The blind boss's nanny

"Why? What else do you have to worry about?"

I need to hide right away.

Lin Xiaoman said in a serious tone,

"I'm afraid someone wants to kill me."

The two paused for a second, then burst into laughter.

Upon hearing this, He Jingjing, who was in front, turned around with displeasure:

"What kind of manners do they have! I should have gone to United Family Healthcare instead of a public hospital!"

Lin Langqing quickly whispered words of comfort:

"We'll go next time."

Thinking that he might run into Lin Xiaoman again, Lin Langqing made up his mind that he would never come to this hospital again.

Her laughter just now made him feel like she was mocking him.

I'll spend a little more money if it's for peace and quiet.

Thanks to Qin Xiu's efficient management, a qualified and robust male nanny, Mr. Wang, officially started his job.

What no one expected was:

On the first day, the problems began to emerge.

In the morning, Mr. Wang carried a water glass and pills into the bedroom, his footsteps making a loud "thump-thump" sound, as if there was an earthquake.

He slammed the tray onto the bedside table with a thud, his booming voice piercing through Lu Tingzhao's lingering sleepiness:

"Chairman! Wake up! It's time for your medicine!"

Lu Tingzhao's brows furrowed instantly.

In the past, when Lin Xiaoman came in, she would always be quiet and would first listen to his breathing to judge whether he was awake, speaking softly.

Master Wang is incredibly strong. When I helped him up, it was like moving a sack. I had no idea how to guide or use his strength.

What made Lu Tingzhao's stomach churn even more was that before helping him to the restroom, Master Wang would always habitually and loudly clear his throat with a "cough—spit!"

...Lin Xiaoman always carried a faint scent of orange blossom. Her hands were very steady, and her movements were always accompanied only by the rustling of fabric and gentle prompts.

In the afternoon, Mr. Wang tried to "tidy up" his desk.

As a result, Lu Tingzhao's most frequently used Braille pen was stuffed into the very back of the pen holder. He habitually fumbled for the place where he would put the paperweight... and it was empty. Several important Braille documents were also moved out of order.

When Lu Tingzhao demanded with a stern face that he restore it to its original state, Master Wang panicked, knocked over a water glass, and muttered under his breath:

"Oh dear...they all look pretty much the same to me..."

Lin Xiaoman would never make such a basic mistake... She even remembered the angle at which he placed each book.

Throughout the day, the manor was filled with Master Wang's dragging footsteps, heavy breathing, and various other noises.

As Lu Tingzhao sat there silently, his fingers tapping on the armrest... it was a habitual little gesture he made when he felt anxious.

Master Wang did not react at all.

But if it were Lin Xiaoman, she would immediately understand, and then she would quietly get him a hotter cup of tea, or gently turn on the vinyl record he often listens to.

At night, Master Wang's deafening snoring even penetrated the walls.

Lu Tingzhao lay on the spacious bed. In the pitch-black silence, the gaps in their daily lives, which Lin Xiaoman had carefully and patiently filled in, were now exposed with unparalleled clarity, turning into a dense mix of regret and longing that gnawed at his nerves.

For the first time, he realized so clearly:

The girl's existence was like a soft light source tailor-made for his dark world.

She not only took care of his physical needs, but also silently comforted his soul.

And now, he has driven that light away with his own hands.

Lu Tingzhao sat up abruptly, facing the endless darkness, and for the first time felt an unbearable...loneliness.

In this moment of utter silence...

"Thump...thump...thump..."

A deep, rhythmic simulated heartbeat suddenly rang out, followed by a hoarse, sinister male voice echoing through every corner of the bedroom via surround sound:

"...He pushed open the slightly ajar door, and a strong smell of rust mingled with... the smell of blood! He turned around abruptly, and a deathly pale face was almost pressed against his nose..."

It was the classic suspense novel he often listened to, "Midnight Corridor"! And it just so happened to be playing the most chilling chapter!

Lu Tingzhao was stunned.

If his remaining sense of time is correct, it should be midnight now?

"Turn off the sound!"

He gave the order in a deep voice.

The bedroom instantly returned to silence.

But just as he lay back down, trying to dispel the image of that "pale face" from his mind, less than ten seconds later...

"...He felt a cold hand rest on his shoulder..."

The vivid and engaging broadcast started again, brimming with emotion, and the air seemed to drop a few degrees.

In the dead of night, the effect is comparable to being there in person.

If he hadn't been suffering from insomnia, he would definitely be waking up from a nightmare right now!

A name flashed into Lu Tingzhao's mind in an instant... Lin Xiaoman!

She alone has the highest level of access to all the smart home appliances in this room.

Only she would listen to this novel, and... she knew that he hated being disturbed when he was falling asleep!

This must be her revenge on herself for firing her!

Using this childish yet precise method of attack, they kept him from having any peace!

The slight annoyance and subtle longing I felt earlier due to the comparison have vanished completely thanks to this "repeated ghost story."

A nameless anger surged within him; he could almost picture that woman grinning smugly on the other side of the screen.

"Lin, Xiao, Man!"

He squeezed out those three words through gritted teeth.

This troublemaker, even after she's gone, she still has to announce her existence in this way!

Meanwhile, in the ward of the First Municipal Hospital, the air was filled with disinfectant, medicine, and a hint of fatigue.

The suppressed coughs of the family member in the next bed, the regular beeping of the medical equipment, and the occasional footsteps in the corridor...

All of this trapped Lin Xiaoman, who was in a light sleep.

She curled up in the hard chair, a world apart from the soft, comfortable bed in the nanny's room at the Lu family manor.

Good heavens, she's only been away for a few days, and she's already developed a taste for luxury and comfort at the Lu family's house? Before, in this kind of environment, she could just fall asleep the moment her head hit the pillow!

Unable to fall asleep no matter how much she tossed and turned, Lin Xiaoman sighed, fumbled for her earphones, put them in, and skillfully opened the audiobook app on her phone.

Among the list, the suspense novel "Midnight Corridor," which she and Lu Tingzhao had listened to many chapters of together, was prominently displayed.

I opened my latest listening history, trying to dispel the surrounding noise with the familiar voice.

The instant she pressed play, a notification popped up on her phone screen:

[A speaker device under the same account is detected running this content. Do you want to synchronize playback and add it to the playlist?]

Still half asleep, Lin Xiaoman didn't think twice and instinctively clicked on the "Agree" option.

As her fingertips touched the screen, she even vaguely felt that the narration of the novel coming through her headphones was more emotionally resonant and immersive than she remembered…

The villain's low, hoarse chuckle was like breathing right next to her ear!

She subconsciously turned up the volume, completely unaware that her unintentional action had remotely taken over the "horror scene" in a manor's master bedroom.