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

Grandma Shen stared at the two people in front of her.

He stood ramrod straight, with a calm expression, and even the cuffs of his white shirt were neatly rolled up; he didn't look like he had almost slipped.

The other one had its head down, its hands clasped in front of it, its fingertips still flushed red, and even the base of its ears were completely red, like a startled quail.

The old lady has lived for over seventy years and has seen more salt than they have eaten rice. How could she not see through this little trick?

She didn't expose them on the spot, but simply pushed the half-basket of peanuts in her hand aside and patted the yellow mud off her hands.

"Alright, the sun is getting stronger, let's not pick them anymore." The old lady stood up. "Xiao Huai, Nian He, let's go home."

Old Shen, still clutching a half-opened peanut shell, turned his head and shouted, "Why aren't you picking any more? This basket isn't even full yet!"

The old woman glared at him: "If you want to pick them, pick them yourself here! With your old arms and legs, don't get heatstroke and blame others. Let's go."

After saying that, the old woman tucked the empty sack under her arm and started walking towards the end of the village.

Shen Huai walked naturally to Su Nianhe's side and picked up the bamboo basket that was half full of peanuts.

"Let's go." His voice was steady, and his steps were neither hurried nor slow.

Su Nianhe followed beside him, her heart pounding. She felt that the old lady's glance just now was meaningful.

The three of them walked back to the old house.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, Old Mrs. Shen threw the sack onto the woodpile and pointed to the main room.

"Go inside. Nianhe, go and close the door."

Su Nianhe's heart skipped a beat. She obediently walked over and closed the two wooden doors of the main room, leaving only a crack for ventilation.

The light inside dimmed, and it became a little cooler.

Grandma Shen walked to the octagonal table and sat down, slamming her palm-leaf fan heavily on the tabletop.

"Shen Huai, you'd better tell the truth." The old lady got straight to the point, her voice not loud, but carrying the authority of an elder. "What exactly happened between you and this girl? Did you end up having an affair while washing your hands by the river?"

Su Nianhe stood by the door, too scared to even breathe.

Shen Huai, on the other hand, remained quite composed.

He placed the bamboo basket in the corner, walked to the octagonal table, pulled out a long bench, and sat down, his long legs casually spread out.

"Nothing much. As you can see, she's my girlfriend."

After he said that, the room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Su Nianhe suddenly raised her head, completely unexpected that he would admit it so bluntly.

Old Man Shen was leaning against the octagonal table peeling peanuts when half a peanut shell fell onto the table with a "thud".

His hearing, which is sometimes good and sometimes bad, was unusually sharp at this moment.

"Your girlfriend?" Old Shen craned his neck forward, his voice booming, "Xiao Huai, you're saying this girl is your girlfriend?"

Shen Huai sat on the bench, relaxed, and nodded.

Yes. You heard me right.

Grandma Shen slapped her thigh and laughed so hard that all the wrinkles on her face smoothed out.

The old lady stood up, walked a few steps to Su Nianhe, grabbed her hand, and looked her up and down.

"Oh dear, I knew it!" The old lady pointed at Shen Huai. "A couple of days ago, you sent someone back to the village, insisting that I stay in the compound with your grandfather for a couple of days. The moment I stepped into the compound, I could tell the way you were looking at this girl was off. You always have a cold face towards every girl, but with her, you practically glare at her!"

Su Nianhe stood by the door, her cheeks burning red, and called out helplessly, "Grandma."

"Good, very good." The old lady nodded with satisfaction, her voice bright and clear. "Going back three generations of our Shen family, who didn't toil in the muddy fields of the countryside? Your parents have only had a few days of comfortable life in the city, and they've already forgotten who they are. I don't care about their stupid rules about matching social status."

Old Man Shen nodded repeatedly in agreement, "That's right! This girl is honest and kind; she looks like she'll bring good fortune to the family. She's a hundred times better than those arrogant girls in the compound!"

The elderly couple beamed with joy at the prospect of having a great-grandson.

Shen Huai stood up, walked to the octagonal table, picked up the thermos and poured himself a glass of water.

"Grandma, I'm telling you this today because I need your help." Shen Huai held up his water glass. "You know my dad's temper, plus he has high blood pressure. If I just bring her to him and say, 'This is the wife I'm going to marry,' his blood pressure won't be able to handle it. After you two go back to the city, give him some fresh air first."

Grandma Shen understood and pulled Su Nianhe to sit down on the rattan chair.

"You're afraid your dad will get sick from anger, but you don't want to make this girl suffer by secretly dating you, right?"

Shen Huai put down his water glass and said calmly, "Yes. She's timid and lives in fear every day in the compound."

"Most importantly, I don't want her to have to sneak around at home and suffer from my mother and sister-in-law's gossip because of me. Since we're dating, we should be open and aboveboard."

