The blind boss's nanny

This nanny, Lin Xiaoman, like snow melting in spring, unknowingly taught him how to reconcile with his imperfections.

Accept everything that happens to you.

Yuanbao seemed to sense its master's emotions and gently rested its chin on his shoe.

Lu Tingzhao bent down to stroke the puppy, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Lu Tingzhou was taken aback.

"So...big brother, you deliberately let this get exposed?"

Lu Tingzhao did not answer, but his silence itself was the answer.

In fact, to this day, very few people know that he has gone blind...

That's why he made Lin Xiaoman and the others sign a confidentiality agreement in the first place.

These days, he's been working tirelessly to keep the company running smoothly. It's been tough, but thankfully, nothing major has gone wrong.

But some people just don't want him to have peace.

The hacker attack late at night last time was the best warning; clearly, someone was testing his current situation.

Lu Tingzhao realized that he could no longer hide.

This ancestral worship ceremony is the best opportunity.

To do it publicly in front of family elders and the media is tantamount to playing your cards right out of the box.

He wanted to see who would be the most enthusiastic this time.

"Those old relics..."

Lu Tingzhao chuckled:

Do you think I would care?

How could someone who has been able to stand on their own since childhood be bound by rules and regulations?

If he is unwilling to participate in the ancestral worship ceremony, no one can force him.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the window.

Leng Feng, standing at the door, pressed his earpiece:

"Chairman, your uncles are coming this way."

Lu Tingzhao immediately straightened his back, all traces of fatigue vanishing. He gently patted his younger brother's shoulder:

"Tingzhou, the show is about to begin."

When the door opened, the elders were greeted by a scene of brotherly affection and respect:

Lu Tingzhao looked at his younger brother with a smile, while Lu Tingzhou focused on pouring tea for him.

Lu Tingzhou could tell at a glance that these elders had come with ill intentions.

But this time, he chose to completely trust his elder brother... the only person he truly believed in and admired in his life.

Since Lu Tingzhao was prepared in advance, he only needed to cooperate and play his part well.

"Have your uncles had their vegetarian meal?"

Lu Tingzhou stood up with a smile, unusually polite and considerate.

"Is there something urgent?"

His humble attitude made it difficult for the elders, who were preparing to make trouble, to speak up.

As everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, Lu Tingzhao slowly stood up:

"Now that all of you uncles have arrived,"

He turned toward the altar.

"How about we move to the main hall to talk?"

This proposal came as a surprise to everyone.

Lu Tingzhou immediately understood and stepped forward to take his brother's arm.

Yuanbao, being quick-witted, was the first to run towards the altar.

The elders exchanged puzzled glances, but ultimately followed the two brothers toward the solemn and majestic main hall.

According to tradition, the head of the household needs to read the eulogy aloud in person.

When the abbot approached with the ancient bamboo slips, Lu Tingzhao politely declined, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Sorry, I can't see it right now.

The old abbot, who had known Lu Tingzhao for many years, stared at him in shock, nearly dropping the bamboo slip in his hand.

"Mr. Lu, what's wrong...?"

"I encountered some unexpected problems."

He turned towards the ancestral hall, his clear voice echoing in the courtyard:

"Fathers and ancestors of the Lu family, your unworthy descendant Lu Tingzhao has lost his sight for some reason."

As soon as he finished speaking, a suppressed gasp rose from the crowd, and several uncles stood up from their seats.

"Today, I speak frankly before our ancestors—"

He continued,

"From now on, I will continue to be in charge of all affairs of the group."

He turned his head slightly, and Yuanbao immediately ran over and brought a specially made Braille memorial text, which he gently placed on the altar.

"If anyone has any objections,"

His long, slender fingers landed on the raised Braille dots.

"You can bring it up now."

The entire ancestral hall was completely silent; even the mountain breeze seemed to have stopped.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, his fingertips glided smoothly across the pages of the book as he began to recite the eulogy.

The words and sentences were clear and the rhythm was steady, as if it had been practiced a thousand times.

Even Lin Xiaoman, who was not far away, was stunned.

She stayed by this man's side every day, but she didn't know when he had learned Braille.

The morning light fell on his focused profile, and his expression was more serene than she had ever seen.

Lu Tingshen was the first to step forward and launch an attack:

"Tingzhao, are you really capable of managing the group well in your current state?"

These words were like opening a floodgate, and several elders echoed them.

An old man, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, shakily got up:

"The board's decision-making power should be handed over to more suitable people."

The next second, Lu Tingzhao turned towards the source of the sound:

"My third uncle is right. So, over the past few months, Tingxi has taken over my daily duties."

"Nonsense! How could a woman..."

"Why can't women be women?"

Ye Qiyun suddenly stood up, her cheongsam fluttering in the wind.

"What my son can do, my daughter can do too!"

All eyes were on Lu Shen, hoping that this sickly head of the household could control his wife.

To everyone's surprise, he simply coughed twice:

"Qiyun is right."

Lu Tingzhao, who had been silently "observing" from the darkness, smiled slightly.

"And Tingzhou,"

Lu Tingzhao continued,

"Although he doesn't appear in public often, all the core technologies have passed through his hands."

"I reviewed the documents by ear. The electronic signatures that required my signature are legal and valid."

He raised his head slightly.

"Don't worry, elders, your year-end bonuses will only be more, not less."

Seeing that the elders were still going to argue, Lu Tingzhou stepped forward and stood in front of his elder brother:

"Everyone, do you not trust us three siblings?"

His gaze swept over the crowd, and although his tone was calm, it silenced several people who wanted to speak.

Third Uncle, leaning on his dragon-headed cane, wanted to speak again, but Lu Shen gently pressed his hand down:

"Third Uncle, the children did a good job."

This time, Lu Shen and Lu Tingzhou are on the same side, which is rare for them:

"Everyone has seen the group's performance over the past six months."

Lu Tingshen sneered:

"Just because things are good now doesn't mean they'll be good in the future. What if something goes wrong later..."

"I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

Lu Shen interrupted calmly.

"Just like when I handed the group over to Tingzhao back then."

These words silenced everyone.

Recalling the achievements Lu Tingzhao has made in leading the group over the years, no one dared to object anymore.

Silence returned before the altar, with only wisps of incense smoke rising from the incense burner.

Lu Tingzhao quietly "gazed" at the ancestral tablets, his fingertips gently stroking Yuanbao's head.

The storm has finally subsided quietly.

For the next day and a half, everyone stayed in the temple for quiet meditation.

The elders were quite content drinking tea, listening to sutras, and copying Buddhist scriptures in the meditation room.

But it's tough on those young people who are used to the glitz and glamour of city life.

The internet signal in the temple was intermittent, making mobile phones practically useless.

There were no nightclubs, no parties, and not even a cigarette was allowed.

These young people, like birds locked in a cage, listlessly counted down the days.

Especially Lu Xingyuan.