his carefree demeanor, and patted Lin Xiaoman on the shoulder:

"It's okay. I understand. You still... can't let him go, right?"

Lin Xiaoman did not answer, but lowered her head in tacit agreement.

"OK."

Leng Feng nodded and said no more.

"Be careful. I'm leaving."

After saying that, he gave her one last look, turned around, and strode away, his tall figure quickly disappearing from sight.

Just as suddenly he came, he left just as abruptly.

Lin Xiaoman stood there, silently praying in her heart that he would be safe.

He was like a gust of wind, bringing her understanding and protection.

Her heart, however, had already been occupied by another sea, and she could no longer find refuge in other harbors.

Before going to bed, Lin Xiaoman dialed Dang Shen's number. After exchanging a few roundabout pleasantries, she finally asked the question she was most concerned about: the progress of Lu Tingzhao's eye treatment.

On the other end of the phone, Dang Shen sounded somewhat tired, and her reply was almost identical to what Lu Tingzhao had said on the phone that day, but she professionally described some medical difficulties, and concluded:

"The window of opportunity for nerve repair is crucial, and right now... the situation is indeed not optimistic. Restoring normal vision will be very difficult, extremely difficult."

His tone was heavy and full of regret.

After hanging up the phone, Dang Shen slammed it face down on the table, took a deep breath, and looked up, his gaze unfriendly as he stared at the uninvited guest sitting on the sofa in his living room.

The man wore a well-tailored dark suit without a single wrinkle, his posture relaxed yet his back still straight.

On the coffee table in front of him sat an untouched glass of water. Under the lamplight, his expression was calm and composed, with a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Dr. Dang, thank you for your cooperation."

The man spoke, his voice steady and polite, but devoid of warmth.

"so,"

Codonopsis pilosula let out a cold laugh through his nose.

"Is this why you came to my house uninvited and stayed for so many days?"

He was utterly fed up with the "elite" behavior around these rich people! They all looked respectable, but their minds were as deep as the Mariana Trench!

The man seemed oblivious to his anger, subtly adjusting his posture to appear more upright.

He raised his hand and gently pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses with his index finger. His gaze behind the lenses was calm and detached, and his tone remained businesslike.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Dang. I was just following orders. I hope you can understand."

Understanding? He understands nothing! He despises this kind of hypocritical elitist behavior.

The thought of having to lie to Lin Xiaoman earlier made him furious.

"Acting under orders? Ha!" Dang Shen finally lost his temper.

"You look like an apple pie my tutor forgot in the oven and left to bake for three weeks!"

He felt that wasn't harsh enough, so he added:

"Your personality is as awful as a waterlogged cookie!"

Qin Xiu was stunned for a moment, then he laughed so hard that his shoulders shook uncontrollably.

"Cough...cough cough! Heh..."

He tried to maintain his composure, but the vibrations in his chest aggravated his wounds, causing him to gasp and chuckle softly.

"You almost... made my stitches burst from laughing."

Codonopsis pilosula was also a little confused for a moment, and muttered:

"You've always been... a control freak! A capitalist lackey! As hard and tasteless as a dried-out apple pie..."

"I've learned a lot, Dr. Dang."

Qin Xiu stood up, straightened the hem of his suit jacket, and resumed his elite demeanor, though a lingering smile remained in his eyes:

Good night, and may you dream of freshly baked apple pies tonight, not overbaked ones.