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

Driver Xiao Wang had just pressed the clutch, preparing to shift gears.

Shen Huai stood next to the stone lion, pushing the old-fashioned bicycle. He turned the handlebars and handed it to the gatekeeper, Xiao Li.

Before Xiao Li could even catch it properly, Shen Huai had already strode over to the black Shanghai-brand sedan, opened the back door, and bent down to get in.

The space inside the carriage is already limited.

Grandma Shen sat on the far left, and Su Nianhe sat in the middle.

As Shen Huai squeezed in, Su Nianhe could only lean towards Old Madam Shen, but her right thigh was still pressed tightly against Shen Huai's trousers.

Hearing the noise, Old Man Shen in the passenger seat turned his head to look back.

"Xiao Huai, what are you doing up here?" the old man asked in a loud voice.

"Go to Warehouse No. 3 in the East Suburbs to check machine parts." Shen Huai said calmly, casually giving a location name. "If it's on the way, have Xiao Wang give me a ride."

Driver Xiao Wang sat in the driver's seat, nodding repeatedly as he gripped the steering wheel.

Xiao Wang didn't dare to ask too many questions. He was puzzled. The East Suburb Warehouse was several kilometers away from the textile factory. Technician Shen usually rode his bicycle there by himself. Why was he suddenly riding in the mayor's car today?

The car started smoothly and drove out of the municipal party committee compound.

In June, the morning wasn't even the hottest time, but with a few people sitting in the carriage, it quickly became stuffy and hot.

Su Nianhe was wearing that old plaid shirt, her hands neatly placed on her knees.

The man's body heat seeped through the fabric, making half of her body stiff.

Grandma Shen didn't notice how close the two of them were underneath. She was in a good mood today and started chatting with Su Nianhe.

"Girl, is there a river in your Liuhe Village?" the old lady asked.

"No," Su Nianhe replied honestly. "It's called Liuhe Village. Actually, there's an old willow tree at the entrance of the village, and next to it is a nearly dried-up pond. We usually have to fetch water from the next village."

"That's too much trouble." Old Mrs. Shen patted her thigh, her voice brimming with pride. "Our Xiahe Village is different. It truly lives up to its name. A small river runs through both ends of the village. Our old Shen family house is at the end of the village, right in front of that river. In the summer, the river water is cool and refreshing. You can move a small stool to sit at the door, and the breeze will blow over you—it's so comfortable."

Su Nianhe listened with envy on her face.

She couldn't even get enough to eat in Liuhe Village, let alone live a comfortable life.

"Are there any fish in the river?" Su Nianhe asked casually.

"Yes! Not only fish, but also wild ducks." The old lady chuckled. "Tomorrow, Grandma will go to the river to catch two fish, and then I'll make you some flatbread."

The two chatted enthusiastically.

Shen Huai leaned back in his chair with his long legs spread wide, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, without uttering a single word.

In fact, he had already pulled his right hand out of his trouser pocket and silently slid it along the edge of the seat to cover Su Nianhe's left hand, which was resting on her knee.

The man's hands were large and calloused.

Su Nianhe was startled, and her breath caught in her throat.

She tried to pull her hand back, but Shen Huai wouldn't allow it. He forced his fingers between hers, and they intertwined.

Old Man Shen was sitting in the front row, and Old Woman Shen was sitting next to him on the left.

Su Nianhe didn't dare to make any big moves and could only let him hold her hand.

This person is incredibly audacious.

He not only held her hand, but his thumb also gently rubbed the back of her hand, down her finger bones, and finally stopped on her ring finger and pinched it lightly.

Su Nianhe's cheeks flushed an unnatural red, but to hide it, she forced herself to continue the old lady's conversation.

"Does Grandpa know how to fish with a net?" Su Nianhe's voice trembled.

"Him?" Old Mrs. Shen raised her voice. "Besides yelling and cursing, what else can he do! Ask him to go fishing with a net, and he'd fall into the river himself without catching anything!"

Old Shen, who was in the front row, was hard of hearing. At this moment, he could only hear the old woman laughing behind him and caught a glimpse of the word "fish".

The old man turned around and shouted, "Why buy fish! Didn't I bring peanuts home? Who wants to buy fish!"

Grandma Shen rolled her eyes, too lazy to explain to the old man, and whispered in Su Nianhe's ear, "Ignore him, he's getting more and more senile as he gets older."

The car drove out of the city and onto a dirt road leading to the suburbs.

The road surface was full of potholes, and the carriage began to shake violently.

After passing a large ditch, the car suddenly tilted to the right.

Caught off guard, Su Nianhe lost her balance and crashed to the right.

This was the opportunity Shen Huai had been waiting for.

He loosened his clasped hands, stretched out his long arm, and directly embraced Su Nianhe's slender waist, pulling her steadily into his arms.

Su Nianhe's nose bumped against Shen Huai's hard chest, filled with the refreshing scent of soapberry.

"Be careful." Shen Huai looked down at her, his tone calm and composed, revealing no trace of personal feelings, but rather a serious, businesslike demeanor.

Su Nianhe quickly straightened up in her chair and whispered, "Thank you, Technician Shen."

Shen Huai did not withdraw his hand; it remained loosely around her waist.

Whenever the car bumps, his palm will firmly press against it.

Grandma Shen was also quite shaken up and didn't notice where her eldest grandson's hand was at all.

"Xiao Wang, slow down, this road is too bumpy," the old lady complained.

"Okay, all right." Xiao Wang stepped on the brake and slowed down. "We'll be at the East Suburbs intersection soon. Technician Shen, Warehouse No. 3 is on the left side of the fork in the road; we need to turn right. Can I park at the intersection for you?"

