The blind boss's nanny

The next morning, as the rising sun shone through the gauze curtains onto her eyelids, Lin Xiaoman struggled to open her heavy eyelids.

She heard Aunt Mei quietly arranging the day's work in the corridor.

The kettle by the bedside was still full, so she picked it up and drank more than half of it in one go, finally quenching her thirst.

The high fever had subsided, and although her limbs were still a little weak, her mind was unusually clear.

The clock on the wall pointed to 5:40.

There was still more than an hour before Lu Tingzhao got up, which was enough time for her to help with many things.

She tiptoed into the kitchen and swallowed the whole sandwich with milk.

The weakness from being in a coma for several days gradually dissipated after eating.

Aunt Mei was startled when Lin Xiaoman took the vegetable cart from behind her:

"You child, you walk so quietly!"

As she spoke, she reached out and touched Lin Xiaoman's forehead.

"If you don't get better, I'll have to resort to unconventional methods."

"What methods?"

"I know a fortune teller..."

Lin Xiaoman couldn't help but laugh:

"Aunt May, you seem to be a great advocate of science."

"Not yet, you haven't woken up yet..."

Aunt Mei bent down to straighten her collar, a gentle gesture that made Lin Xiaoman's nose tingle.

"Aunt Mei,"

She buried her face in the other person's shoulder.

"May I call you Mom?"

"What?"

"It's nothing."

She quickly straightened up, pushed the cart, and walked out.

In the morning light, the two began to work together in perfect harmony.

The unspoken warmth was transformed into well-organized work arrangements.

After finishing all her work, Lin Xiaoman suddenly realized that she had searched the entire main house but couldn't find Yuanbao anywhere.

Her heart tightened, and she grabbed Aunt Mei, asking:

"Aunt Mei, the chairman wouldn't... have sent Yuanbao away, would he?"

Aunt Meryl Streep couldn't help but chuckle:

"You should worry about yourself first! If you don't wake up soon, there'll be no place for you here."

"Then...where is Yuanbao now?"

"The chairman took me up to the sixth floor."

Lin Xiaoman opened her eyes wide in surprise.

She tiptoed up the elevator, and as soon as she stepped out of the car, she saw Yuanbao quietly lying outside Lu Tingzhao's bedroom door.

The golden retriever excitedly pounced on her as soon as it saw her, its tail wagging like a small fan, and the huge force made her stagger backward.

"Alright, alright."

She laughed and dodged, only to be met with the puppy's wet kisses.

"My sweet baby, did you miss me?"

She knelt down and rubbed Yuanbao's ears, lowering her voice:

"We need to keep our voices down; the chairman is still resting."

Morning light streamed into the bedroom through the thin mist. Lu Tingzhao sat on the edge of the bed, his black hair falling over his forehead.

He heard footsteps entering the room.

"Aunt Mei?"

The man called out tentatively.

The next second, someone silently unbuttoned his pajamas and helped him put on a neatly ironed shirt.

"How is she today?"

The hand that was adjusting his collar paused slightly.

Lin Xiaoman seemed to have guessed that the "she" she was referring to was herself.

Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure out how to answer the question.

Yuanbao, who had been lying quietly in the corner, suddenly pricked up its ears and began to gently pat the ground with its tail.

"Aunt Mei, why aren't you saying anything? Is she not doing well?"

Just then, Yuanbao's tail wagged more and more enthusiastically, and finally it couldn't help but get up and come over, pressing its wet and cool nose against the back of that person's hand.

Lu Tingzhao could sense it because their hands were very close together.

He could almost feel Yuanbao's warm, moist breath.

This is a cute gesture that Yuanbao only makes with the people he's closest to.

He caught a faint scent of orange blossom, which was the smell of shampoo in Lin Xiaoman's room.

In an instant, Lu Tingzhao finally understood.

He grasped precisely the wrist that was trying to pull away:

"Lin Xiaoman."

broken!

Lin Xiaoman thought to herself:

Why doesn't he call himself Sister Lin anymore?!

"Chairman!"

Her voice was strained.

"Please don't fire me... I really need this job..."

Yuanbao anxiously rubbed his nose against her leg, letting out a soft whimper.

Lu Tingzhao released his grip.

The morning light streamed along his sharply defined jawline, his thin lips slightly parted:

"Yuanbao, get out."

Lin Xiaoman became even more nervous.

Aunt Mei said she was in a coma for two whole days!

These past two days, Aunt Mei and Qin Xiu have been extremely busy.

I heard that the chairman hired the best doctors and used the most expensive medicine.

It must have cost a lot of money!

Adding to the two days of absence from work, Lin Xiaoman felt increasingly uneasy.

"Chairman! I have money on me! I'll pay your medical bills back, and if that's not enough... just deduct it from my salary..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and her head drooped lower and lower.

As long as she isn't fired, anything is fine.

"Don't button it all the way up."

The man said calmly.

Lin Xiaoman hurriedly unbuttoned her clothes, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"Okay, okay..."

Lu Tingzhao stood up; his black shirt accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

"You've been sick all this time, and you've even forgotten my habits?"

He turned his head slightly, his face appearing exceptionally handsome in the morning light.

This question, tinged with a hint of reproach, finally put her mind at ease.

The toothpaste has been squeezed into a perfect strip, and the mouthwash is at just the right temperature.

Lin Xiaoman was exceptionally attentive today, even arranging the towels neatly at the edges.

"Open all the curtains."

She gave commands to the smart home system, and the crisp sound echoed in the bedroom.

This was the last time she begged and pleaded with Lu Tingzhao for permission to input data.

The morning light instantly filled the room. She quickly made the bed, and when she turned around, she noticed that the man standing at the bathroom door had a pale blue tinge on his chin.

"Chairman, you have some stubble on your chin."

"Then what are you still standing there for?"

She quickly took out shaving cream and carefully applied it to his chin.

The two paused slightly the moment their fingertips touched each other's skin.

Yuanbao squatted to the side, tilting his head to watch the foam gradually cover his owner's chin.

Amidst the hum of the electric shaver, she heard the man suddenly speak:

"What kind of compensation do you want?"

Lin Xiaoman was so focused that she didn't hear it.

Even after it was over, as she was carefully checking the cleanliness of his chin, the man repeated it again:

Have you thought it through?

"Uh...what?"

The man patiently said:

What kind of compensation do you want?

"compensate?"

"Xingyuan made you sick."

Lu Tingzhao didn't say what came next, but Lin Xiaoman understood.

Her movements froze. Having worked in the service industry for so many years, she had seen far too much insincere "respect."

At this moment, she couldn't quite tell how much sincerity was in Lu Tingzhao's words.

"At most, I can only give you an extra month's salary."

The man said calmly.

Lin Xiaoman almost lost her grip on the razor.

A month's salary! That's a six-figure compensation!

The amount was so large that she felt it was too hot to even accept it.

Seeing her silence, Lu Tingzhao frowned slightly:

"Plus three days of paid leave, that's the most I can give you."

"I do!"

She quickly agreed, her voice filled with excitement.