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

Occasionally, workers rushing to their early shifts would pass by on their bicycles, turn their heads, and see the two people huddled together in the cold weather, causing their handlebars to wobble slightly.

These days, social norms are very conservative. Holding hands in the street is considered daring, but these two went and hugged each other tightly right in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Su Nianhe was shy, and after being stared at several times, she quickly pushed against Shen Huai's hard chest with her hand.

"Someone's watching," she whispered, burying her face in his coat and not daring to look up.

Shen Huai didn't let go; instead, he opened his coat even wider, wrapping her up even more tightly.

"Go ahead and look." Shen Huai pressed his chin against the top of her head, his voice deep in the wind. "It'll be legal soon."

Su Nianhe was speechless after hearing his words and could only obediently lean on him for warmth.

At 7:50, a woman with curly hair and a red armband rode over on her bicycle, took out a bunch of keys from her pocket, and opened the large brass lock with a clanging sound.

The older sister looked at the two people on the steps and chuckled.

"Oh, standing here like a doorman in this freezing weather? Here for a wedding, huh?" The older woman pushed open the iron gate. "Come in, the stove isn't lit yet, it's cold inside."

Su Nianhe quickly stepped out of Shen Huai's arms and straightened her light camel-colored cotton coat.

"Happy New Year, elder sister." Her voice was crisp and clear.

The older sister nodded and led the two into the service hall.

Shen Huai took the iron dustpan and fire tongs from the corner of the wall and naturally helped his older sister light the coal stove in the room.

A flame leaped up, and the room gradually warmed up.

The older sister sat down behind her desk and took out two forms.

"Fill out the form and bring me your household registration booklet so I can take a look."

Shen Huai took out the two notebooks from his inner pocket and handed them over.

The eldest sister flipped through the red cover, then the blue one. When she saw the section on Shen Huai's family background and father, she paused, looked up and sized him up a couple more times, but ultimately didn't ask any questions.

"What a beautiful young lady." The older woman's gaze shifted to Su Nianhe's face. "Is she over twenty yet?"

"It's just past the third day of the Lunar New Year," Shen Huai answered for her, pushing two newly developed black-and-white photos of the two of them with red backgrounds towards her.

The eldest sister took out two marriage certificates printed with peonies and ears of wheat, as big as award certificates, and filled in their names with a pen.

After filling it out, she took the stamp from the table.

With a "click," the red inkpad was applied.

"Alright." The older sister handed over two pieces of paper. "Wishing you a happy marriage and a long and happy life together."

Shen Huai took the two pieces of paper, took out two unopened packets of White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket, and placed them on his eldest sister's desk.

Thanks.

The two left the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The sun was just rising, shining on the bluestone slabs of Nanqiao Road.

Su Nianhe reached out to take the marriage certificate from Shen Huai's hand, wanting to examine the words on it more closely.

Shen Huai raised his hand to avoid it.

He folded the two pieces of paper neatly and put them, along with his household registration book, into his innermost pocket.

"Why are you taking it away?" Su Nianhe protested. "I haven't seen enough yet."

"I'll keep it safe." Shen Huai straddled the old-fashioned bicycle, supporting himself on one foot. "You're the kind of person who's prone to losing things."

"Who's forgetful? I've never lost a single penny," Su Nianhe protested, but still obediently climbed onto the back seat and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Shen Huai didn't argue with her. He pushed off with his feet, and the bicycle sped away.

The return trip was twice as fast as the way there.

As they passed a stall selling candied hawthorns, Su Nianhe was about to speak when Shen Huai rode past without even using the brakes.

"I want to eat..."

"We have some at home," Shen Huai interrupted her.

"We don't have any candied hawthorns at home."

"There are better ones than candied hawthorns."

The bicycle stopped at the entrance of courtyard number 103.

As soon as Su Nianhe jumped out of the car, Shen Huai had already pushed it into the yard.

He closed the two black lacquered wooden doors behind him.