"Okay," Shen Huai readily agreed.

The car stopped at the fork in the road.

Shen Huai withdrew his hand from behind Su Nianhe's waist and pushed open the right-side car door.

Before getting off the bus, he leaned inside, seemingly to retrieve his briefcase from the seat.

Taking advantage of this action, he leaned close to Su Nianhe's ear, lowered his voice, and whispered a sentence that only the two of them could hear.

"Eat more, wait for me."

The man's warm breath brushed against her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

Su Nianhe's body tensed up, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, and she didn't dare to lift her head.

Shen Huai straightened up and closed the car door.

"Grandpa and Grandma, please drive carefully," Shen Huai greeted through the car window.

The old man waved his hand from the passenger seat: "Go check your parts!"

The car restarted, spewing out a cloud of black smoke from the exhaust pipe, and drove along the dirt road on the right towards Xiahe Village.

Shen Huai stood at the intersection, watching the car drive away, one hand in his trouser pocket.

There was no such thing as checking parts at Warehouse No. 3 in the eastern suburbs.

He was originally going to He Jianjun's place today to hand over the project proposal he had agreed to yesterday, and also to check what household items he needed at the borrowed courtyard.

I got on the bus just now purely to take a closer look at her and, incidentally, to find out exactly where she'd been these past two days.

He hadn't waited two minutes by the dirt road when a dilapidated jeep came from the city and stopped in front of him, honking its horn.

He Jianjun, wearing sunglasses, leaned out of the car window.

"Old Shen, get in the car! What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere this early in the morning instead of drawing at home?"

Shen Huai opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and tossed his briefcase onto the dashboard.

"I'm taking my grandparents back to the village and hitching a ride along the way," Shen Huai said casually.

He Jianjun chuckled: "When did you, Technician Shen, become so filial, even dropping someone off halfway? I bet you're dropping off your sister-in-law!"

Shen Huai leaned back in his chair, too lazy to pay attention to his teasing, and cut straight to the point.

"The project proposal is in my bag. Go check out the yard you borrowed first, see if anything is missing, and buy it all at the supply and marketing cooperative this afternoon."

Upon hearing the plan, He Jianjun's eyes lit up, and he quickly hugged his briefcase to his chest.

"Alright! I had the yard cleaned spotless yesterday, and the water and electricity are all connected. Your sister-in-law will definitely be very comfortable living here."

The jeep turned around and drove back towards Jiang City.

On the other side, in the municipal party committee's car.

A seat became available next to Su Nianhe, and she finally didn't have to feel so reserved anymore.

But the warmth of the man's hand still lingered in her palms and waist.

"Girl, why is your face so red? Is it too stuffy in the car?" Grandma Shen noticed her pale complexion and reached out to touch her forehead. "Don't get sick from the heat."

"It's nothing, Grandma," Su Nianhe quickly shook her head. "I just got a little carsick from the bumpy ride."

"Xiao Wang, roll down the window to let some fresh air in," said Old Mrs. Shen.

The breeze blowing in from the window finally cooled down the heat on Su Nianhe's face.

After driving for another hour or so, the scenery on both sides of the road completely changed into vast fields and forests.

The car finally stopped at the entrance of a village.

Su Nianhe pushed open the car door and got out, taking a deep breath.

Xiahe Village looks much richer than Liuhe Village. Most of the houses are red brick and tile houses, and there are several naked children playing at the entrance of the village.

"Come on, little girl, Grandma will take you home." Old Mrs. Shen carried an empty sack and walked ahead.

Old Shen followed behind, leaning on his cane, while the driver, Xiao Wang, helped him take the things out of the trunk.

Walking along the dirt road in the village, passing through most of the village, you reach the end of the village.

Just as the old lady had said, a clear stream flowed around the end of the village.

There is a spacious farmhouse by the river, with red brick walls and black tiles. Two large poplar trees are planted in front of the gate, and their shade completely covers the entire courtyard.

"Uncle, Aunt, you're finally back!"

A middle-aged woman in her fifties, wearing a floral blouse and carrying a broom, ran out of the courtyard.

These are Shen's relatives in the village, who usually help take care of the old house.

"Guihua, how many peanuts have you picked?" Grandma Shen asked.

"They've pulled half of them out. Several of the village's nimble-handed aunties are working in the fields." Guihua, with her sharp eyes, spotted Su Nianhe following behind. "That girl is really pretty. Auntie, is she a relative from the compound?"

"She's hired; she's hardworking. I brought her here to help harvest peanuts for two days," Grandma Shen explained.

Guihua looked Su Nianhe up and down.

Su Nianhe was wearing old clothes, but her fair skin and plump figure stood out among the group of women in the village who were exposed to the elements.

"Oh my, with that figure, she doesn't look like someone who does manual labor," Guihua teased with a smile.

Su Nianhe felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so she took the broom from Guihua's hand.

"Auntie, I'm strong and can do the work. Where's the land? I'll go pick peanuts right now."

"No rush, no rush." ​​Old Mrs. Shen pulled her back. "You must be tired from the long journey. Have some water and rest first. Guihua, go to the backyard and pick a couple of tomatoes."

Su Nianhe was pressed down onto a bamboo chair in the courtyard by the old lady.

The wind blowing across the river, carrying moisture, was much cooler than in Jiang City.

She drank the cool boiled water that Guihua had brought her, and looked at the small river outside the courtyard.

I wonder what Shen Huai is doing now.

The man said he would pick her up the day after tomorrow.

She just hoped these two days would pass peacefully so she could get her wages and quickly return to Jiang City to start her grand plan of setting up a stall.