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

Su Nianhe pressed her back against the cold wooden door, and only when she heard the crisp sound of the lock clicking shut did her heart finally settle back down.

The room was quiet, with only the chirping of cicadas outside the window penetrating through the glass.

The place is filled with the scent of Shen Huai, the clean and refreshing smell of soapberry, and the unique aroma of wood from the old villa.

Su Nianhe didn't bother to look at the room's furnishings. She touched the doorknob to make sure it was locked before quickly walking to the desk by the window and putting down the basin of water.

Several thick stacks of mechanical blueprints were neatly piled on the desk, along with a few open foreign language books.

Next to it was a small glass bottle that had been washed clean.

With her back to the door, Su Nianhe began to wipe her entire body with a cool towel to cool down.

In the living room downstairs.

Shen Huai stood beside the mahogany sofa, holding a black telephone receiver in his hand.

The call was from the workshop director of the textile factory, reporting on the debugging status of the newly arrived batch of machine tools.

"Okay, double-check the parameters. I'll come over this afternoon." Shen Huai said calmly before hanging up the phone.

He raised his hand and glanced at the Seagull watch on his wrist. Ten minutes had passed since Su Nianhe went upstairs.

Shen Huai walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

The stairs in the old building are quite old, and they make a slight sound when you step on them.

Reaching the end of the corridor, Shen Huai stopped outside his room.

He renovated his room himself, and the soundproofing is excellent; you can't hear anything coming from inside if you stand here.

He didn't presumptuously reach for the doorknob; he simply stood quietly outside the door.

My mind is filled with uncontrollable images.

Right now, the girl is in his room, on his property.

The familiar, sweet, fruity scent seemed to waft through the crack in the door, lingering around his nose.

Shen Huai felt his throat was extremely dry, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed against his pocket.

He knew he was acting very strangely; a highly educated engineer was being disturbed by a country maid.

This was completely beyond his comprehension and common sense.

The idea that food tastes better when you're full is completely contrary to physiology.

What if she lied?

What if she wasn't just an ordinary country girl, but was hiding a secret, or was a spy?

Does the biological father she mentioned, who wanted to sell her to a fifty-year-old man for a bride price, actually exist?

Shen Huai has always believed only in solid data and facts.

He couldn't let a woman with an unknown background and such a strange secret stay in the Shen family without any defenses.

He turned around, quickly walked down the stairs, picked up the bicycle keys from the entryway cabinet, and pushed open the door to leave the yard.

He needs to find someone to investigate.

The head of the security department of the textile factory was his former comrade-in-arms. He could use his connections to check the household registration records of Liuhe Village in Qingxi County, Yunnan Province, without much trouble.

He needed to know Su Nianhe's background; he couldn't wait even a day longer.

Su Nianhe stayed in the room for almost twenty minutes.

She walked to the door, took a deep breath, and placed her hand on the doorknob.

"Click".

The door opened.

Su Nianhe had just taken one step when she froze in place.

Two people were standing in the corridor, watching her with a leisurely air.

Wang Liping wore her newly bought floral dress, crossed her arms, held her chin high, and looked smug, as if she had caught someone red-handed.

Standing next to her was Liu Huizhen, her brows furrowed and her face looking very unwell.

"Mom, see? I wasn't wrong!" Wang Liping's shrill voice shattered the silence of the corridor. "In broad daylight, she, a cook and nanny, was sneaking around in my brother-in-law's room, and even locked the door from the inside! If word gets out, where will the Shen family's reputation be?"

Liu Huizhen looked Su Nianhe up and down, her gaze lingering on Su Nianhe's ill-fitting, oversized shirt for a few seconds.

Although she was satisfied that Su Nianhe was taking good care of her grandson, the girl was beautiful and had a truly alluring figure—an incredibly slender waist and an eye-catchingly voluptuous body. If she developed other intentions in the Shen family and became restless, she absolutely could not be allowed to stay.

"Xiao Su, what are you doing here?" Liu Huizhen asked sternly, her face stern.

Su Nianhe's palms were sweating with fright, and she gripped the basin tightly with both hands, stammering as she explained, "Aunt Liu, Technician Shen asked me to come up and tidy up the room. He said he messed up the blueprints last night..."

"Do I need to lock the door when I'm cleaning the room?" Wang Liping took a step forward, pressing aggressively. "I think you're just trying to seduce Xiao Huai because he's young and promising! I've seen plenty of women like you from the countryside, trying to climb the social ladder just because you're pretty."

As Wang Liping spoke, she moved closer.

As the two drew closer, Wang Liping sniffed and her expression changed.

"What's that smell on you?" Wang Liping fanned herself with disdain, her eyes turning suspicious. "Why do you smell so strongly of fruit? What were you doing in there?"

Su Nianhe's head buzzed, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Her eyes reddened with anxiety, and she forced herself to calm down.

"Yes...yes, I'm safe." Su Nianhe's voice trembled as she managed to squeeze out an excuse, "I go to the market every day, and maybe the fruit at the fruit stand ripens quickly in the summer, and it accidentally got on my clothes."

"Stop making up lies!" Wang Liping didn't believe her at all and reached out to pull at Su Nianhe's clothes. "How can fruit have such a strong smell if it's not cut open? Tell me honestly, did you steal the money for groceries to eat some fruit?"

Su Nianhe was so frightened that she stepped back, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Alright!" Liu Huizhen interrupted Wang Liping's actions.

Liu Huizhen rubbed her temples in annoyance.

"Running to the market every day, eating three meals a day, it's normal to pick up some of the smell." Liu Huizhen glanced at Wang Liping.

Wang Liping was scolded by her mother-in-law in front of her. Her face turned red and white, and she gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Liu Huizhen put on a stern face and said in a harsh tone, "Xiao Su, you've been in our house for a few days now. I don't care what kind of behavior you had back in the countryside, but now that you've entered the Shen family, you have to abide by the Shen family's rules."

Su Nianhe lowered her head and repeatedly replied, "I know, Aunt Liu."

"We pay you such a high wage so you can work, not steal," Liu Huizhen said bluntly and harshly. "If you have any inappropriate thoughts, you'd better put them away now. If I find out you're dishonest or have any moral issues, you're fired immediately, understand?"

Su Nianhe gritted her teeth, forcing back the tears welling up in her eyes, and nodded heavily: "I understand, I would never dare to have any other thoughts."

Seeing that she had said enough, Liu Huizhen stopped talking and turned to go downstairs.

Su Nianhe felt as if she had been granted a pardon.

Fortunately, on the day she arrived at the Shen family, Liu Huizhen disliked her because of her shabby clothes and didn't get too close to her.

Wang Liping usually avoids her like the plague.

She usually keeps her distance from them even after she's full, so they never noticed that she always carries this natural fruity scent. Otherwise, they definitely wouldn't have gotten through this ordeal today.

Su Nianhe was still shaken.

I don't know how much longer I'll have to endure these anxious and fearful days.