The blind boss's nanny

What a despicable person! Revealing someone's wounds to their face.

Lin Xiaoman cursed him in her heart. Sure enough, her feeling was right; this person was no good.

Even more shockingly, the next second Lu Tingshen suddenly moved closer, rapidly waving the prayer beads in front of Lu Tingzhao's eyes, the sandalwood beads almost brushing against the man's eyelashes:

But Lu Tingzhao still didn't react at all.

Lin Xiaoman was closest to Lu Tingzhao, and she couldn't hold back any longer, so she suddenly pushed Lu Tingshen away:

"Hey! You're so rude!"

The next second, Lu Tingzhou stepped forward and grabbed Lu Tingshen by the collar.

"You bastard, what do you think you're going to do to my brother?"

Just then, a slender figure stepped between the two.

"What are you all making a fuss about in front of our ancestors?"

Lu Shen wore a gray-blue Chinese-style long gown, his thin figure resembling a weathered bamboo.

His perpetually ailing face carried a touch of weary elegance, yet with just a slight movement, it separated the two men who were on the verge of exchanging blows.

Lu Tingzhou didn't even glance at him, and let go of his hand before leaving on his own.

"Uncle."

Lu Tingzhao and Lu Tingshen shouted at the same time.

Lin Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat; so this was the chairman's uncle and stepfather.

With Ye Qiyun's radiant appearance as an example, she never imagined that Lu Shen would be such a sickly person.

Lu Shen coughed lightly twice, and his gaze softened when he turned to Lu Tingzhao:

"Your mother prepared a medicinal meal in the dining hall, specially simmered with spring water."

When he mentioned his wife, a tender look unconsciously appeared in his sickly eyes... Back then, his widowed sister-in-law Ye Qiyun insisted on marrying him when he was bedridden, which caused a sensation in the entire Beijing circle.

He turned to look at Lu Tingshen, his tone gentle yet warning:

"Ah Shen, sincerity is the most important thing when worshipping ancestors."

The procession for ancestor worship wound its way up the bluestone steps.

The mountain path was treacherous, but Lu Tingzhao made steady progress with the help of his cane and Yuanbao, moving slowly but always with composure.

Leng Feng brought up the rear, while Lin Xiaoman walked alongside him in front, always keeping to the outside of the cliff.

When the group reached a narrow bend halfway up the mountain, they saw Lu Tingshen leaning against the rock wall, smoking.

"Ting Zhao,"

He flicked the ash from his cigarette.

"I've already smoked half a pack of cigarettes here, and you guys are moving so fast..."

Lin Xiaoman immediately retorted:

"Nobody's making you wait!"

In the instant the group passed each other, Lu Tingshen suddenly and without warning snatched the white jade cane from her hand:

"This material is quite unique; may I borrow it for a closer look?"

Just as Lin Xiaoman was about to snatch it, Lu Tingzhao staggered slightly due to losing his support.

She quickly withdrew her hand and called out to those behind her:

"Brother Leng! Someone's trying to steal the chairman's cane!"

Upon hearing the sound, Leng Feng hurried forward, but before he could get close to Lu Tingshen, he accidentally threw his white cane off the cliff.

The white jade staff swept through the air and was instantly swallowed by the clouds.

"I'm sorry, Tingzhao."

Lu Tingshen's tone was very natural.

"I'll buy you ten more when we get down the mountain."

Lu Tingshen said sorry, but there was no real remorse in his voice.

"Son of a bitch!"

Lin Xiaoman was so angry that she trembled all over.

"You did this on purpose!"

Lu Tingshen raised an eyebrow. In his social circle, he had almost never heard of such a primitive and crude way of cursing.

"Tingzhao, where did you find this country bumpkin?"

"It's still better than some hypocrites!"

She shielded Lu Tingzhao behind her.

"They dress like human beings, but do all sorts of beastly things!"

The mountain wind carried her angry rebukes, echoing through the valley. Lu Tingzhao, who had remained silent until now, suddenly raised his hand and patted Lin Xiaoman's arm reassuringly.

