The blind boss's nanny

Lin Xiaoman swallowed the words back, instantly switching to a sob channel, her voice choked with emotion:

"Mr. Lu, my life is so hard... I've been divorced three times, and my ex-husbands have taken my children away. I need to earn more money, otherwise..."

His tone was so sorrowful that it broke the hearts of anyone who heard it.

Lu Tingzhao waved his hand, indicating that she could stop.

Everyone who comes here has a clean identity and background, and Qin Xiu can handle things with confidence.

The accident two months ago changed his life.

That day, his car was driving at a familiar intersection when a huge, out-of-control truck crashed into him with devastating force!

The shrill whistling of twisting metal and the deafening sound of shattering glass filled the air.

The world is spinning.

When he regained consciousness, all he could smell was the strong odor of disinfectant and the lingering smell of blood.

The driver and bodyguard died on the spot, while he, due to the severe impact to his brain and the blood clot pressing on his optic nerve, fell into endless darkness.

Markets are like battlefields.

Lu Tingzhao, who runs a vast business empire, has always been ruthless and decisive. Over the years, he has made countless enemies in the capital circle, and many people want to bring him down.

However, his daily schedule, accurate to the minute, is known only to a select few in his inner circle.

It's obvious there's a mole inside.

Moreover, this mole was hidden among the people he trusted most.

After being discharged from the hospital, Lu Tingzhao moved back to this private estate located in the suburbs.

He is no longer the frequent flyer and hotel regular.

He personally selected and planned this estate, and it was designed to the highest standards, from the building structure to the security system.

From the location of each tree in the courtyard to the order in which each book is arranged in the study, everything reflects his painstaking efforts.

Although he doesn't come back often, every corner of this place is deeply imprinted in his memory.

Now, this place has become his own fortress.

When he first returned from the hospital, he stayed indoors all day.

Even now, he rarely leaves the main building.

This is the place that is clearest in his mind.

The columns are carved with intricate acanthus patterns, and outside the arched windows is a meticulously manicured Versailles-style garden.

This is the home he gave to his younger siblings.

A true haven for the three siblings.

As a prodigy, Lu Tingzhao was never satisfied with his talent.

His father died early and his mother remarried. At the age of eighteen, he resolutely took on the responsibility of the family business, which was on the verge of collapse.

For twelve years, he has lived his life as the pillar of his family.

But this accidental blindness shattered everything.

His family was the ones who found it hardest to accept this fact.

The mansion remained magnificent, but no one spoke or laughed loudly anymore.

Everyone in front of him tried to remain calm, even their breathing was carefully controlled.

Those deliberate acts of thoughtfulness are more suffocating than straightforward pity.

Immediately afterwards, he made a decision that shocked the outside world... a large-scale purge of those around him.

Drivers, bodyguards, nurses... all personal staff were recruited anonymously from scratch, with huge sums of money invested.

The Lu family reduced its more than 20 servants to just a handful.

Those who remained were people who had worked for the Lu family for generations.

Just like Aunt May, who has been here since the first day she moved in.

There's also Qin Xiu, who started following Lu Tingzhao at the age of 18.

The newcomer had no idea where he was or who he was.

A set timeframe is set, you take the money and get the job done, then you leave when the deadline arrives.

This personnel structure preserves the core element of loyalty while eliminating the possibility of secondary betrayal.

At that moment, Aunt Mei's question came through the walkie-talkie in Lin Xiaoman's hand:

Where is the chairman having dinner?

She respectfully relayed the message and received a concise response:

"Dining room."

She looked around but didn't see a white cane, so she naturally stepped forward to help him.

"There's a coffee table to your left, and a bedpost five meters ahead. The main door is at a 45-degree angle..."

Lu Tingzhao readily accepted the help, as he already knew this information by heart.

Not only that, he also knew exactly which up-and-coming painter painted the century-old Podocarpus macrophyllus at the end of the corridor and the oil painting on the wall.

He built this space himself, and although he doesn't come back to live here often, no one dares to move any of the decorations or furnishings inside.

Even though he was blind, he could still accurately reproduce every detail in his mind.

But he didn't point it out.

Allowing others to fulfill their responsibilities is a sign of good manners for those in control.

Lu Tingzhao is a very rational person who never lets anything get out of his control.

That car accident was arguably the only accident in his life.

He is working hard to repair the chain reaction that has been triggered.

When the two arrived at the restaurant, Aunt May was directing the servants to do the final plating.

More than twenty dishes are arranged in a staggered manner on the seven-meter-long dining table.

After Lin Xiaoman helped Lu Tingzhao to his seat at the head of the table, she instinctively wanted to help set the table, but Aunt Mei raised her hand to stop her:

"Your responsibility is to focus on taking care of the chairman."

She awkwardly stepped aside and found Lu Tingzhao sitting upright, as if waiting for some fixed procedure.

She looked to Aunt Mei for help, only to see the other woman walk straight towards her.

"Watch carefully, I'll only teach you once."

Aunt Meryl Streep's voice was completely flat.

She first helped Lu Tingzhao wash his hands, then gently dried them with a towel.

Then she unfolded a linen napkin and smoothly tied it around his neck.

Every detail exudes a sense of ritual.

Even though he was blind, this man still adhered to certain uncompromising principles of life.

"Chairman, today the chef recommends truffle-baked chicken and steamed grouper."

Aunt Mei leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"There are also alternatives..."

Lu Tingzhao nodded slightly and named the four dishes. Aunt Mei immediately used silver-inlaid ivory chopsticks to serve him the dishes, each in small portions.

Just as Lin Xiaoman was engrossed in watching, Aunt Mei suddenly turned to the side:

"It's your turn."

She handed me the chopsticks, her eyes sharp:

"From now on, you will be in charge of feeding the chairman."

Lin Xiaoman felt her palms sweating. She carefully picked up a piece of fish, afraid of breaking it, and tremblingly offered it to Lu Tingzhao's lips.

The angle wasn't right, and the tip of the chopsticks lightly grazed his chin.

Lu Tingzhao frowned slightly, but still opened his mouth in silence.

The next few bites were even more disastrous.

One time the chopsticks were handed to him too quickly, and they hit his teeth; the next time they were too far away, and he had to lean forward slightly to reach the food.

She tried to scoop the soup, the spoon making a soft tapping sound on the rim of the bowl, which seemed particularly jarring in the quiet restaurant.

Lin Xiaoman was so nervous that her back was almost soaked with sweat.

Throughout the entire process, Lu Tingzhao made no comment and showed no displeasure.

It catches the food, chews it, and swallows it with a calm and elegant demeanor.

But this absolute silence put more pressure on Lin Xiaoman than any reprimand.

After the last bite of food was finished, Aunt Mei handed over a warm towel.

Lu Tingzhao elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth. Lin Xiaoman was about to help him up when he made a gesture to stop her.

He turned towards Aunt May, his tone flat and emotionless:

"Aunt Mei, teach her well."

After Lu Tingzhao was helped away by the other servants, only Lin Xiaoman and Aunt Mei remained in the restaurant.

The expected scolding did not come. Aunt May simply looked at her calmly:

"What would you like for dinner? I'll have the kitchen prepare it."

Lin Xiaoman looked at the table full of delicacies, most of which had only been touched once or twice, and many dishes were even intact.

"These...can't we eat them?"

Meryl Streep frowned slightly:

"Don't use rhetorical questions when working here."