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

Su Nianhe's legs went weak, and she slid down the cold door panel to sit on the wooden floor. She could no longer hold back her tears, which fell in large drops.

She didn't dare to look up at Shen Huai, her hands tightly gripping her faded trouser legs, her shoulders shaking with sobs.

"Don't send me away..." Her voice was barely audible, with a thick nasal tone. "Technician Shen, please, please don't tell Aunt Liu. If I'm sent back to the village, my father will beat me to death. He's going to sell me to an old man who's almost fifty..."

She pleaded incoherently, her tears growing more and more heartbroken.

Shen Huai looked down at her.

The girl was curled up in a ball, her cheeks streaked with tears, and the tip of her nose was bright red. She looked extremely pitiful.

His fingers tightened around the glass bottle.

He originally wanted to find out what was going on, but seeing how badly she had been bullied, the words he was about to ask stuck in his throat, and he couldn't bring himself to say them.

This is, after all, a young woman's privacy.

"Alright, stop crying." Shen Huai casually placed the glass bottle on the desk, his voice softening. "I won't tell anyone."

Su Nianhe was stunned, forgetting to wipe away her tears. She looked up at him, her eyes, still wet with tears, filled with disbelief.

"real?"

"When have I ever lied to anyone?" Shen Huai felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, so he looked away and his eyes fell on a stack of drawings next to him.

Su Nianhe was so grateful she didn't know what to do. She stood up, leaning on the doorframe, and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, Comrade Shen. You're such a kind person. I'll definitely work harder in the future and take good care of Ping An so she can grow up healthy and plump..."

"Don't thank me yet," Shen Huai interrupted her.

He turned his head, his gaze returning to her. His eyes traveled down her flushed cheeks, across her ill-fitting, oversized shirt, and his mind drifted uncontrollably back to last night.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he spoke as if possessed: "Keep it a secret, but on one condition."

After saying that, he became annoyed, wondering what was wrong with him.

Su Nianhe nervously gripped the hem of her clothes: "What are the conditions?"

Shen Huai took a half-step closer, and the oppressive feeling brought on by his tall figure made Su Nianhe even hold her breath.

"From now on, you are only allowed to eat your fill in front of me."

Su Nianhe stared wide-eyed, completely bewildered by this strange request.

Shen Huai had no intention of explaining.

He just felt that since this girl would hide after eating, this kind of reaction absolutely could not be discovered by the rest of the family.

He was doing this to observe her, and also for the sake of the Shen family's reputation, Shen Huai told himself.

"Did you remember?" he emphasized.

Su Nianhe didn't dare to refute, nodding like a chick pecking at rice: "I'll remember."

Until noon.

The sun was scorching, and the leaves on the trees outside were curled up at the edges.

The Shen family members were having dinner at the restaurant.

Aunt Wang was in the children's room trying to put the fussy Shen Ping'an to sleep and hadn't come over yet.

Su Nianhe was eating alone in the kitchen, holding a large bowl.

We had braised pork for lunch today, and the aroma was irresistible.

She had only drunk half a bowl of porridge in the morning, and now she was starving. She filled a large bowl with rice, poured two spoonfuls of meat broth on it, and was about to feast.

The kitchen curtain was lifted, and Wang Liping walked in carrying an empty bowl, her face long and drawn.

She slammed the empty bowl into the sink, glanced sideways at the large bowl in Su Nianhe's hand, and sneered repeatedly: "Our Shen family hires maids, not gluttons. You don't do much real work all day, yet you eat more than two grown men. Are you a reincarnated starving ghost?"

Su Nianhe was so startled that she dropped the piece of meat she had just picked up back into the bowl.

She stood up awkwardly, her face flushed, pushed the bowl towards the center of the table, and explained in a low voice, "Sister-in-law Wang, I... I didn't eat much this morning."

"You skipped breakfast and then gorged yourself at lunchtime?" Wang Liping persisted, looking her up and down at her undeniably good figure, her jealousy almost overflowing. "You eat so much and it all goes to that shameful place, aren't you ashamed?"

These words were so harsh that Su Nianhe's eyes welled up with tears, and she lowered her head, not daring to retort.

She put down her chopsticks and bowl, took a step back, and didn't even dare to look at the bowl of rice anymore.

In the living room outside.

Shen Huai sat at the dining table, listening to everything that was happening in the kitchen.