"fine."

Leng Feng took a step forward, the mountain wind lifting the hem of his black coat:

Please leave immediately.

Lu Tingshen's gaze remained fixed on Lu Tingzhao.

Those seemingly normal eyes stared blankly into the void, not even blinking when the cane fell.

From the verbal provocations at the foot of the mountain to the deliberate harassment at this moment, this usually sharp-tongued cousin actually didn't react at all.

Rumors circulated that Lu Tingzhao, the group's chairman, had not visited the company in person for several months and had been handling affairs remotely.

Even the most crucial merger and acquisition deal was not signed at the signing ceremony.

"I see……"

It seems he really has gone blind.

Lu Tingshen muttered to himself.

The smile on his lips vanished in an instant, and Lu Tingshen immediately turned and merged into the group ahead.

The main ancestral worship ceremony is held at Yunyin Temple on Yunyin Mountain.

The summit of Yunyin Mountain is shrouded in mist all day long, and the land deeds for the entire mountain range are stored in the Lu family's vault.

Back then, Lu Tingzhao's grandfather exchanged three boxes of gold bars for this mountain range. No one expected that the Lu family would devote three generations of resources to transforming it into a private family temple comparable to a royal garden.

The bluestone steps wind their way from the foot of the mountain to the sky, and the reliefs on each step are the work of intangible cultural heritage inheritors.

The main hall's golden nanmu pillars require six people to encircle them, and the Sanskrit mantras hidden on the beams are written with a mixture of gold powder and jade powder.

In recent years, Lu Tingzhao has even ordered people to replace all the roof tiles of the temple with specially made titanium alloy glazed tiles, which shimmer with a subtle golden light under the sunlight.

When the last few of them arrived at the temple courtyard, everyone was already lined up and waiting.

Not a single person showed any impatience.

As early as three years ago, Lu Shen intended to train the next generation to preside over the ancestral worship ceremony, and over the years, this important task has always been undertaken by Lu Tingzhao.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting."

Lu Tingzhao's voice was gentler than usual.

"This year's ancestral worship arrangements will be entirely handled by Tingzhou."

Lu Tingzhou stepped out from the crowd:

"I'll be working on this for the next couple of days, so please cooperate."

He counted them on his fingers.

"Abstain from meat, alcohol, and gambling... I'll add more precautions as I think of them."

His serious, academic-sounding demeanor made several young men burst into laughter.

Someone was deliberately teasing him:

"Scientists are being forced into being managers? Well, then we have to cooperate!"

"That's right."

Lu Tingzhou raised an eyebrow.

Even my older brother's dog came.

As he spoke, he cupped his hands in the direction of the gold ingot, and the golden retriever actually nodded in response in a very convincing manner.

Amidst the soft laughter of the crowd, Lu Tingzhao slightly turned his head.

Lin Xiaoman saw the corners of his lips lift slightly; this was the first time she had seen a smile on this man's face all day.

The fog in the mountains has dissipated.

Everyone lined up according to seniority and stood in front of the main hall.

Lu Tingzhou stood on the steps, holding a jade tablet. Three young monks carried over a specially made incense stick as tall as a person. Lu Tingzhou took the incense stick, raised it to his forehead, and bowed in the four directions of east, west, south, and north.

The smoke from the cigarette rose gently, and his clear chanting mingled with the sounds of bells and chimes, echoing through the valley.

Lu Tingshen, Lu Xingyuan, and eight other young men dressed in blue robes slowly stepped forward, carrying offerings:

Century-old ginseng, antique silver plate, fresh fruit...

With a "thump," a bunch of knees hit the ground. Lin Xiaoman noticed that Lu Tingzhao turned his head slightly... He was judging how far the ceremony had progressed by sound.

Yuanbao obediently lay down at his feet, his ears twitching gently with the chanting.

The yellowed old family genealogy was slowly unfolded, and Lu Tingzhou turned to his brother:

"Please allow the Chairman to speak."

Under everyone's silent gaze, Lu Tingzhao slowly walked to the front.