With a "click," the heavy wooden bolt was pushed all the way in and locked firmly.

Su Nianhe was walking towards the main room when she heard the noise, so she stopped and turned around to look at him.

"Why are you locking the door in broad daylight?" she asked.

Shen Huai parked the car against the wall, said nothing, strode over to her, bent down, and picked her up horizontally, coat and all.

As soon as Su Nianhe's feet left the ground, she was so frightened that she quickly hugged his neck.

"Shen Huai!" she called to him in a low voice.

"Let's get down to business." Shen Huai hugged her and stepped over the threshold of the main room with his long legs.

The coal stove inside, which I pressed down last night, is still warm, and the temperature is much higher than outside.

Shen Huai placed her on the large wooden bed. Before she could even sit up properly, he reached out and untied the wide belt around her waist, then pulled off the light camel-colored coat and threw it onto the chair next to her.

Su Nianhe was wearing that white shirt, the collar buttoned up tightly, her chest heaving rapidly with nervousness.

The fabric was stretched taut, as if it were about to burst at any moment.

Shen Huai took off his dark gray cotton coat and tossed it aside.

He opened the bedside table drawer, put his household registration book and marriage certificate inside, and locked it.

Then he turned around, walked to the bedside, and knelt on the edge of the bed.

The man was wearing a white shirt that she had made for him, a size too big. He had broad shoulders and a straight back, and the cuffs were rolled up to his forearms, revealing his strong and powerful physique.

Su Nianhe shrank further into the bed.

Shen Huai braced himself beside her, his tall frame completely enveloping her. He gave her no chance to escape, lowering his head so that the tip of his nose brushed against her neck.

Su Nianhe was trapped between his arms, and the man's refreshing soapy scent enveloped her.

Because of nervousness, her body temperature rose, and an uncontrollable, rich, sweet fragrance wafted out from her collar.

Shen Huai's breathing became heavier.

His rough fingers landed on the top button of her shirt.

He had just helped her fasten it this morning, and now it was his turn to unfasten it.

The buttonhole was too small, and his fingers were too big; he tried to undo it after a couple of tries.

"Impatient." His voice was terribly hoarse.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled hard with his fingers.

With two crisp "thuds," the two top white plastic buttons popped off and rolled away onto the blue bricks on the ground.

Her neckline was completely open, exposing her fair skin to the air.

"What are you doing!" Su Nianhe exclaimed anxiously. "I worked so hard to finish this dress; the fabric was very expensive!"

"I'll pay double for the fabric," Shen Huai said domineeringly, cutting off her complaints about the cost. "It's made so you can take it off."

He didn't give her a chance to speak and kissed her directly.

This kiss was completely different from the restrained intimacy of the past.

With undisguised plunder and possessiveness, he pried open her teeth and stole her breath.

Su Nianhe felt weak all over from his kisses and fell back onto the thick quilt.

Shen Huai pressed down on him.

The man's hard chest pressed against her through two layers of white shirts.

Su Nianhe had nowhere to put her hands, so she could only cling to his broad shoulders, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt back.

"Your clothes are getting wrinkled," she reminded him, panting, still thinking about the clothes she had made.

"So what if it's wrinkled?" Shen Huai didn't care at all.

His large hand slid down her waistline, expertly slipping under the hem of her shirt to touch her warm, delicate skin.

The thin calluses on his fingertips scraped against the soft flesh of her waist, sending a shiver down his spine.

Su Nianhe hummed softly, her eyes glistening with tears.

Shen Huai stopped moving.

He raised his head and looked down at her.

The little girl's hair was scattered on the pillow, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her round almond-shaped eyes were wet, filled with his reflection.

"Su Nianhe." He called her name, emphasizing each syllable.

"Hmm?" Her voice softened like water.

"You're legal now." Shen Huai lowered his head, whispered in her ear, and said something so blunt it made her blush, "I can bully you however I want."

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