The blind boss's nanny

He never imagined that the kindness represented by those cold numbers flowing from his fingertips would cross mountains and rivers, ultimately coalescing into a concrete, vibrant person...

At that moment, the nanny was standing behind him.

The subtle "snip" of the scissors continued in the silence.

With his eyes closed, Lu Tingzhao seemed to see a little girl from many years ago, abandoned on a snowy night, who grew up tenaciously in the Sunshine House.

The funds he donated may have provided her with a full meal, a winter coat, a textbook, or even... supported her through a crucial juncture in her life.

A strange warmth quietly washed over my heart.

It wasn't a condescending sense of charity, but rather a profound, fateful echo.

He suddenly felt incredibly fortunate.

Fortunately, those donations, which may not have been made with pure intentions or were even just routine, inadvertently provided her with shelter.

Fortunately, among the countless anonymous recipients of help, it was she who, carrying the mark of that warmth, traversed the vast sea of ​​people and came to his side.

Even more fortunately, at this moment, he could hear with his own ears how those cold numbers transformed into warm gratitude and trust in her words.

This belated realization has given those acts of kindness, which were once merely symbolic, a clear and precious weight for the first time.

It turns out that the willow branch planted unintentionally can indeed provide shade.

And that shade was now gently enveloping him, carrying the warmth of her fingertips and the burning sincerity in her words.

Lin Xiaoman gently supported the man's chin with one hand to fix the angle, and with the other hand, she held a razor and, starting from the sideburns, shaved away the foam and stubble little by little along the contours of his face.

The blade felt cool and sharp against her skin, but she controlled the pressure just right, only causing a slight, itchy scratching sensation.

Lu Tingzhao closed his eyes, feeling the trajectory of the blade, feeling her breath so close to his, feeling Yuanbao's warm embrace...

A sense of peace and intimacy enveloped him.

"alright."

After the final gentle shave, Lin Xiaoman used a warm, damp towel to carefully wipe away the remaining foam and stubble from his face, her movements gentle.

She stepped back and carefully examined her "work".

His neat short hair and clean jawline made his already outstanding features appear even more deep and three-dimensional. Even with his eyes closed, he exuded a calm and handsome aura.

"Perfect!"

She couldn't help but give herself a small compliment, her tone light and satisfied.

Lu Tingzhao slowly opened his eyes. Although there was still nothing in front of him, he could feel the coolness on his cheeks and neck and smell the clean scent of mint and orange blossom on her body.

"Thanks."

He said in a low voice.

Lin Xiaoman, who was tidying up her tools, suddenly looked up and stared incredulously at the man in front of her...

This is Lu Tingzhao, who always has his chin slightly raised, speaks in a cold tone, and is always aloof.

He actually... said "thank you" to her?

Lin Xiaoman was stunned for several seconds. Her first thought was: she should take a small notebook and write down what auspicious day it was.

The slight shock made her move a beat slower. It wasn't until Lu Tingzhao gripped his cane, preparing to stand, that she snapped back to reality and her gaze fell upon him—

Oops!

I was so caught up in expressing my admiration and gratitude that I completely forgot to adjust the angle of my barber's smock! Those fine, black hairs were falling here and there at the open collar of his shirt, on his neck, and even further down…

Lu Tingzhao's exposed skin, pricked by the tiny hairs, had turned a light red, faintly showing signs of oxygenation.

"Chairman, please don't move!"

Lin Xiaoman almost didn't think twice before grabbing his shoulder.

Before Lu Tingzhao could even ask, she grabbed a clean, dry towel from the side and lunged at him.

"Chairman, it's alright, leave it to me! It'll be done soon!"

She leaned very close, starting with his neck. With one hand, she gently parted the collar of his shirt, while with the other, she carefully wiped away the annoying stray hairs with a towel.

Some stubble was stuck tightly to her skin and couldn't be wiped off with a towel, so without thinking, she moved closer, pursed her lips, and gently blew on that patch of skin...

"call--"

A warm, moist breeze brushed against the skin on the side of his neck.

!!!

Lu Tingzhao's back straightened instantly, as if a slight electric current had passed through it, and his spine stiffened for a moment.

"Chairman, don't move."

Unaware of what was happening, Lin Xiaoman subconsciously increased the pressure on his shoulder with the hand that was pressing down on it.

Lu Tingzhao sat stiffly, feeling that the itching sensation where the air current had just passed had not disappeared, but instead transformed into a more hidden and scorching flame that burned down his spine.

And this is just the beginning.

Lin Xiaoman continued her movements downwards. Her fingertips, through the thin towel, traced his collarbone and chest...

Then, we arrived at the most dangerous place...

Her gaze fell on his trouser leg, where some stray hairs had also gathered.

"There are some here too..."

She muttered to herself, and naturally knelt down on one knee, her gaze level with his waist.

She first tried wiping the area with a towel, but the cotton and linen fabric was soft, and the stray hairs were embedded in the fibers, so the effect was minimal.

She frowned, then simply tossed aside the towel and stretched out her fingertips to try and pick up the tiny stubble of hair.

But they seemed to be deliberately defying the grain, clinging firmly to the fabric and remaining motionless.

"Why is it so sticky..."

She was a little annoyed, and subconsciously moved closer, gently blowing a few breaths into the area, trying to blow them away.

The warm breath, even through the thin fabric, clearly enveloped a certain area.

It is quietly awakening there, gathering its strength.

Lu Tingzhao took a breath, tensing all the muscles in his body to their limit.

The veins on the back of his hand, which he placed on the armrest, were faintly visible.

Feeling like sitting on pins and needles. Feeling like having thorns in one's back.

Every second felt infinitely long, and every inch of skin enveloped by her gaze and breath felt like it was being silently burned.

Lin Xiaoman tried several times but failed.

She raised her head somewhat dejectedly, her gaze pure and troubled, completely unaware of how disastrous her posture and angle of view were.

"Chairman, how about..."

She proposed what she considered the simplest and most direct solution.

"Would you like to take your pants off?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she finally met Lu Tingzhao's face.