The blind boss's nanny

With my brother's temper, there's no way he'd go and invite him himself.

And so, this series of events unfolded.

Lu Tingzhou suppressed his excitement and regained his usual calm and composure.

"Okay, then we'll do as you say, brother. I'll talk to her and explain that this is mainly for the stability of Yuanbao and Azhe."

Lu Tingzhao nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned his face back to the window.

But Lu Tingzhou keenly noticed that the oppressive aura surrounding his elder brother seemed to have dissipated considerably.

He left the study and gently closed the door behind him.

The corridor was quiet.

Lu Tingzhou took a few steps, and finally couldn't help but loosen his tie, letting out a long sigh of relief, and revealing the first truly relaxed smile on his face in days.

Get it done.

He could finally focus on his own things without worrying about his older brother being left without anyone to take care of him.

Next, we'll see how the nanny, who is kept in the dark and still firmly believes she is "caring for a brain-damaged patient," continues her inexplicably harmonious daily life with her employer, whose "unpredictable mood swings stem from hardware malfunctions."

Thinking about this, Lu Tingzhou suddenly felt that the days to come would probably be very interesting.

Just then, Lu Tingzhao suddenly heard his elder brother in the room call out to him.

"Tingzhou, let me talk to her myself."

Lu Tingzhou was slightly surprised, but quickly nodded:

"Okay. Shall I go and call her over now?"

Lu Tingzhao's handsome, thin lips pressed into a straight line, and he remained silent for a moment.

"Need not."

He finally spoke, his voice lower than before.

"Ask her... to come with me for a walk by the lake."

Lin Xiaoman was genuinely taken aback when she received the invitation.

She glanced at the sky, then stole a look at the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen, and whispered a reminder:

"Chairman, it's almost time for dinner. It's getting windy and a bit chilly outside."

But as soon as she spoke, she remembered her new mission—to take care of this patient whose emotions were unstable due to hardware problems, and to meet his needs and soothe his emotions was her top priority.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

She immediately changed her tune, speaking in a gentle tone.

Lu Tingzhao didn't bring Yuanbao this time, only an ebony cane.

Lin Xiaoman walked naturally to his side, hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out her right hand to gently support the outside of his free left forearm.

Lu Tingzhao's body stiffened slightly, but he did not refuse.

The path leading to the artificial lake was quiet, with only the faint sound of the wind rustling through the bare branches and the sound of two people's footsteps passing each other.

Speechless all the way.

Lin Xiaoman couldn't help but secretly observe his profile.

The man's expression was calm and indifferent, even more so than usual.

Her heart was pounding; she couldn't figure out why he had suddenly taken a walk, but she didn't dare to ask him rashly.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky a gentle orange-pink, and the soft light enveloped the two of them, bringing a touch of visual warmth.

But the wind in the late autumn evening had already developed sharp edges, scraping against the exposed skin. Lin Xiaoman shivered slightly. Almost without thinking, she subconsciously reached out and took off the scarf around her neck.

She tiptoed and naturally slipped the scarf around Lu Tingzhao's neck, trying to shield him from the wind.

Just as the scarf was about to touch his skin...

Lu Tingzhao suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist!

His movements were quick and sudden, and the force was not light.

The burning heat from my palms seeped through my skin, accompanied by a defensive tension.

"What are you going to do?"

He turned his head to face her, his brows furrowed, his voice carrying a clear sense of resistance and wariness.

This action, this expression, instantly pulled Lin Xiaoman back to that chaotic night... He was the same way, wary and angry, shaking off her touch several times.

But this time, Lin Xiaoman did not feel disappointed or sad.

Instead, a strange calm and understanding took hold of her.

She recalled Lu Tingzhou's words... "He can't control himself."

So she simply smiled, her eyes crinkling, her voice soft and gentle in the wind:

"Chairman, it's windy and a bit cold outside. I'd like to shield you from the wind."

He was still holding her wrist, their warmth mingling.

Lu Tingzhao seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then as if realizing that he had overreacted, he slowly loosened his grip on his fingers.

He turned back, his tone returning to its deliberate aloofness, even becoming colder and harder:

"Thank you. I'm not cold."

"Oh, okay."

Lin Xiaoman readily complied without feeling embarrassed, smoothly wrapping the scarf back around her neck as if the little incident had never happened.

What she didn't know was:

The moment she approached, Lu Tingzhao's heart pounded like a rapid drumbeat in his chest.

He knew, of course, that it was cold outside, and that it was almost lunchtime.

But he insisted on coming out and walking to this open lakeside because he felt the indoor space was too cramped.

When he was alone with her in the same room, the faint scent of orange blossom on her body always permeated his mind, making it impossible for him to think clearly.

He needed a cool breeze, an open space, and the crisp air to blow away those annoying smells and feelings that disturbed his peace of mind.

However, just a second after she leaned over, the warmth of her body and her unique scent, along with the scarf, enveloped him completely.

Almost instinctively, he braced himself and grabbed her hand.

It wasn't because of disgust, but because... the impact of that aura was too strong, so strong that it made him feel a strange, dangerous loss of control.

Even now, her presence seemed to linger in the air around him.

The cold wind couldn't dispel it; instead, it made the warm fragrance even clearer.

His body remained tense, and all he could hear besides the sound of the wind was the pounding of his own heart.

The young nanny beside him was completely unaware of all this chaos and turmoil.

The two finally reached the lakeside.

With no trees to block the view, the north wind swept across the ice without hindrance, swirling up fine, withered leaves, and the chill seemed even greater than on the way there.

Lin Xiaoman carefully guided Lu Tingzhao to sit on a bench sheltered from the wind, and then sat down next to him, about half a person's distance away.

She shrank her neck, buried half her face in her warm scarf, and stared at the ripples on the lake surface stirred by the wind, without saying a word.

She only hoped that the man beside her could finish his business soon so she could return to the warm, bright main house filled with the aroma of food.

Time passed slowly in the silence and the cold wind.

Just as Lin Xiaoman began silently counting the fallen leaves at her feet, estimating the time for dinner, the man beside her finally spoke.