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

"Xiao Huai, you've come at the perfect time!" Wang Liping's voice rose even higher when she saw Shen Huai appear, brandishing her Plum Blossom watch as if to boast. "Look at this little nanny, she's so dishonest, she actually stole from me! This imported Plum Blossom watch of mine costs 120 yuan, plus two industrial vouchers, she couldn't afford to pay for it even if she worked for a year! Shen Tao, what are you standing there for, go to the gate of the compound and call the security department!"

Su Nianhe trembled with fear, clutching her trouser leg tightly with both hands, her voice trembling with tears: "Aunt Liu, I really didn't, I only mopped the floor at the entrance this afternoon, I didn't even go inside..."

Liu Huizhen's face was stern, and her tone was harsh: "The facts are right in front of us. This watch was found under your pillow. Our Shen family cannot tolerate someone like you."

Shen Huai ignored Wang Liping's clamor, strode into the nanny's room.

He walked past Su Nianhe, who was kneeling on the ground, and went to the simple single bed.

He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

"Smack."

He patted the thin piece of paper onto the hardwood bed board, making a soft sound.

Liu Huizhen turned her head, and Shen Tao also leaned forward.

"What is this?" Wang Liping's smug expression froze. She took two steps closer in her mid-heeled leather shoes and looked at the bed board.

Shen Huai stood ramrod straight, one hand in his pocket, and spoke clearly: "Receipt from the watch repair shop at the department store."

The color drained from Wang Liping's face, and she stood frozen in place.

"Yesterday afternoon, I saw with my own eyes that my sister-in-law's watch strap broke. You took the watch to be repaired, and you only picked it up at noon today." Shen Huai's tone was flat, simply stating the facts.

The blue ballpoint pen handwriting on the receipt was clearly visible, and it was stamped with the red seal of the department store's watch repair shop.

He turned around and took a step closer. His tall figure exuded a strong sense of oppression, forcing Wang Liping to involuntarily retreat.

"How did the watch that my sister-in-law brought back at noon end up under the nanny's bed when she cleaned this morning?" Shen Huai asked rhetorically.

The room was so quiet that only Su Nianhe's soft sobs could be heard.

The logic is airtight, leaving no room for argument.

When Su Nianhe was cleaning in the morning, the clock was still in the department store.

After the watch was brought back at noon, Su Nianhe stayed in the kitchen and backyard on the first floor, and didn't even go up the stairs to the second floor. There was no way the watch could have gotten under the pillow in the nanny's room by itself.

"I...I..." Wang Liping's lips trembled, and she stammered for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.

She was still clutching the watch in her hand, and now it felt incredibly hot to the touch.

Liu Huizhen strode forward, picked up the receipt, and examined the date and time. Her face turned ashen.

She turned and pointed at Wang Liping's nose, her voice trembling: "You troublemaker! How could you do such a thing! You've completely disgraced the Shen family!"

"Mom, I didn't..." Wang Liping panicked, wanting to explain but unable to utter a word.

She was just angry that her husband was also biased towards this country girl, and wanted to find an excuse to get rid of her. Little did she know that Shen Huai actually had the watch repair shop's receipt.

Shen Huai didn't look at Wang Liping. He turned and walked to the door, speaking to Shen Wanshan in the living room: "No one in the Shen family has ever acted like this, slandering others. Dad has been upright and honest for most of his life. If word gets out about this farce my sister-in-law staged today, what will people in the compound think of the Shen family?"

Shen Wanshan sat on the mahogany sofa, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

"Bang!"

Shen Wanshan slammed the enamel teacup he was holding onto the coffee table, splashing tea all over the table.

"Boss's wife, you have no manners at all." Shen Wanshan's voice was not loud, but it carried the authority of someone who had long held a high position.

Wang Liping shuddered in fright, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Go apologize to Xiao Su," Shen Wanshan concluded.

Wang Liping gritted her teeth and dug her fingers into her palms.

She, a city nurse and daughter-in-law of a cadre family, actually had to bow down and apologize to a village girl who had fled from the countryside.

"Go on!" Liu Huizhen shoved her and turned her head away in disgust.

Wang Liping walked up to Su Nianhe, her face flushed red, and squeezed out three words through gritted teeth with extreme humiliation: "I'm sorry."

After saying that, she felt ashamed and indignant, completely losing face. She covered her face, cried, and ran out of the nanny's room, rushing up the stairs back to her bedroom on the second floor.

Caught in the middle, Shen Tao awkwardly rubbed his hands together and said, "Dad, Mom, I'll go upstairs to check on Liping." He then slunk upstairs.

"Alright, everyone disperse. Xiao Su, you've been wronged, get up now." Liu Huizhen felt this farce was absurd and shameful, so she waved her hand and turned back to the master bedroom.

Shen Wanshan also picked up the newspaper and went into the study.

The crowd dispersed.

Only Shen Huai and Su Nianhe remained in the nanny's room.

The room was very quiet.

Su Nianhe was still kneeling on the ground, the coolness of the ground seeping into her knees.

She braced herself on the ground with both hands, crying so hard she couldn't breathe.

The fright she had just experienced caused her to exude a fruity fragrance that filled the entire nanny's room.

Shen Huai stood to the side.

His breathing became erratic, and he bent down, his large hand grasping her slender arm.

Her arms were thin, but the flesh was soft and muscular. With a little effort, Shen Huai pulled her up from the ground.

Su Nianhe stood up with his help, but her legs went weak and she fell forward.

Shen Huai supported her waist with his other hand.

Through the thin fabric, her slender waist was barely a handful in his palm, and it was burning hot to the touch.

He could clearly feel her body trembling.

Su Nianhe steadied herself in a panic and quickly took a step back to create some distance.

She stood alone by the bed, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands, tears of grievance streaming down her face.

Shen Huai withdrew his hand.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a neatly folded, clean handkerchief, and handed it to her.

"Why are you crying? You weren't kicked out, were you?" he said curtly.

Su Nianhe sniffed and raised her hand to take the handkerchief.

The two were very close.

Su Nianhe's outstretched fingers trembled slightly.

As she accepted the handkerchief, her soft fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of Shen Huai's hand.

The man's hands had distinct knuckles, and the skin felt warm to the touch.

Both of them shuddered.

Su Nianhe withdrew her hand, clutching the handkerchief in her palm, and lowered her head, not daring to look at him. The blush on her cheeks spread all the way to her ears.

The handkerchief carried his usual fresh soap scent, mixed with his distinctive masculine aroma.

Shen Huai's hand hovered in mid-air, pausing for two seconds before slowly retracting.

The fruity aroma grew stronger and stronger.

Su Nianhe's breathing was extremely unsteady due to fear and crying.

Shen Huai watched her sob, then abruptly looked away, turned, and quickly left the room.