The blind boss's nanny

Lin Xiaoman seemed to understand, but the truth was too bizarre for her to confirm immediately.

Until Lu Tingzhao got up without saying a word, leaned on his white cane and walked towards the elevator, gesturing for Lin Xiaoman to follow;

Until she followed him to that spacious but cold bedroom on the sixth floor;

Until, in front of her, he used voice commands to bring up the playback history, and there it was—familiar audiobook chapter titles and late-night playback records…

Lin Xiaoman had no choice but to believe that her relaxing midnight hours this month had actually been "shared" with her former employer, disturbing his sleep.

A deathly silence permeated the luxurious bedroom.

She remembered that there were quite a few sleeping pills in his bedside table; he had never actually been a good sleeper.

Lin Xiaoman took several deep breaths before mustering her courage, her voice becoming soft and weak with embarrassment and apology:

"Chairman, I had absolutely no knowledge of this matter."

She spoke with difficulty.

"I thought all device permissions were removed after I left the company last time. I didn't know my audiobook account was still linked to the speakers in your room... I'm really... very sorry for the trouble this has caused you."

Her head drooped lower and lower, almost burying itself in her chest, and the tips of her ears were tinged with a blush of shame.

This time it wasn't an excuse; it was genuine panic and guilt.

However, her sincere apology allowed Lu Tingzhao to keenly grasp a more crucial fact that he had overlooked...

"In other words,"

His voice suddenly turned somber.

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"You knew absolutely nothing about this from beginning to end?"

Lin Xiaoman twisted the hem of her clothes with both hands, nodded vigorously, then remembered that he was blind, and hurriedly spoke up:

"I know this sounds like an excuse, but this time it's not a lie! I assure you! I haven't thought about you since I left here..."

Lu Tingzhao remained silent.

He faced the direction from which her voice came, his brow slowly furrowing.

A strange sense of unease, mixed with a deeper sense of loss, surged violently into his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

It turned out to be the case.

She didn't mean to.

Those "late-night harassments" that kept him tossing and turning, annoyed him, and vaguely connected him to something secret were not her deliberate teasing or testing, nor were they meant to attract his attention.

It was just a damn, ridiculous technical blunder.

She wasn't harassing him.

It's not that I want to establish a connection with him.

Also, she may have already forgotten about her!

Lu Tingzhao silently turned around, picked up his white cane again, and his movements were colder and harder than usual.

The subtle atmosphere that briefly flowed in the conference room has vanished, replaced by an even greater sense of estrangement than when they first met.

"Alright, you can go now."

The man's voice was devoid of emotion, yet it carried a clear message of dismissal.

Lin Xiaoman was caught off guard by this sudden, icy attitude.

Even though the misunderstanding has been cleared up, why is he even angrier?

Before she could think it through, seeing the sky outside the window gradually darkening, she quickly suppressed her doubts, stepped forward, and unconsciously adopted a pleading tone:

"Chairman, now that things have been clarified, could you please arrange a car to take me back to the city? It's getting late."

Lu Tingzhao stopped at the bedroom door without turning around.

There are no cars available right now.

He answered crisply and decisively, without even offering a decent excuse.

"All vehicles have been arranged."

Lin Xiaoman was taken aback and tried to persuade him:

"Um... can I ride that mountain bike in the garage? I can transfer the money for the bike to you..."

She remembered that Lu Xingyuan had cycled over there once, and now it was covered in dust.

"no."

He interrupted her, his profile unusually cold and stern.

"If you're in a hurry, you can walk back the way you came and try your luck on the main road."

Walking? It's a 6.6-kilometer private road, and once you get out, it's still a remote suburb?

Lin Xiaoman stared at his retreating figure in disbelief, a surge of grievance mixed with anger welling up inside her.

Is the man in the conference room just now the same person as the cold and aloof man in front of me?

The warmth and reverie that had just blossomed in her heart because of that "exclusive romance" was doused with ice water by him before it could even take root, freezing, cracking, and then disappearing completely.

As expected, Lu Tingzhao is still the same Lu Tingzhao.

Unpredictable moods, capricious, cold and indifferent.

What just happened was probably just a game he played on a whim, and I almost took it seriously—how ridiculous!

Lin Xiaoman took a deep breath, suppressing all her surging emotions, and when she spoke again, her voice had returned to calm:

"Okay, I understand. No need to trouble you."

After saying that, she stopped looking at him, walked straight past him, and strode towards the stairs.

The sound of footsteps echoed clearly in the empty corridor.

Lu Tingzhao stood there, listening to her footsteps gradually fade into the distance until they disappeared.

His knuckles, which were gripping the white cane, were slightly white.

A faint scent of orange blossom seemed to linger in the bedroom, but it would soon dissipate completely.

Just like her, she came, stirred up a pool of water, and then easily and without hesitation turned and left.

He couldn't even find a decent reason to keep her.

The twilight outside the window pressed down heavily.

Just when Lin Xiaoman thought she would be sleeping on the streets that day, two bright headlights pierced the deepening twilight, and a familiar black top-of-the-line Tesla drove into the manor gate.

It's Lu Tingzhou's car!

She practically ran to the car that had just stopped.

"Second Young Master!"

Lu Tingzhou got out of the car and, seeing it was her, a clear hint of surprise flashed across his usually nonchalant face. He casually closed the car door, his gaze lingering on her for a moment:

"Is it you?"

The man's eyes narrowed slightly.

"My older brother... finally managed to get you back?"

His tone even carried a sense of relief, as if "the problem has finally been solved."

Lin Xiaoman quickly shook her head, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists, her tone urgent:

"No, Second Young Master, are you going back to the city later? Could you... give me a ride?"

Looking at the undisguised anxiety on her face and the panicked desire to escape, Lu Tingzhou's interest gradually grew, which had been dull on his face.

He leaned against the car door, and asked leisurely:

"Giving you a ride is no problem. But you have to tell me first—"

He paused, his gaze sharp.

"What happened? What did my older brother do to you again?"

Lin Xiaoman couldn't care less about anything else at that moment; she just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

She pursed her lips and briefly recounted the events of the past two days: being forced to stay, Lu Tingzhao inviting the author "Sangeng," and the subsequent unexpected turn of the other party due to a blunder involving the audiobook software, which led to their cold refusal to send a car.

In the end, his tone inevitably carried a hint of grievance and confusion.