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

The red brick walls of the municipal party committee compound were scorching hot under the summer sun.

Su Nianhe carefully followed behind Li Cuihua, carrying an old canvas bag.

Li Cuihua slowed her pace, turned her head, and lowered her voice to instruct, "This compound is inhabited by important people; there are strict rules. I know you're a quick and efficient girl, but..."

Her gaze swept downwards, landing on Su Nianhe's faded floral short-sleeved shirt. The clothes were old, the fabric lacked elasticity, and given her plump figure, it looked as if the buttons might burst open at any moment.

Li Cuihua sighed, "Your figure is too eye-catching. When you're working, try to keep your chest down a bit, don't upset the master. The Shen family values ​​conduct above all else, do you understand?"

Su Nianhe's cheeks flushed, and she gripped the bag strap tightly with both hands, nodding repeatedly: "Don't worry, Auntie, I will definitely be careful. I will never go back to the village."

She ran away because her father wanted to marry a widow and have a son. If she were sent back, her father might actually sell her to the nearly fifty-year-old factory director's second son.

As they were talking, the iron gate of a small Western-style house with a yard in front of them was pushed open.

A man walked out towards us.

His facial features were well-defined, with high brow bones, a straight nose, and thin lips pressed tightly together.

He was very tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. He wore a crisp white shirt tucked into dark trousers, looking upright and dignified.

He was holding a brown paper document bag in his hand and looking down at his watch.

Hearing footsteps, the man looked up.

Their eyes met.

Feeling guilty, Su Nianhe subconsciously shrank back, wanting to hunch her shoulders as Li Cuihua had suggested.

But she was so voluptuous that her neckline pulled down, revealing a small patch of her fair neck.

Shen Huai stopped in his tracks, his gaze sweeping over Su Nianhe.

Shen Huai's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

This floral print short-sleeved shirt is way too small.

Immoral and indecent!

Shameless!

It's huge.

Shen Huai quickly looked away.

Su Nianhe felt uncomfortable under his gaze, her face burning hot, and she quickly hid behind Li Cuihua.

Li Cuihua recognized him and immediately greeted him with a smile: "Oh, is Cadre Xiao Shen heading out?"

Shen Huai is the youngest son of the Shen family and a specially hired technical consultant for the Jiangshi Textile Factory. He is young and promising, but he is cold and unapproachable.

He looked away, his tone indifferent: "Aunt Li, what's this?"

"This is a girl from my hometown village, named Su Nianhe. Director Liu said that his eldest daughter-in-law just gave birth to a grandson and they're too busy to cook, so I brought her over to give it a try," Li Cuihua explained enthusiastically.

Shen Huai usually didn't concern himself with household chores, and knowing that his mother had asked him to find a helper, he didn't ask any further questions.

He switched the file folder to his left hand with one hand and strode past them.

As they passed each other, Su Nianhe smelled the clean scent of soap on him, mixed with a faint smell of engine oil.

A man who is too tall can be very intimidating.

Shen Huai took a few steps, then couldn't help but look back. Her waist was incredibly slender, yet her lower body was full and voluptuous.

His Adam's apple bobbed, he turned around, quickened his pace, and left the courtyard.

Li Cuihua led Su Nianhe into the Shen family home.

Mayor Shen's wife, Liu Huizhen, was playing with her grandson, Shen Ping'an, in the living room.

Liu Huizhen, with her fashionable perm and wearing a short-sleeved shirt, looked Su Nianhe up and down a few times.

"So young, and you can cook?" Liu Huizhen asked critically.

"Don't worry, Director, Nianhe is quick and efficient. Country girls mature early," Li Cuihua chimed in.

Li Cuihua was reliable and efficient, as Liu Huizhen knew, and the person who introduced her was willing to give it a try.

Liu Huizhen pointed to the kitchen: "It's almost noon, let's go cook a few dishes and see how it goes."

Su Nianhe washed her hands and went into the kitchen.

The Shen family's kitchen was larger than the main room in the village, complete with a gas stove, running water, and a white ceramic tile countertop.

She wasn't intimidated and put on her apron to start working.

Washing vegetables and cutting meat, his knife skills are swift and precise.

In no time, I made shredded pork with green peppers, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and stewed a winter melon and pork rib soup.

The dishes were served, and Liu Huizhen took a couple of bites, nodding repeatedly: "The taste is indeed very good, the saltiness is just right, and the shredded meat is tender. Okay, then stay. Room and board are included, it's twenty yuan a month, and you'll have to do all the housework."

Su Nianhe was so happy she almost cried, and bowed repeatedly to express her gratitude.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Li Cuihua gave a few more instructions on the rules and then went to the house of Vice Mayor Li next door.

As evening fell, the Shen family's house became lively.

Shen Wanshan and his wife, along with his elder brother Shen Tao and his wife, were all sitting at the large round table in the restaurant eating, but Shen Huai was the only one who did not return.

Su Nianhe ate alone in the kitchen with Aunt Wang, Shen Ping'an's nanny.

It wasn't that the Shen family wouldn't let them sit at the table, but rather that they weren't family, and everyone felt uncomfortable eating together.

There was a small square table in the kitchen, where Su Nianhe was eating large bowls of white rice and side dishes.

In the village, she never had a full meal; all the good food went into her father's stomach.

I still have some shredded meat to eat, my stomach is full and warm, it's so comfortable.

Aunt Wang held the whimpering Shen Ping'an, her face full of worry: "This little rascal, he's always making a fuss. He won't drink formula, he won't drink rice water, and he doesn't even like my breast milk. My arms are about to break from holding him."

Su Nianhe quickly ladled out a bowl of soup and handed it over. After the meal, she washed all the dishes and chopsticks and polished the stove until it shone.

There wasn't much entertainment these days, so around eight or nine o'clock, the Shen family members would wash up and go back to their rooms to rest.

Ping An was difficult to take care of; Aunt Wang carried her around her room, unable to let go of her hands at all.

Su Nianhe then carried a large enamel basin and took the clothes that the Shen family had changed out of to the water trough in the yard to wash them.

The summer night breeze carried a sultry heat.

Su Nianhe squatted by the sink, vigorously scrubbing a men's shirt in her hands.

As she rubbed, she felt a little uncomfortable.

This feeling is strange.

She didn't pay much attention, but her body felt like it was on fire, and the fever became more and more noticeable.

Even worse, a sweet fruity aroma filled the air.

Does she have a fever?

Before she could figure it out, the courtyard gate creaked open.

Shen Huai pushed his old-fashioned bicycle into the yard.

Tonight, the new machine tool that the textile factory received had a problem, and he led a team to repair it.

I had just parked my bicycle in the corner when I heard the sound of rushing water coming from the sink.

The moonlight is very bright tonight, and its silvery light fills the courtyard.

Shen Huai looked in the direction of the sound.

A girl was squatting by the sink, frantically dropping the clothes she was holding.

Under the moonlight, her thin floral short-sleeved shirt clung tightly to her body.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of soap, mixed with an overly sweet fruity aroma.