The blind boss's nanny

"Shh!"

The girl mouthed to Aunt Mei, her forehead glistening with sweat.

The sound was very soft, almost inaudible.

But the man still noticed.

"Sister Lin, I remember there's a bird of paradise here."

"Did you move it again?"

Lin Xiaoman pretended to have just come downstairs.

"Um, Aunt Mei must have had it moved to the greenhouse yesterday."

Aunt Mei, whose name was mentioned, glared at Lin Xiaoman but did not utter a word in rebuttal.

Watching Lu Tingzhao continue exploring forward, the two women exchanged a silent glance.

Lin Xiaoman smiled and stuck out her tongue, but Aunt Mei pretended to hit her. However, it was just a pretense, and Lin Xiaoman easily dodged it.

Lu Tingzhao gradually became able to walk independently indoors and use screen reader software.

But Lin Xiaoman still didn't let him go.

She actually encouraged him to try eating by himself.

As morning light streamed through the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows, Lu Tingzhao had just settled down at the dining table.

Lin Xiaoman observed the man's expression.

"Chairman, shall we... try eating it ourselves today?"

Before Lu Tingzhao could answer, she shoved the spoon into his hand.

"Would you like some soup first? The red date and pigeon soup is right in front of you."

Lu Tingzhao frowned slightly:

"Sister Lin, aren't you going too far?"

"No, I just want you, Chairman... to regain control of your life."

She spoke with righteous indignation and casually moved the soup bowl half an inch to the right.

This statement clearly persuaded the man, but he still deliberately asked:

"Really? Isn't it because you wanted to slack off?"

"I swear to God!"

She clutched her chest and took two steps back, nearly bumping into the food cart behind her.

Okay, maybe 50% of it is because they want to be lazy.

Feeding him is like a battle. By the time he finishes his elegant, slow chewing, the food on the table has long gone cold.

Once, she took a bite of cold sweet and sour pork ribs and almost hurt her teeth.

This was Lu Tingzhao's first attempt at eating independently.

His well-defined knuckles gripped the spoon, and the truffle steamed egg simmered slightly in the jade bowl. Inevitably, the rim of the spoon bumped against the bowl, and the custard spilled onto the Bernese wooden dining table.

"Chairman, the French cod is at your ten o'clock position."

Lin Xiaoman's voice was light and cheerful, as if she hadn't noticed his trembling wrist.

The man tentatively reached forward, his fingertips accidentally sinking into the soft rice.

The sticky sensation made him frown instantly, but he stubbornly continued to explore.

His outstretched hand accidentally touched the pigeon soup in front of him, and the soup immediately soaked the cuffs of Kiton's custom-made suit.

Lin Xiaoman quietly moved the pigeon soup away.

Aunt Mei stood in the shadow of the colonnade, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms.

She looked at the man who had once spoken in three languages ​​at an international summit, now struggling even to put food into his mouth, and couldn't help but press a silk handkerchief to her eyes.

"That's amazing!"

Lin Xiaoman breathed softly,

"Chairman, you found the bowl's location perfectly on the first try!"

Lu Tingzhao's taut jawline finally relaxed slightly.

When he finally raised the caviar-covered spoon tremblingly to his lips, the rim of the spoon brushed against his nose, and bits of custard fell onto the front of his Givenchy shirt.

Lin Xiaoman handed over a napkin, but didn't offer to help:

"This is way ahead of schedule! The kids I've taken care of took half a month to learn it."

Standing in the corridor, Aunt Mei finally shed tears silently.

But she saw the chairman's tense lips gradually relax, and a very faint smile appeared in his unfocused eyes.

"Are you treating me like a child?"

Lin Xiaoman was taken aback, then said seriously:

"How could that be!"

Seeing Aunt Mei smile and turn away to wipe her tears, she immediately started spouting nonsense again.

"But I'm at least 10 years older than you, so you can't just call me 'sister' for nothing..."

After the meal, Lu Tingzhao habitually turned towards the study, but Lin Xiaoman tugged at his sleeve:

"Chairman, let's go for a walk outside..."

The man paused for a moment, stunned.

Since losing his sight, his activities in this manor, which he planned himself, have been limited to his study, terrace, and small garden in front of the door.

I never went anywhere else.

"Take me for a stroll along the lake you designed? I haven't really appreciated it yet. It'll help me digest my food."

Lin Xiaoman added softly.

Since she was being called "sister," she felt justified in making her demands.

Although, this request is not much.

Lu Tingzhao remained silent for a while, then agreed.

As he stood up, he unexpectedly touched the cold white cane.

Lin Xiaoman did not help him up as usual, but gently placed the sandalwood cane into his palm.

Lu Tingzhao hesitated for a moment before finally stepping into the long-missed courtyard.

A table and a mess were left behind.

Lu Tingzhao's first attempt at eating by himself after losing his sight was not exactly dignified.

Caviar and truffles were spilled all over the floor, and her clothes should have been covered in stains, but Lin Xiaoman had prepared napkins in advance, so she didn't look too disheveled.

But he himself can't see it, Lin Xiaoman won't say it, and neither will Aunt Mei.

He lost himself amidst Lin Xiaoman's constant praise.

Perhaps he really could try to do it himself.

He's not that bad.

He can take back control of his life.

When Lu Tingzhao stood in front of the stone steps of the porch, holding his white cane, Lin Xiaoman's heart jumped into her throat.

They both knew that this was the first time he had stepped out of the house on his own with his cane.

The three-tiered Italian grey stone steps gleamed warmly in the setting sun. For most people, they were just a step away, but for him, they were an insurmountable chasm leading back to the world.

Lin Xiaoman quietly moved to his side and behind him, bending her legs slightly into a lunge position.

She was ready to catch him at any moment, even though she knew her small frame wouldn't allow her to do so.

But she can be used as a human scapegoat; Lu Tingzhao might even give her a bonus then...

The man tapped his cane lightly on the edge of the first step, and Lu Tingzhao took a deep breath and tentatively stepped out.

Leng Feng, who was in the treehouse, saw this and his muscles tensed up instantly.

The next second, he was already nimbly climbing down.

But after seeing Lu Tingzhao walk down the steps, Leng Feng quietly returned to the treehouse.

Lin Xiaoman rushed over and gently supported Lu Tingzhao's elbow, only to find that his palms were covered in sweat.

With his cane tapping on the bluestone path, Lu Tingzhao finally stepped out of the shadows of the mansion, and a warm breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers wafted towards him.

This was the first time in two months that he had truly "stepped out" of the room.

"Chairman, we are now standing under the rose arch."

Lin Xiaoman's voice rang out from the right front.

"On the left is the Centifolia Rose that you transplanted from Provence."

The tip of his cane touched the soft soil, and Lu Tingzhao instinctively stopped, but she gently pressed his wrist:

"Chairman, follow my voice."

He tentatively took a step.

The warm breeze of early autumn brushed against his forehead, carrying the fragrance of late summer roses and newly opened asters.

Sunlight streamed through the closed eyelids, casting a gentle amber glow in the darkness.

The two walked for an unknown amount of time, but Lu Tingzhao felt it must have been a long time.

Time, a concept he had deliberately forgotten, was now flowing slowly with their footsteps.

The echo of the white cane striking the pavement suddenly became empty, and the air was filled with moist moisture.

"There's a lake ahead."