The blind boss's nanny

On their wedding day, the manor was brightly lit.

Inside the lounge, Lu Tingzhao, dressed in a sharp black suit, sat on a large velvet sofa, with Lin Xiaoman sitting on his lap.

The man's hand slipped under her skirt, and her body went limp uncontrollably, her breath faltering, her grip on his shoulder tightening and loosening intermittently.

"Lu Tingzhao...stop, stop..."

Her voice trembled, but the last syllable was swallowed by his kiss.

The man seemed not to hear her, and with his other hand he gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him and deepening the kiss.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The regular knocking broke the hazy atmosphere inside.

Lu Tingzhao stopped moving.

Lin Xiaoman slid off his lap, staggered to her feet, frantically tugging at her skirt, her face flushed.

She turned her back and took rapid, deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.

A few seconds later, she managed to tidy herself up, walked to the door, and opened it.

Qin Xiu kept his eyes straight ahead, turning his gaze directly into the room and landing on Lu Tingzhao, who was still sitting upright.

"Chairman, the wedding ceremony is about to begin, and all guests are in place."

Lu Tingzhao responded calmly.

"Yes, well arranged. You've worked hard."

Qin Xiu quickly withdrew.

Lu Tingzhao turned around, gently pulled the still-dazed Lin Xiaoman into his arms again, and lowered his head to kiss her once more.

Lin Xiaoman finally realized what was happening. She forcefully broke free from his embrace and took two steps back.

"Lu Tingzhao, don't you think what you're doing is going too far?!"

The man raised an eyebrow slightly:

"What's wrong with me?"

He held out his hand, his tone coaxing.

"Xiaoman, come here."

"You are really cruel."

Lin Xiaoman stared at him, her voice trembling, but she stubbornly stood still.

Lu Tingzhao frowned slightly:

"Xiaoman, you don't believe me?"

Lin Xiaoman's suppressed emotions suddenly erupted:

"You know perfectly well what kind of person Wen Zhe is! You still let Ting Xi marry him!"

"Did you see Qin Xiu's expression just now? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was utterly heartbroken!"

"You actually...made him personally plan this wedding!"

The man raised his hand and rubbed his temples:

"Xiaoman, I know you're in a hurry. But don't rush."

"How could I not be in a hurry?!"

She almost shouted it out.

"The wedding is about to start! Didn't you keep saying you had plans? What are your plans?! Are we just going to watch Tingxi jump into a fire?!"

Lu Tingzhao looked at her reddened eyes and suddenly smiled. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms again without saying a word.

"Xiaoman,"

His lips brushed against her earlobe, his breath hot, his voice low, exactly the same as when he was passionate earlier.

"It was Tingxi herself who insisted that Qin Xiu be in charge of all the wedding preparations."

Lin Xiaoman froze, and just as she was about to look up and ask, Lu Tingzhao lowered his head and kissed her, silencing all her unspoken words.

Just as she was about to succumb, he pulled back slightly, his burning lips brushing against her earlobe, and in that deep voice that made her heart race, he slowly uttered a few words:

"Xiaoman, don't rush."

As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed her again.

Lin Xiaoman's cheeks were burning hot, and she trembled slightly in his arms.

Outside the lounge, the wedding march could already be faintly heard.

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

Two men entered this time, and Lin Xiaoman recognized one of them as Jiang Yan. Both were dressed in a stern black suit and moved silently.

They are Lu Tingzhao's chief financial officer and general counsel.

The CFO turned the tablet toward Lu Tingzhao; it displayed candlestick charts and a real-time data stream.

"Chairman, Wens Foodstuff Group's stock price has fallen in tandem over the past half hour, with a cumulative market value loss of about a quarter. Our stress test has been very effective, and speculative buying has already begun."

The next second, Jiang Yan handed over the folder:

"Chairman, the preliminary evidence we previously obtained regarding Wens' alleged overstatement of costs and irregular related-party transactions in a Southeast Asian infrastructure project has been simultaneously delivered to its main international investment syndicate and two ESG rating agencies."

Lu Tingzhao's gaze swept quickly across the screen and documents, and he nodded slightly:

"What about public opinion?"

Lu Tingzhou pushed open the door and came in, looking relaxed.

"The back-end systems of three mainstream financial media outlets and two leading financial self-media outlets in China have received relevant information, and the search volume for the keywords is rising."

Jiang Yan then added:

"In addition, a package of substantial evidence regarding suspected tax evasion by a cross-border e-commerce company in which Wen Zhe personally holds shares was submitted to the tax authorities' online reporting platform thirty minutes ago. According to the procedure, the preliminary verification notice will be delivered within two hours at the earliest."

"very good."

Lu Tingzhao nodded.

Just then, Wen Zhe's father, Wen Chongming, called.

Wen Chongming suppressed his shock and anger:

"Tingzhao! What tricks are you playing?! What's going on with the stock market? Did you spread those rumors?! And what about A-Zhe's company...?"

"Uncle Wen,"

Lu Tingzhao interrupted him politely.

"Market volatility stems from investors' concerns about Wens' recent aggressive expansion and short-term debt repayment ability; this is a natural market response. As for rumors... only those without factual basis are rumors. If Wens itself is operating soundly and compliantly, why would it be afraid of a few rumors?"

He paused, his voice softening:

"As for Wen Zhe's company, if he can withstand the investigation, he will naturally prove himself innocent. However, Uncle Wen, if he can't even manage a company in which he has a stake, do you really think he has the ability and character to manage a marriage well and take care of my sister's future?"

"Lu Tingzhao! Are you trying to completely break off relations?!"

Wen Chongming's voice finally lost control.

"No,"

Lu Tingzhao calmly corrected him.

"I am fulfilling my duties as an elder brother and a business decision-maker. The Lu family's primary criterion for choosing partners and in-laws is manageable risk. Therefore, I have unilaterally decided to postpone today's wedding indefinitely."

"You...you're breaching the contract! This is commercial fraud!"

Wen Chongming roared.

"All decisions are based on publicly verifiable business facts and risk assessments. If Mr. Wen believes this constitutes a breach of contract, he can have his lawyer contact my legal department at any time."

After saying that, Lu Tingzhao hung up the phone immediately.

Outside the window, the wedding music had stopped sometime earlier.

Lu Tingzhao remained impeccably dressed in his suit, his expression unchanged. Only when he turned to look at Lin Xiaoman did a hint of a smile flicker in his deep eyes.

Lin Xiaoman was still immersed in the silent capital battle she had just witnessed, and her mind was shaken.

The next second, her wrist was gripped by the man's palm. With a gentle tug, Lu Tingzhao pulled her back down onto his lap in a dizzying motion.

The man lowered his head and leaned closer, his nose almost brushing against her cheek, his breath hot, a stark contrast to his previous coldness.

"Xiaoman, can we continue now?"

When she came to her senses, Jiang Yan and the others were already gone. And before she knew it, he had ripped her skirt open.

"Lu Tingzhao! You're so mean!"

She tried to block him in alarm, but he grabbed her wrist even faster.

A slight stinging pain came from his shoulder... He looked down and bit down lightly.

What's wrong with me?

He looked up, a smile playing in his eyes.

"Um?"

There was a commotion outside the window, and his breath was hot.

The skirt shattered into pieces at his fingertips, just like his marriage agreement with the Wen family, which vanished in the blink of an eye.