Upon hearing these words, Su Nianhe's heart trembled violently.

She looked up and met Shen Huai's gaze.

He had planned everything, getting her out of the Shen family, arranging for her in a new courtyard, and even bringing the old couple into the city—all to pave the way for her.

"Alright, Grandma's got this sorted out," Grandma Shen assured, patting her chest. "But your dad's got a stubborn streak; once he's made up his mind, nothing can change it. At most, I can guarantee I'll pass the message over so he's mentally prepared and doesn't end up in the hospital from anger. As for whether he'll agree, that's another story."

"As long as he doesn't end up in the hospital, that's fine." Shen Huai was satisfied with the result. "I'll handle the rest myself."

Grandma Shen liked Su Nianhe more and more as she looked at her, and she took her hand and began to chatter: "Girl, don't be fooled by his serious appearance now, he's actually full of ideas. He's a bit older than you, but as men get older, they become more caring. Don't look down on him."

Su Nianhe felt ashamed after being told that, and replied softly, "Grandma, I don't mind."

Shen Huai, standing to the side, twitched when he heard the phrase "getting older means being more caring."

His gaze fell on Su Nianhe's fair face, then swept over her slender waist.

She's only eighteen, which is a bit young. She needs to be well cared for, otherwise her small body won't be able to handle it if things get really tough.

Grandma Shen was overjoyed and stood up to walk outside.

"I'm so happy today, Grandma's cooking herself! Go kill that old hen in the backyard and make soup for you!" The old lady was in a hurry. "You two, don't just stand there, go outside for a walk. Xiao Huai, take her to get acquainted with the neighborhood. Living in a high-rise building for too long is really stifling, not to mention your mother and that sister-in-law are always giving people attitude."

Su Nianhe quickly stood up: "Grandma, I'll go help you start the fire."

"I don't need you!" The old lady pushed her directly towards Shen Huai. "I'm going to the field to call Guihua back to start a fire. You young people go play!"

After the old lady finished speaking, she pushed open the door and went out.

Only Shen Huai and Su Nianhe remained in the main room. Old Man Shen had already slipped away to the backyard to check on his vegetable garden.

Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

The old lady forcibly dragged Guihua back from the peanut field, still holding a muddy hoe in her hand.

"Auntie, what's the rush? We haven't finished picking the peanuts yet!" Guihua said as she walked, wiping her sweat with the towel draped around her neck.

The old lady pointed to Shen Huai and Su Nianhe standing at the entrance of the main room, and smiled so broadly that her eyes disappeared from her mouth.

"Stop pulling it, go kill the chicken. Xiao Huai brought his girlfriend back."

Guihua followed the old lady's finger and froze on the spot.

Shen Huaizheng naturally took Su Nianhe's hand.

The two stood together; the man was tall and imposing, while the woman was fair-skinned and plump.

Guihua's mind went blank for a moment, and she broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

Yesterday, she was still dragging Su Nianhe along, insisting on introducing her son, Da Niu, who could carry two hundred pounds of wheat.

So that girl not only has a boyfriend, but he's also the grandson of the Shen family, a high-ranking official in the city!

Guihua threw down her hoe, took two steps at a time, and walked up to Shen Huai, her smile more like a grimace.

"Xiao Huai, your auntie was just being silly and joking with Nianhe. Please don't take it to heart," Guihua said, rubbing her hands together as she explained.

Shen Huai looked at the osmanthus, his tone calm, but his words were barbed.

"Auntie, you've gone to a lot of trouble. Da Niu is indeed capable, eating three big bowls of rice in one meal. However, Su Nianhe has a small appetite and can't eat that much rice. She can just drink some porridge with me."

Guihua was so choked up that she couldn't say a word, and slunk away into the kitchen to boil water and kill the chicken.

Shen Huai turned his head, looked at Su Nianhe, and tilted his chin out slightly: "Let's go, I'll take you to the back mountain."

Su Nianhe followed him out of the courtyard.

The mountain behind Xiahe Village is not high, and a dirt road winds its way up to it.

On both sides were dense forests, and cicadas chirped incessantly in the trees.

Shen Huai walked ahead, taking small steps, just enough for her to keep up.

After climbing a steep slope, the village houses were no longer visible.

Shen Huai stopped and turned around.

Su Nianhe was looking down at the road and didn't notice him stop, so she bumped into him.

My forehead bumped against his sturdy chest, the air thick with the refreshing scent of soapberry.

She covered her head and took half a step back.

Shen Huai reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

"Don't you look where you're going?" He looked down at her, his voice low.

"You were walking perfectly fine, why did you suddenly stop?" Su Nianhe pressed her hands against his shirt, her heart pounding.

Shen Huai didn't answer, his gaze fixed on her rosy lips.