The blind boss's nanny

Lin Xiaoman admitted to herself that when she first took on this job, she did feel a brief, instinctive attraction and flutter in her heart when faced with such a strikingly perfect body.

But as time went on, the daily washing, massage, and changing of clothes... those skin contacts gradually became "programmed" and "task-oriented".

In her mind, Lu Tingzhao gradually transformed from "a very charming disabled man" into a "chairman" who needed her to take care of him in every way, while she was the professional "Sister Lin".

During that initial period of adjustment, they found a tacit balance.

Aside from the night he angrily dismissed her, things were different; before that, the two maintained clear boundaries and there had never been any trouble.

But this time, it's only been one day since I came back.

This professional defense that she thought was already solid was easily torn open by a small accident.

The air was filled not only with moisture and fragrance, but also with something invisible and restless that disturbed her peace of mind.

Lu Tingzhao seemed to loosen his grip on her wrist for a moment, but he didn't completely let go.

He "gazes" at her, a complex emotion flickering in the depths of his unfocused eyes, like an assessment, or perhaps a... tentative concession.

"so,"

He spoke again, his voice carrying a deliberately maintained calm, yet beneath which lay a hidden expectation.

"If this matter... makes you feel embarrassed or bothered, I can have Qin Xiu rearrange things and let you leave. You don't need to worry about the penalty for breach of contract."

He spoke bluntly, even with a touch of cold-hearted decisiveness. It was as if this were simply a matter of adjusting an employment relationship, giving the other party a choice.

However, the very next second after he finished speaking...

"Need not!"

Lin Xiaoman blurted it out almost without thinking, her voice clear and crisp.

She used a little force to free her wrist from his grasp... This time he didn't hold on tighter.

She took a small step back, creating a more "professional" conversational distance.

Her back was ramrod straight, and the lingering blush on her face had not completely faded, but her bright eyes had already regained their sparkle.

"Chairman, you don't need to test me like this."

She took a deep breath, her tone serious, even carrying a hint of resentment at being looked down upon.

"As I just said, this is my dereliction of duty. What I should reflect on and improve is my work attitude and emergency response, rather than backing down when faced with a little 'special situation'."

"I am a professional nanny and caregiver."

Lin Xiaoman continued, her gaze openly meeting his. Although she knew he couldn't see, she still habitually conveyed sincerity through her eyes.

"My professional competence includes the ability to handle various physical conditions and needs of my employers. What you just experienced is a normal physiological phenomenon, which I fully understand and will not cause any unprofessional thoughts or emotions."

She paused, seemingly organizing her thoughts for more precise language:

"If I were to leave over something like this, it would not only be a denial of my own professional abilities, but also a denial of you and the foundation of our previous cooperation. I believe I can handle this and continue to be competent in this job."

His words were clear, powerful, and logically sound, completely stripping away personal emotions and leaving only a calm, objective, and professional analysis.

It was as if the person whose ears were flushed and whose heart was pounding just moments ago was not her at all.

Lu Tingzhao stood still, his body beneath his bathrobe stiffening for a moment.

His expression remained unchanged, still cold and indifferent.

But if Lin Xiaoman could read the subtle fluctuations deep in his eyes at this moment, she might have noticed a moment of surprise, which was then replaced by a deeper and darker emotion.

Of course he didn't want her to leave.

Lu Tingzhao felt a strange sense of irritation... Her businesslike and unyielding attitude made his almost confrontational reminder seem like a punch landing on cotton.

But more than anything, there was a quiet, growing joy that almost broke through his cold, hard exterior...

Lu Tingzhao's lips twitched slightly.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice returning to its usual calm:

"Very good. Remember your words."

The man's tone suddenly changed as soon as he finished speaking, becoming unusually serious and earnest.

"Lin Xiaoman, I want you to repeat yourself: no matter what happens, you will not leave."

Lin Xiaoman was bending down, rearranging the belt around his bathrobe, his fingers deftly tying a tight and neat knot.

Upon hearing this, she paused slightly in her work, not giving it much thought, simply assuming that this was a clear promise needed by the employer who was extremely dependent on her and perhaps lacked a sense of security due to "brain damage".

She looked up at his sharply defined profile, deliberately softening her voice:

"I promise you, Chairman. No matter what happens, as long as you need me, I will be here and do my job well."

The gentleness in his tone was like ripples spreading across water, slowly seeping into people's hearts in circles.

Lu Tingzhao raised his hand, his slender fingers slowly stroking his jawline, where a trace of the slight itch from when her hair accidentally brushed against him remained.

Where she couldn't see, the man's usually cold and aloof lips finally couldn't help but curve upwards into a clear arc.

Lin Xiaoman packed everything up and prepared to say goodbye and leave as usual, returning to her "nanny's room," which was actually as comfortable as a five-star hotel, her private domain.

"Good night, Chairman."

She walked to the door and grasped the cold brass doorknob.

"etc."

A man's voice came from beside the bed, not loud, but it made her stop moving.

He remained seated on the edge of the bed with his back to her, his posture appearing somewhat aloof.

"Before you,"

He paused, seemingly recalling something, his tone flat and emotionless.

"Didn't you say... you wanted to sleep on the sofa here?"

Lin Xiaoman was stunned, her memory suddenly pulled back to when she had just arrived at the manor.

It seems... that's indeed the case.

At that time, it was purely out of professional habit that blind employers might need nighttime care, plus I was new to this top-tier wealthy family and had little experience, so I thought that I would be like some employers who needed nighttime care in the past and would need to be on standby nearby.

But later, after witnessing the manor's sophisticated smart call system and personally enjoying the "nanny's room" next door—which featured a private bathroom, a comfortable double bed, and even a small balcony with a view...

The joy of soaking in the jacuzzi for half an hour every night while watching TV and rolling around freely on the soft bed has long since made her forget about any "caregiver consciousness".

Although I had long since given up on the idea of ​​sleeping on the sofa, no matter how luxurious it was, it couldn't compare to my own big bed!

But her professional ethics compelled Lin Xiaoman to reflexively ask, feigning respect, a question:

"Yes, Chairman, if you need someone to stay with you at night, I can sleep on the sofa."