He put down his chopsticks and stood up.

"Xiao Huai, where are you going?" Liu Huizhen asked.

Shen Huai didn't say anything, picked up the plate of braised pork that was still mostly on the table, and went straight to the kitchen.

Wang Liping was still rolling her eyes in the kitchen when she saw Shen Huai bring in the dishes. Her expression changed, and she put on a smiling face: "Xiao Huai, what brings you in? Is the food not to your liking? I'll have this girl make it for you again..."

Shen Huai didn't even glance at her.

He walked past Wang Liping to the small square table and, with a "clatter," pushed the plate of braised pork in front of Su Nianhe.

"Finish eating." Shen Huai's tone was calm, but it carried an undeniable force. "Ping An still needs your help. Who will be responsible if he gets thin from hunger?"

The kitchen was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Wang Liping's face turned from red to white, then from white to green, looking extremely unsightly.

She gritted her teeth, glared fiercely at Su Nianhe, turned around, and swayed her hips as she walked out of the kitchen.

In the restaurant.

Wang Liping plopped down in a chair, panting heavily with anger.

Seeing that her expression was off, Shen Tao quickly asked, "What's wrong? Who are you upset with?"

"Who else could he be with!" Wang Liping lowered her voice, her tone full of resentment. "Your good brother brought almost a whole plate of braised pork into the kitchen and fed it all to that maid! I think he's been completely bewitched by that vixen!"

Liu Huizhen frowned: "Liping, what nonsense are you talking about? Xiao Huai values ​​Ping An and wants Xiao Su to be well-fed and take good care of the child. With so many wet nurses, who can take good care of the child?"

Despite saying that, Liu Huizhen also felt strange.

The youngest son usually hates meddling in other people's business, but today, for the first time ever, he went to check if the nanny had eaten enough. Yet, she still complained about her eldest daughter-in-law not having enough milk. She's really useless.

In the kitchen.

Su Nianhe stared at the plate of braised pork in front of her, at a loss for what to do.

The space wasn't large to begin with, and Shen Huai showed no intention of leaving.

He leaned against the sink, arms crossed, his gaze fixed unabashedly on her.

"Sit down and eat."

Su Nianhe swallowed hard, and under the man's gaze, slowly sat back down on the stool.

She picked up her bowl, took out her chopsticks, and put a piece of braised pork into her mouth.

Rich but not greasy, soft, sticky and sweet.

Hunger overcame reason; she lowered her head and began to shovel food into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out, like a little squirrel guarding its food.

Shen Huai just stared at her.

Watching her slender neck slide as she swallowed, and seeing the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.

The absurd request resurfaced in my mind—that he could only eat his fill in front of me.

Watching her fill her belly little by little, Shen Huai felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

He desperately wanted to know what she was hiding.

Two large bowls of rice and half a plate of braised pork were quickly devoured.

Su Nianhe put down her chopsticks and wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

I ate too much.

My stomach felt warm, and the heat spread throughout my body via my blood.

Less than ten minutes later, that familiar burning sensation arrived right on time.

Su Nianhe frowned uncomfortably.

The sweet, fruity aroma wafted through the air, growing stronger and stronger.

Shen Huai straightened up and his Adam's apple bobbed violently twice.

Su Nianhe felt weak all over under his gaze, and her face turned so red from the heat that it looked like it was about to bleed.

"Shen, Technician Shen..." Her voice trembled.

Shen Huai stepped forward, looking down at her. They were so close they could feel each other's heat.

He raised his hand, pointed upstairs, and said coldly in a hoarse voice, "The room you're staying in isn't well soundproofed from the storage room. Someone could come looking for you at any time. If you don't want anyone to know, go to my room."

Su Nianhe was stunned. After realizing what he meant, she turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp.

"Xiao Huai!"

Liu Huizhen's voice came from outside, "What are you doing in the kitchen? Come out quickly, the factory is calling for you."

Shen Huai withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, and turned to walk out of the kitchen.

Su Nianhe stood still.

She gritted her teeth, recalling the dark look in Shen Huai's eyes before he left, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Wait until the talking outside subsides.

Su Nianhe scurried up the wall like a thief to the second floor.

The corridor was quiet.

Her face flushed, she went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of cold water, walked to the end of the corridor, and pushed open the wooden door.

He slipped inside.

With a "click," the door locked from the inside.