The voluptuous and beautiful nanny, Technician Shen fell for her.

Su Nianhe stood on the threshold of the inner room, touching the gold necklace around her neck, listening to the conversation between the two men outside, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Shen Huai was too good to her, so good that it felt unreal to her.

She grew up in Liuhe Village and was used to men's selfishness and brutality.

Shen Huai treated her as a serious person, giving her gifts, buying her clothes, and even taking care of her desire to make money.

He Jianjun quickly brought over a few plaid shirts.

Shen Huai took it, checked the fabric, and found it to be soft and breathable enough before handing it to Su Nianhe.

"Go to the inner room and try it on."

Su Nianhe stood still, clutching the clothes.

"What? Do you want me to change it for you?" Shen Huai took a step forward.

Startled, Su Nianhe quickly turned around and shoved into the inner room, slamming the door shut.

He Jianjun watched from the sidelines, thoroughly amused.

"Old Shen, I never knew you could be so caring," He Jianjun said in a low voice. "But, how will you manage things with Uncle Shen and Aunt Liu?"

"My affairs are none of anyone else's business."

Shen Huai's voice was calm, yet it conveyed absolute control.

He Jianjun knew his temper and didn't ask any more questions.

He grinned and held up two fingers: "Old Shen, even brothers keep accounts clear. This chain weighs a lot, so I'll give it to someone else for two hundred, but I'll give it to you for one hundred and eighty."

Shen Huai kicked him, signaling him to keep his voice down.

If Su Nianhe heard this, she would have to say no again.

Shen Huai pulled out a stack of ten-yuan notes. "Thanks."

The inner room.

Su Nianhe took off her faded old jacket and put on the red and black plaid shirt that He Jianjun brought.

The fabric of the clothes is indeed good; it feels soft against the skin, and the size is slightly larger, just enough to cover her impressive curves, unlike the old clothes that were too tight.

She pushed open the door and went out.

Shen Huai's gaze fell on her.

Wearing new clothes, Su Nianhe looked less shabby like a country nanny and more refreshing like a city girl.

But her face remained beautiful and radiant.

"Wrap these up," Shen Huai said to He Jianjun, turning to him.

After paying the bill, Shen Huai pushed his bicycle and led Su Nianhe out of the mahogany door.

The sunlight outside was still blinding.

"Get in the car." Shen Huai braced himself on one foot.

Su Nianhe obediently sat in the back seat and reached out to wrap her arms around his waist.

Bicycles weave through the alleyways.

Su Nianhe pressed her face against his back, listening to his steady heartbeat through the thin shirt.

At the corner, Shen Huai suddenly stopped.

Su Nianhe tugged at the collar of her old jacket, trying to hide the eye-catching golden peony inside.

Seeing her guilty look, Shen Huai grabbed her wrist.

"What are you hiding?"

"It's too flashy," Su Nianhe said softly. "I'm not used to it."

Shen Huai released his hand, placed his large palm on her neck, and slid his thumb along her collarbone, finally stopping on the golden peony.

"Su Nianhe, you are now my girlfriend, Shen Huai's girlfriend." He looked at her face. "From now on, there will only be more of this kind of thing, so get used to it. At least, it doesn't matter how you act in front of me, remember that."

Su Nianhe has met all sorts of men in her life, most of whom are either full of filth or honest and simple.

Only Shen Huai.

He usually seems so cold, but in front of her he's so domineering, forceful, and aggressive, yet he genuinely showers her with the best of everything.

To find a partner.

She silently repeated those three words in her heart.

If this is a dream, she hopes she can wake up later.

Su Nianhe gave a soft "hmm" and wrapped her arms around Shen Huai's waist again.

This time, she didn't just wrap her arms around him loosely; instead, she pressed closer to him.

Her cheek rested against the man's back through his white shirt.

Shen Huai rode his bike with a barely perceptible smile on his lips. He pedaled harder, making the bike go incredibly fast.

"Remember to pick up the box tonight."

The man's voice drifted away on the wind.

Su Nianhe buried her face even deeper.

"understood."

Because it takes time to travel back and forth.

On the way back, the sun was setting, and the trees cast long shadows.

Moreover, with people coming and going in the afternoon, Su Nianhe insisted on walking by herself.

It was almost four o'clock when I got back to the municipal party committee compound.

The Shen family's living room was quiet.

Liu Huizhen went out to play mahjong in the afternoon, Wang Liping and the others went to work, and Aunt Wang held Shen Ping'an in her arms and rested in the shade of a tree in the backyard.

Su Nianhe tiptoed into the living room, and just as she was about to slip back into her maid's room to change her clothes, Shen Huai grabbed her wrist.

He dragged her straight into the first-floor bathroom and locked the door with a click.

The bathroom was cramped, with only a sink and a half-length mirror.

Su Nianhe was pinned against the door.

"Shen Huai..." she called out his name in a panic, her hands pressed against his chest.

Shen Huai didn't give her a chance to dodge and pressed down on her directly.

The golden peony flower, positioned between the two, caused a slight stinging sensation.

"It's broad daylight!" Su Nianhe was so anxious she was almost crying.

"What's wrong in broad daylight?" Shen Huai asked in a hoarse voice, lowering his head to sniff the crook of her neck.

The aroma fermented in the confined space, so sweet that it made one lose all reason.

He opened his mouth and, through her blue floral-patterned jacket, bit the fabric of her shoulder.

Su Nianhe's legs went weak, and she slid down the door panel.

Shen Huai swiftly grabbed her slender waist and lifted her up.

"I couldn't hold back anymore when I was with He Jianjun just now." Shen Huai's breath was hot, and his thin lips were close to her earlobe. "You were wearing the chain I bought you, it looked amazing."

Su Nianhe gripped the shoulders of his white shirt with both hands, her knuckles tightening.

"Someone will come..."

"Nobody's here."

Shen Huai lowered his head and accurately captured her lips in his mouth.

Unlike the restraint shown behind the water tower at noon, this kiss was filled with intense possessiveness and eagerness.

Su Nianhe's mind went blank, and she could only passively endure it.

The sweet fruity scent mingled with the soapy smell of the man, enveloping her completely.

Until they heard Aunt Wang's footsteps outside the door.

"Nianhe? Nianhe, you're back? Ping'an's hungry, quickly make some formula!"

Su Nianhe pushed Shen Huai away forcefully, panting heavily, her lips swollen and red.

Shen Huai's chest heaved violently, and his breathing was somewhat erratic.

"I...I have to go feed Ping An." Su Nianhe straightened her disheveled clothes and hurriedly stuffed the golden peony into her jacket.

Shen Huai raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth and took a half step back.

"Go ahead," he said, his voice hoarse.

Su Nianhe unlocked the door, lowered her head, and rushed out.

Shen Huai leaned against the sink, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water on his hands, but it couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart.