The blind boss's nanny

He was the youngest, and found this kind of seclusion the most difficult to endure.

Ask him to copy scriptures? But he felt dizzy just looking at the text.

Just as Lu Xingyuan was feeling bored, he heard a few birds chirping outside the window.

He had a sudden inspiration... why not go to the back mountain to collect bird eggs for fun?

Slipping to the back of the mountain, Lu Xingyuan saw a familiar figure.

Lin Xiaoman was squatting in the bamboo forest, holding a sickle and laboriously chopping bamboo.

"Nanny sister,"

Lu Xingyuan grinned and moved closer.

"Would you say we're on the same wavelength?"

Surprisingly, Lin Xiaoman not only didn't chase him away, but her eyes lit up:

"You've come at the right time! Quickly, help me cut this bamboo down."

What do you need the bamboo for?

"Make a new cane for the chairman."

She wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"The path downhill is steep; having a good walking stick will make things safer."

With Lu Tingzhou and Leng Feng by her side, and Lu Tingzhao not needing her for the time being, Lin Xiaoman seized the opportunity to come here, intending to make a cane for Lu Tingzhao to use when he goes down the mountain.

Lu Xingyuan took the sickle and pretended to weigh it in his hand:

"Nanny, which bamboo do you want? Point it out to the young master!"

Lin Xiaoman pointed to a straight green bamboo in front of her:

"That one! Be careful not to cut it crooked."

Never underestimate someone!

Lu Xingyuan rolled up his sleeves, but when he swung the sickle, he almost chopped his own foot.

Lin Xiaoman laughed so hard she almost fell over:

"Young master, are you cutting bamboo or cutting yourself?"

"A mistake! A complete mistake!"

Lu Xingyuan blushed and tried again. This time, the bamboo fell down with a thud, but he sat down in the grass because he used too much force.

Just as Lin Xiaoman was about to laugh at him, she tripped and fell herself.

Seeing each other's disheveled appearance, the two couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What should we do next?"

Lu Xingyuan brushed the grass clippings off his clothes and asked.

Lin Xiaoman magically produced sandpaper:

"You have to smooth out the bamboo joints, otherwise you'll prick your hands."

She demonstrated the movements.

"I'm afraid of hurting the chairman, so it has to be made extra smooth."

Lu Xingyuan raised an eyebrow, then suddenly leaned closer:

"Nanny, you wouldn't happen to have a crush on my older brother, would you?"

Lin Xiaoman's hand slipped, and the sandpaper almost flew out:

"I'm a professional! A professional nanny!"

The boy grinned mischievously and pointed at her cheek:

"Really? Then why are you blushing?"

"From the sun!"

She stubbornly retorted.

Lu Xingyuan suddenly became serious:

"Seriously, don't like my older brother."

Why?

"I saw him with my own eyes; he rejected many beautiful women."

He lowered his voice.

"You always say the same thing—"

As he spoke, he put on a stern face and imitated Lu Tingzhao's cold tone:

"My love and marriage will not both fall on the same person."

Lin Xiaoman nodded thoughtfully.

That was exactly what I expected.

Isn't this how marriages of heirs to wealthy families always go?

First, they marry and have children according to their family's arrangements, and then they raise a kept woman after meeting their true love... That's how it's portrayed in TV dramas.

Lu Xingyuan looked disdainful:

"I will definitely marry the person I love in the future!"

Lin Xiaoman couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"I didn't expect the young master to be so innocent."

The boy proudly raised his chin:

Of course!

I didn't catch the sarcasm in her words at all.

Lin Xiaoman found the world truly fascinating... People who constantly attract attention claim to be pursuing true love, while those who are always virtuous and self-disciplined call themselves heartless.

However, these are not things she should worry about.

She was just a lowly nanny working odd jobs, and right now, her most important task was to polish the bamboo cane in her hand until it was smooth.

Sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves as Lin Xiaoman focused intently on grinding the bamboo joints, while Lu Xingyuan skillfully wove bamboo leaf crickets beside her.

Lin Xiaoman glanced at it casually, as if she had discovered a new continent:

"I didn't expect that young master could do this?"

Lu Xingyuan handed over the cricket he had woven, as if presenting a treasure:

"My nanny taught me that when I was little. She was incredibly skillful... she could do everything."

He paused.

"Just like you."

This was the first time Lin Xiaoman had glimpsed a side of this spoiled young man that was previously unknown.

She couldn't help but ask again:

"And now? Is she still at your house?"

"My mom kicked me out a long time ago!"

The boy twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Just because I was too close to her, she made up some excuse to let me leave."

Lin Xiaoman asked softly:

"You must have been very sad back then, right?"

"She cried and fussed for a whole month."

Lu Xingyuan pulled at the bamboo leaves,

"From then on, they did everything I asked for."

Aside from bringing the nanny back, Ye Qiyun granted her youngest son's every request.

She couldn't bear the hardship of raising children, and she hadn't really taken care of Lu Tingzhao and his two siblings before.

Not to mention, she didn't have twins until she was over forty.

At first, Ye Qiyun didn't think much of it, until one day she discovered that Lu Xingyuan only needed that nanny to sleep every night.

She forcibly took her son into her arms, but Lu Xingyuan cried in his dreams that night, wanting a nanny.

Ye Qiyun then realized:

Oh no, my son isn't close to me anymore!

At that time, Lu Tingzhao and his two siblings had already distanced themselves from her, and she absolutely could not allow the same thing to happen again, so this time she used the most direct method.

The bamboo leaf cricket trembled slightly in Lu Xingyuan's palm, and he placed it into Lin Xiaoman's hand:

"It's yours."

Lin Xiaoman looked at the lifelike bamboo leaf cricket in her palm and said to Lu Xingyuan:

"I won't hold it against you for making me sick last time."

The boy's eyes widened in surprise:

"You forgive me just like that? You're too kind, aren't you, nanny?"

"snort!"

Lin Xiaoman suddenly reached out and flicked his forehead.

The boy was completely unprepared.

"Ouch!"

Lu Xingyuan covered his forehead and jumped away.

"You went way too far!"

"You weren't as heartless as you were when you sprayed me with a hose!"

"No! I have to bounce it back!"

Lin Xiaoman deliberately provoked him:

"Are you even a man? Why are you arguing with a girl?"

Lu Xingyuan was completely unmoved:

"You're older than me, why don't you give way to your younger brother?"

The two bickered and argued, escalating from verbal sparring to chasing each other, each trying to flick the other's forehead but nimbly dodging the attack.

In the midst of their playful banter, they suddenly stopped in their tracks at the same time...

On the bluestone path not far away, Lu Tingzhao and his brother were standing there.

Lu Tingzhou's words were laced with sarcasm:

"Big brother, your nanny is being pestered by that brat Lu Xingyuan again."

A mountain breeze swept by, and Lu Tingzhao's face turned slightly toward their direction.

Lu Xingyuan suddenly leaned close to Lin Xiaoman's ear and whispered:

"Let me remind you again, don't fall for my second brother! Don't be fooled by his serious demeanor; he's a real womanizer in private..."

Lin Xiaoman immediately became interested:

"How will you spend it? Please explain in detail."

Let's talk again next time!

The boy winked at her, then turned and waved to Lu Tingzhao:

"Big brother, I'm going now!"

As he passed by Lu Tingzhou, he deliberately raised his chin and strode away like a proud little rooster, completely ignoring Lu Tingzhou.

Lin Xiaoman gently placed the newly made bamboo cane beside Lu Tingzhao and then quietly left.

"Who were the loudest people just now?"

Lu Tingzhao stroked the smooth bamboo cane and asked in a deep voice.