The blind boss's nanny

He proactively extended his arm slightly towards her.

Lin Xiaoman immediately understood, stood up with a smile, took his arm, and her tone became lighter:

"Let's hurry back! The oxtail is getting cold!"

"Um."

Lu Tingzhao followed her lead and began to walk.

After dinner, Lu Tingzhou, holding a teacup, was about to continue the conversation with his older brother that had been interrupted on the phone.

"Brother, about that project report you mentioned on the phone earlier, regarding the deadline..."

Lu Tingzhao had just stood up when he heard this, and without even raising his eyelids, he calmly cut him off:

"Just send the project report to my email."

Lu Tingzhou: "???"

His hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with confusion.

Just now, who was it that ordered him on the phone to "explain in person"? And now it's "just send an email"?

Isn't this emotional fluctuation curve a bit too steep? Even with Lu Tingzhou's meticulous mind, he couldn't quite keep up with his older brother's jumping rhythm.

Lu Tingzhao, leaning on his white cane, was already walking towards the study.

"Lin Xiaoman, come to the study."

Inside the study.

A month later, Lin Xiaoman stepped into this space filled with the scent of paper once again.

Everything seemed unchanged; the files on the huge desk were still neatly stacked, except that there seemed to be a few more stacks of folders and reports than before.

Lu Tingzhao sat down behind his desk and gestured for Lin Xiaoman to sit opposite him.

He took out two copies of the contracts that Qin Xiu had just sent him and pushed them in front of her.

"Same as before, for a period of six months."

His voice rang out in the quiet study, devoid of warmth, but clear and distinct, spoken slightly slower than usual, presumably to ensure she heard each word.

"All the basic terms remain unchanged, but one more clause has been added—"

He paused, then slightly raised his face to "look" in her direction.

"Don't lie to me anymore."

Lin Xiaoman's heart tightened. Just as she was about to make a solemn promise, she heard the man add, his tone even more somber than before:

"You cannot hide anything from me about yourself, your identity, your past... nothing related to you."

Lin Xiaoman paused, her fingers holding the pen. This supplementary clause sounded... a bit too broad.

She's just here to work, to take care of his life, and to help with some tasks.

What she needs to guarantee is honesty and professionalism at work, but her personal identity, past... these seem to have gone beyond the boundaries of the employment relationship.

Even between parents and children, lovers and partners, everyone should have their own inner corner and unspoken past.

After thinking about it, she decided to be honest and express her concerns.

She phrased it tactfully, but her meaning was clear.

Lu Tingzhao, sitting in the main seat, remained silent for a moment.

He doesn't give off a friendly vibe; he has an overly strong sense of boundaries. Even when he's just sitting there quietly, he exudes an aura of disdain for everyone else.

Lu Tingzhao knew that his request was somewhat excessive, even... domineering.

The next second, his voice regained its usual calmness.

My expression may not be accurate enough.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, his hands clasped together.

"But I want you to understand that I don't want things to happen like before... because of a lack of information, leading to unnecessary misunderstandings and... conflicts."

Looking at his expressionless yet unusually serious face, Lin Xiaoman suddenly understood, recalling Lu Tingzhou's words about "frontal lobe damage" and emotional instability.

Patients may lack a sense of security and need clearer and more comprehensive information to establish a sense of stability and avoid triggering their condition due to the unknown.

This could probably be considered a special type of care need, right?

Her heart softened, and she nodded, her tone becoming gentle yet firm:

"I understand what you mean. Chairman, please rest assured that I will not hide anything from you regarding the work of taking care of you, or anything related to it. I will do my best to make you feel at ease."

Lu Tingzhao could tell from her insistence and concession.

He gently rubbed his fingers together under the table, and finally nodded slightly.

"it is good."

Lin Xiaoman opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

"Do you still have any concerns?"

Lu Tingzhao keenly noticed her hesitation.

"I……"

Lin Xiaoman shook her head.

"I have no concerns, it's just..."

She took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and suggested in as tactful yet clear a tone as possible:

"Perhaps... I should call the second young master in, or... Aunt Mei would also be fine."

Lu Tingzhao understood what she meant.

She has a criminal record. He, on the other hand, is a completely invisible "vulnerable person".

In this private space, with only the two of them signing the contract, he was at a disadvantage due to the information asymmetry from any perspective.

A complex emotion swept through Lu Tingzhao's heart.

He had already investigated her thoroughly. From her background and experiences to the evaluations of each of her jobs, even including the existence of that scumbag Lin Langqing... Qin Xiu had already sent her all the information.

Aside from the harmless lie about her age, her so-called "criminal record" is as clean as a blank sheet of paper, and her excessive hard work even makes her seem... pitiful.

So, when Lin Xiaoman frantically rummaged through her bag for her ID card and then turned on the screen reader on her phone to read the document information to him word by word...

"Lin Xiaoman, female, date of birth..."

Lu Tingzhao's face didn't show any extra expression. The information he already knew by heart flowed from her tense and serious voice, but it carried a strange warmth.

"...The registered address is..."

"That's fine."

Just as she was about to finish reading the lengthy address, Lu Tingzhao calmly interrupted her.

Lin Xiaoman stopped and looked at him somewhat nervously.

"I trust you."

He simply said four words in a flat tone.

This trust came somewhat suddenly, and Lin Xiaoman was stunned for a moment. Then, her heart warmed, and her nose even felt a little sore.

It feels so good to be trusted, especially after she had messed up once before.

She nodded vigorously, even though she knew he couldn't see her.

Lin Xiaoman picked up the pen and solemnly signed her name at the end of both contracts.

After the contract is signed, you also need to put your fingerprint on it.

Lin Xiaoman took out the box of seldom used red inkpad from her desk drawer, opened the lid, and the rich aroma of the inkpad faintly diffused into the air.

"Chairman, you need to leave your fingerprint here."

She gently prompted him, pushing the inkpad box to his side. Worried that he couldn't see it, she naturally reached out and gently covered his right hand, which was resting on the edge of the table.

Lu Tingzhao's fingertips trembled slightly.

Her palm was warm and dry, with a reassuringly soft strength, enveloping the back of his hand and guiding his index finger slowly toward the inkpad.

His fingertips sank into that cold, sticky red mass.

"alright."

Lin Xiaoman's voice was very close, her breath almost brushing against his ear.