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

The next day, the sun rose as usual.

Su Nianhe was busy in the kitchen with dark circles under her eyes.

The scene behind Shen Huai's room door last night terrified her. Every time she closed her eyes, she could still hear Wang Liping's vile insults outside the door.

Wang Liping was forced to apologize by her father-in-law last night, and surprisingly, she didn't cause trouble at the dinner table this morning.

With a gloomy face, she ate a couple of mouthfuls of plain porridge, picked up her bag, and went to work at the city hospital.

On the surface, everything in the compound seemed calm and peaceful.

But after a few days, whenever Su Nianhe went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy soy sauce and vegetables, she always felt that people were pointing and whispering about her behind her back.

She was too shy to admit it, and had no idea that Wang Liping felt ashamed to apologize to a nanny. She didn't dare to make a scene openly, but secretly vented her anger on the family members in the compound.

Those exaggerated rumors spread like wildfire among the red brick walls of the old villa.

On a hot summer afternoon, the cicadas chirping in the leaves were so annoying that it was irritating.

Su Nianhe carried Shen Ping'an, who had eaten and drunk his fill, and planned to go to the small garden in the compound for some fresh air.

Today she specifically chose a faded, oversized, long-sleeved gray shirt, with the collar buttoned all the way up.

Su Nianhe stopped in her tracks as she walked to the brick wall behind the century-old locust tree.

Under the locust tree, several retired elderly women were enjoying the cool air while fanning themselves with large palm-leaf fans.

Rumors have long been the hottest topic of conversation among them.

Aunt Zhang from the next unit, Unit 3, curled her lip and slapped her thigh with a palm-leaf fan: "Have you seen the new nanny who came to the Shen family? Her appearance and figure, she doesn't look like someone who does proper farm work in the countryside at all. She walks with her waist swaying like a water snake."

Aunt Li immediately chimed in, her voice low but brimming with excitement: "That's right! I happened to pass by and glanced at her yesterday when she went to hang the clothes out to dry. Those clothes were practically bursting at the seams. What respectable young lady looks like that? She's obviously restless, clearly here in the city to seduce men."

"I heard that Nurse Wang's imported watch was something she tried to steal, but the Shen family kept quiet to save face."

Behind the brick wall.

Su Nianhe stood there, her cheeks so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and even her ears were burning.

Every single harsh and malicious word drifted into my ears.

She gripped Shen Ping'an's small blanket so tightly that her nails dug into it.

She wanted to rush out and shout to them that she hadn't stolen anything or seduced any men.

But her feet seemed rooted to the spot, and she couldn't take another step.

What is her status?

She was just a rural nanny who earned twenty yuan a month.

Liu Huizhen values ​​her reputation and conduct above all else. If she were to get into a fight with these middle-aged women and cause a scene in the courtyard, Liu Huizhen would definitely make her pack her bags and leave immediately.

If she were driven away, she would have no choice but to return to Liuhe Village and wait to be forced by her own father to marry that nearly fifty-year-old cripple.

Su Nianhe bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes, and swallowed back her grievances, standing there trembling.

Under the locust tree, the rumors grew increasingly offensive.

Aunt Zhang, fanning herself with a large palm-leaf fan, spitting as she spoke, "I heard her biological father is a drunkard and was going to sell her to an old man, which is why she ran away in the middle of the night. With that vixen-like face, who knows how promiscuous that girl must be in the countryside. Who knows how many village men she's slept with!"

Suddenly, an extremely piercing screech of brakes came from the alley entrance.

"squeak--"

The sound of rubber tires rubbing against the ground was particularly sharp in the sweltering afternoon.

Shen Huai went to the Municipal Bureau this afternoon to deliver several approval documents for machinery and equipment, and went home early on the way.

He was wearing a crisp white shirt, tucked into his trousers, pushing his old-fashioned bicycle. His long legs were firmly planted on the ground, his leather shoes crunching on the paving stones.

He had actually reached the corner of the wall a long time ago.

Not only did they hear the vulgar and obscene words of the group of old women, but they also saw Su Nianhe standing behind the brick wall, her shoulders trembling.

The girl was wearing an extremely ugly gray blouse, holding a child in her arms, her eyes red and swollen. She had bitten her lower lip until it bled, but she didn't dare to utter a sound, just lowered her head and endured it silently.

The nameless fire in Shen Huai's chest suddenly ignited.

It's one thing to be timid and cowardly in her own room, but how could she tolerate being pointed at and cursed at like that outside?

He pushed his bicycle out from the corner, the sound of his leather shoes hitting the ground deep and powerful.

He walked straight up to the old locust tree.

When the older women under the tree saw Shen Huai, their voices caught in their throats, and they stopped fanning themselves.

The youngest son of the Shen family is usually as cold as ice and has a tough approach to things, so no one in the entire compound dares to talk to him casually.

Shen Huai ignored everyone else and focused his gaze directly on Aunt Zhang, who was yelling the loudest.

Aunt Zhang felt a chill run down her spine, gave a dry laugh, and stood up: "Oh, Little Shen's off work?"

Shen Huai rested one hand on the handlebars, not even bothering to turn, and coldly remarked, "Aunt Zhang, do you want the whole compound to know that your son-in-law got into the factory through connections?"

After these words were spoken, the area under the old locust tree fell completely silent.

Aunt Zhang's face had lost all color, and her mouth was wide open, like a fish out of water.

Her son-in-law got his job at the textile factory by pulling strings and altering his records at great expense. If Shen Huai, the factory's technical consultant, were to expose this, not only would he lose his job, but his whole family would be in big trouble.

"Xiao Shen... what are you saying? Auntie was just chatting..." Aunt Zhang was so frightened that her legs trembled and she could barely speak.

Shen Huai didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice flat: "Watch your mouth."

The women were so frightened they fell silent, none of them daring to provoke the bad luck.

Aunt Zhang didn't even bother to grab her palm-leaf fan; she slipped away as fast as she could.

The others exchanged glances and quickly scattered like birds.

In less than half a minute, the area under the locust tree was completely cleared away.

The surroundings became completely quiet.

Only the cicadas in the trees were still chirping.

Shen Huai pushed the cart and turned to walk towards Su Nianhe behind the wall.

Su Nianhe was still standing there, holding Shen Ping'an.

Hearing that the older women had been driven away, she finally couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and they streamed down her cheeks, landing on her rough gray shirt and leaving a small, dark stain.

Shen Huai casually leaned his bicycle against the wall.

He walked up to her.

The two were standing very close.

A summer breeze blows.

Looking at her red-rimmed eyes and her lower lip, which was bitten and bleeding, he felt that his anger not only hadn't subsided, but was burning even more fiercely.

"Technician Shen..." Su Nianhe sniffed, her voice soft and sweet, with a heavy nasal tone.

Shen Huai's voice was low and menacing: "Don't you know how to talk back when someone insults you?"