The blind boss's nanny

Lu Tingzhao chuckled softly, then retorted in a serious tone:

"Even setting aside everything from the past, from a purely humanitarian perspective, isn't it only right to lend a helping hand to a stranger with disabilities? Doesn't Miss Lin even have this basic compassion?"

"..."

Lin Xiaoman was rendered speechless by his sophistry, and could only quicken her pace in frustration, inwardly cursing:

When it comes to twisting logic and moral blackmail, Chairman Lu is indeed a cut above the rest!

In the dimly lit stairwell, she held his hand and led him up the stairs step by step.

That's what she said, all barbed and threatening, not giving an inch. But Lin Xiaoman's hand and foot movements betrayed the softness in her heart.

She was completely focused, holding his arm tightly, taking each step carefully, and muttering updates to herself:

"Watch out, there's a small bump here... Slow down, you're about to turn... Watch out, there's a broken flowerpot over there..."

The dim lighting in the hallway, the dusty smell emanating from the old walls, and the warmth and breathing of the two people standing very close together created a sense of intimacy.

Lin Xiaoman was so focused on the "navigation" task that she was completely unaware of how close the two of them were at that moment... She was practically leaning against him, his hand was pressed tightly against hers, and their bodies inevitably touched.

For Lu Tingzhao, however, this was a bittersweet torment.

His nose was filled with her scent, his arm felt the warmth and soft touch of her skin, and he heard her caring reminders in his ear... Every inch closer was like a spark, igniting his long-suppressed desire.

Intimate moments shared between the two of them flooded his mind uncontrollably. Her former shyness and boldness, her warmth and breath... His blood rushed through his veins.

He felt his lips were a little dry, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and a certain heat quietly spread in his chest.

The narrow stairwell became an ambiguous cage, isolating him from the world. With each step he took, his self-control waned.

Finally, she arrived at her apartment building. Lin Xiaoman fumbled for her keys to open the door, but before she could even turn on the light...

Lu Tingzhao, who had been silently following her, turned around subtly and gently led her into the house, then closed the door with a click.

The next second, Lin Xiaoman felt her back press against the cool door panel, and a tall, warm body loomed over her. The shadow, carrying a familiar scent, drew closer, and she felt his slightly rapid breathing brush against her forehead.

He lowered his head and looked toward her lips.

Everything happened too fast, with a primal, aggressive masculinity.

However, just before his lips were about to touch hers...

Lin Xiaoman pressed her hands against his chest and pushed him backward with all her might!

"Chairman!"

Her voice, slightly raised with anger, sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet room, carrying a hint of detachment.

"Please have some self-respect!"

Lu Tingzhao staggered back half a step after being pushed by her, barely managing to regain his balance. In the dim light, the two faced each other, a step apart.

He looked into her wary yet angry eyes, and the surging heat in his chest slowly subsided.

He lowered his eyelashes, took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, his face had regained some of its usual restraint, though his voice was still hoarse:

"...I'm sorry. I...lost my composure."

The apology came quickly, and the attitude seemed sincere. However, Lin Xiaoman was still furious. She shoved him down onto the old, somewhat worn sofa in the living room and fiercely "threatened" him:

"You sit still right now! If you dare move again, I'll lock you up here by yourself, so you can cry out to heaven and earth in vain!"

Lu Tingzhao obediently sat up, placing his hands neatly on his knees like a well-behaved schoolboy, but he tried his best to suppress a smile and replied in a low voice:

"……good."

While Lin Xiaoman turned around to search for gifts in the inner room, Lu Tingzhao finally had the opportunity to discreetly examine the small apartment where she was temporarily staying.

In his entire life, he had never lived in such a... simple place. The beams were low, the light was not bright, and the decoration was simple with no unnecessary ornamentation.

His gaze slowly swept over... the empty instant noodle box that hadn't been thrown away yet on the dining table, the underwear on the balcony, and finally, it settled on the small glass coffee table.

There were several financial magazines stacked up there.

Coincidentally, he's the cover star of every issue. There's an in-depth interview he did two years ago, a feature article about him being named Business Person of the Year last year, and the latest issue features a half-body photo of him on the cover with a striking title.

Lu Tingzhao reached out and "felt" at the top of the book, asking seemingly casually:

"Xiaoman, what is this?"

Lin Xiaoman was rummaging through the closet for wrapped gift boxes when she heard this. Without turning her head, she casually replied:

"Oh, that? It's not very useful. I usually use it to weigh down instant noodles."

Anyway, he can't see it.

After she finished speaking, she turned her back to him and, without any hesitation, took off her coffee-stained work shirt, picked up a clean shirt, and put it on deftly.

A slender waist and smooth back lines flash by.

Lu Tingzhao's fingers tightened slightly as he held the magazine, his fingertips tracing lightly across the smooth cover.

He tilted his head, his gaze following her as she changed clothes, the smile in his eyes growing deeper and deeper, almost overflowing.

Finally, unable to hold back, he burst out laughing with delight.

Lin Xiaoman changed her clothes, turned around with several gift boxes in her arms, and saw him holding a magazine and chuckling to himself. She was somewhat puzzled.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

Lu Tingzhao quickly suppressed his smile and gently placed the magazine back in its place. He looked up, "looking" in Lin Xiaoman's direction, his tone serious and consultative, sounding nothing like a joke:

"I just feel...very comfortable here. Xiaoman, can I move in with you?"

Lin Xiaoman was stuffing a gift box into a large cloth bag when she heard this, she paused, then pulled him up from the sofa, pretending to be stupid and avoiding the main point:

"Sure. I'll move out, you move in. The transfer fee is 100 million. Cash or card payment, Chairman?"

Lu Tingzhao: "...Never mind."

Lin Xiaoman raised an eyebrow, deliberately leaning closer, her tone teasing:

"Oh, even our wealthy and powerful chairman has moments of complaining about the price? A mere 100 million is just a drop in the ocean for you."

Lu Tingzhao frowned slightly, seemingly seriously considering the matter:

"It's not about the money. It's that... there might not be enough space here. There's not enough room for Aunt Mei, the cook, the nutritionist, the therapist, the driver, the gardener..."

He rattled off a list of names, concluding with,

"And there are Yuanbao and Yuanman. Life isn't very convenient."