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

The room fell silent once more.

Su Nianhe leaned against the wall.

The sweet fruity aroma mixed with a faint smell of blood permeated the air.

Shen Huai stood by the door, tilting his head back and covering his nose with a handkerchief.

He had a few drops of blood on his white shirt today, which, combined with his cold and stern face, made him look somewhat disheveled.

Neither of them spoke.

After a while, Shen Huai felt the nosebleed stop. He took off his handkerchief and glanced at Su Nianhe, who was huddled in the corner.

She lowered her head, revealing a section of her snow-white nape.

"Don't tell anyone about what happened today," Shen Huai said, his voice already back to its usual coldness.

Su Nianhe nodded repeatedly: "I absolutely won't tell."

Shen Huai walked to the wardrobe and took out a clean shirt.

With his back to Su Nianhe, he took off the blood-stained shirt he was wearing.

Broad shoulders, a strong back, and well-defined muscle lines.

Startled, Su Nianhe quickly turned around and faced the wall to reflect on her actions.

Shen Huai changed his clothes and threw the dirty shirt on the bed.

"Go wash the clothes. From now on, let me know before you come into my room." He said this, opened the door, and walked out.

Su Nianhe stood in the room for a while before daring to turn around.

She walked to the bedside, picked up the blood-stained white shirt, and ran out as if her life depended on it.

Su Nianhe ran all the way to the water trough in the yard before she could catch her breath.

She threw the shirt into the basin and turned on the tap.

I rinsed the back of my hand with cold water, but I couldn't wash away the feeling of trepidation I had just experienced.

The spot inside the gray jacket was still faintly warm, as if the drop of blood was still lingering there.

She bit her lip and quickened her pace.

At lunchtime, the Shen family members all sat at the dining table.

Shen Huai changed into a light blue short-sleeved shirt, his hair was a little wet, obviously he had just washed his face.

He sat by the window, eating his meal in silence.

Liu Huizhen placed a piece of pork rib in his bowl: "Eat more meat to replenish your blood. Look at you, getting a nosebleed in the middle of summer."

Shen Tao chimed in from the side, "Yes, Xiao Huai, no matter how busy you are with work, you must take care of your health. If it really gets too bad, go to the hospital and get some medicine to reduce internal heat."

"No need, it's alright." Shen Huai said calmly.

Su Nianhe came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of stir-fried vegetables.

She changed into a slightly looser outfit and placed the dishes on the table with a humble and unassuming demeanor.

She didn't dare look at Shen Huai, and after putting down the dishes, she prepared to go back to the kitchen.

"Xiao Su," Liu Huizhen called out to her, "Why are you so distracted today? I saw your hands were shaking when you were chopping vegetables."

Su Nianhe stiffened and quickly replied, "Aunt Liu, I probably didn't sleep well last night."

"If you didn't sleep well, get some rest early. Don't let it interfere with your work," Wang Liping interjected sarcastically. "We don't support idlers in our family."

Su Nianhe lowered her head and did not refute.

She went back to the kitchen and picked up her rice bowl.

We have pork ribs and braised pork for lunch today.

But she dared not eat her fill.

Anyway, Shen Ping'an was already full and didn't need the aroma for the time being.

Her mind was filled with the things that had happened in Shen Huai's room: his hot breath so close to hers, and that drop of bright red blood from his nose.

Just thinking about it makes her feel weak all over.

She ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice and then put down her bowl.

In the afternoon, Shen Huai went to the factory for a meeting.

Aunt Wang was cleaning, while Su Nianhe was holding Shen Ping'an in the yard, basking in the sun.

The little guy, having eaten and drunk his fill, is lying down blowing bubbles.

Su Nianhe looked at him, her heart filled with sorrow.

She didn't know how much longer she could stay in the Shen family.

Although she had managed to keep it from Liu Huizhen for the time being, Shen Huai already knew her secret, and that kind of thing had happened today.

She felt that Shen Huai's gaze towards her was becoming increasingly strange.

That look in his eyes didn't seem like he was looking at a nanny; it was more like he was looking at some kind of trouble that was giving him a huge headache and that he couldn't get rid of.

She sighed and walked to the shade of a tree.

At the entrance, Zhao Qiang was limping past.

He still had red, swollen marks on his face, one hand was in a cast, and he glanced at the Shen family's direction with a sinister look.

"You bitch, you just wait." He spat and cursed angrily.

Su Nianhe was unaware of this scene.

She was wiping Shen Ping'an's drool while she was thinking about how to make up for the lack of food she had eaten during the day.

After all, if he couldn't even get enough to eat, Shen Ping'an would have to get up at night and in the middle of the night.

As for those unexpected events that terrified her, she could only take it one step at a time.

Conference room on the third floor of Jiangshi Textile Factory.

The old tin ceiling fan overhead creaked and groaned as it turned.

The cicadas chirped incessantly outside the window, and the sun scorched the glass.

A dozen or so technicians and workshop directors sat in front of the long conference table.

An enamel mug sat on the table, emitting heat.

Shen Huai sat in the main seat.

He was wearing the light blue short-sleeved shirt he had changed into before leaving the house, the collar buttoned up neatly. A blueprint of the new machine tool lay open in front of him, and he held a Hero brand fountain pen in his hand.

The workshop director next door was reporting on the morning's trial run.

"When the speed is increased to 2000, the spindle vibration is too large, and the scrap rate still cannot be reduced. Technician Shen, do you think the feed rate needs to be adjusted again?"

After the workshop director finished speaking, he waited for a long time but heard no response.

The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Shen Huai's gaze fell on the drawing, the nib of his pen hovering over the paper, a drop of ink seeping out and spreading into a black dot.

He didn't hear a single word.

Since leaving home, whenever the surroundings become quiet, his mind automatically replays the scene behind his bedroom door from a few hours ago.

And there was the drop of blood from his nose, the red mark left as it flowed down the back of his hand.

The aroma of those sweet fruits, along with the girl's tearful sobs, took root in his mind.

"Technician Shen?" the workshop director called out tentatively again.

Shen Huai came to his senses.

He put away his pen and pushed the blueprints forward: "Reduce the feed rate by 10%, and increase the coolant flow rate. I'll go to the workshop again tomorrow morning to check on it."

He stood up and picked up the notebook on the table: "That's all for today."

After saying that, he pushed back his chair and walked out of the conference room.

The rest of the people were a bit confused.

Normally, Shen Huai would never end a meeting until he had thoroughly understood every single piece of data, so his behavior today was really unusual.