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

Shen Huai raised his head and addressed the two auxiliary police officers who approached him: "Comrades, I am Shen Huai. This man was causing trouble and extorting money at the entrance of my compound. He just came out of the Qingxi County Detention Center and has a criminal record."

The leader of the joint defense team approached and immediately recognized Shen Huai.

Before resigning to start his own business, Shen Huai was a key technical staff member at a textile factory and the youngest son of the mayor; everyone in the area knew him.

"Consultant Shen... no, Boss Shen, what's going on?" The joint defense team member quickly stepped forward, took out a rope, and tied Su Dahe on the ground tightly.

"He broke into a private residence with the intent to extort money." Shen Huai stood up, dusted off his trousers, and said, "Take him directly to the Nanqiao Road Police Station, find Chief Liu, and get the previous case files from the Qingxi County Public Security Bureau. Prosecute him severely according to the law."

Upon hearing that he was to be taken to the police station, Su Dahe panicked, tears and snot streaming down his face. "Nianhe! Nianhe, come out here! I'm your father! You unfilial beast, how dare you let outsiders arrest your father! May God strike you dead!"

Shen Huai stepped forward and looked down at the man throwing a tantrum on the ground.

"First, her household registration has been transferred out independently, and she has no legal relationship with you whatsoever." Shen Huai's voice deepened, each word clear. "Second, she is my legal wife. Anyone who dares to cause her trouble should first consider whether their own background is clean or not."

The joint defense team members did not dare to delay. One of them lifted Su Dahe, who was still howling, and dragged him directly to the police station at the entrance of the alley.

The onlookers pointed and whispered among themselves, but soon dispersed.

Shen Huai stood outside the door, watching the person being taken away, before turning back into the courtyard, closing the wooden door behind him, and pushing the bolt all the way down.

The courtyard fell silent again.

Shen Huai strode into the main room.

Su Nianhe stood beside the octagonal table, her hands gripping the hem of her sweater tightly, her knuckles turning pale. Her shoulders were hunched, her face as white as paper, and even her breathing trembled slightly.

Even knowing that Su Dahe had been arrested, the beatings she had suffered since childhood, the hunger from being locked in the woodshed, and the fear of being sold as merchandise still surged up like a tidal wave at this moment.

Shen Huai walked over without saying a word.

He bent down, reached out with his long arm, and picked up the little girl whose body was stiff.

Su Nianhe grasped at his neck as if it were a lifeline, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Shen Huai carried her back to the bamboo rattan chair, letting her straddle his lap.

The man's body heat wafted through her thin sweater, and his large hands gently stroked her slender back.

"It's alright now." Shen Huai turned his head, his lips brushing against her cool earlobe, and coaxed her softly, "He's been taken to the police station. This time, we won't let him out easily."

Su Nianhe buried her face in the crook of his neck, her nose filled with the cool, clean scent of soap, and tears finally welled up in her eyes and rolled down, soaking the collar of his gray sweater.

"Shen Huai... I'm scared." Her voice trembled, thick with sobs. "How did he find this place... What if he comes here every day to cause trouble..."

"Once he gets in, he won't be coming out." Shen Huai tightened his arms, pressing the man tightly against his chest. "He still has a criminal record for intentional assault in Qingxi County, plus this time for provoking trouble and extortion, enough to sentence him to several years of labor reform. Jiang City is not Liuhe Village; he can't run wild here."

Su Nianhe sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

Shen Huai didn't find it annoying. He held the back of her head with his large hand and let her wipe all her tears on his body.

After a while, Su Nianhe's sobs gradually subsided, leaving only soft hiccups.

Shen Huai raised his hand and gently wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks with his fingertips.

"Su Nianhe," he called her name.

Su Nianhe looked up at him with red eyes, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.

"On the household registration book, you are the head of the household; on the marriage certificate, you are my wife." Shen Huai lowered his head, forehead to forehead, his tone extremely serious. "This is your home. No one can take you away from me, not even anyone."

Su Nianhe sniffed, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and the gloom that had lingered in her heart for many years slowly dissipated.

"Can he really be sentenced to labor camp?" she asked softly.

"Yes." Shen Huai kissed the tip of her nose. "I'll go to the Municipal Bureau this afternoon and find someone to completely shut this up, leaving no room for future trouble."

Su Nianhe wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned softly against him.

Shen Huai noticed that her body temperature was rising, and a sweet fragrance wafted out from her collar.

His eyes darkened slightly, and his large hand slid down her lower back, stopping to squeeze that soft curve.

"Are you still afraid?" His voice became hoarse.

Su Nianhe blushed slightly and shook her head: "I'm not afraid anymore."

Shen Huai took the half-dry white towel and gently wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks with his rough fingertips through the towel.

He moved very gently, afraid of hurting her.

After wiping her down, he threw the towel into the enamel basin, then lifted her chin with his long fingers and looked her up and down.

"Don't cry." Shen Huai gently touched the corner of her reddened eyes with his finger. "We still have to open the shop today. With your eyes so swollen, you won't even be able to see the money when the accounts come in. Who will be responsible if you make a mistake?"

Su Nianhe was still immersed in fear and grievance, but as soon as she heard the words "can't see the money clearly," the alarm bells in her mind immediately went off.

She sniffed and slid off Shen Huai's lap.

"You can't make a mistake in the accounts." Her voice was thick with nasal tone. She turned around, walked to the washbasin stand, and splashed water on her face with both hands.

The water splashed on my face, completely dispelling any lingering fear.

Shen Huai sat on the bamboo rattan chair, watching the little girl's back as she washed her face in front of the washbasin stand.

She wore a bright red turtleneck sweater, cinched tightly at the waist, paired with thick black wool trousers that perfectly accentuated her unreasonably voluptuous figure. Even with her back turned, her charmingly chubby physique was undeniably captivating.

Su Nianhe dried her face with a towel, turned her head, her eyes were still a little red, but she looked much more energetic.

"I'm going to open the shop upstairs." She straightened the hem of her sweater. "Sister Li said yesterday that she would come to pick up the finished wool coat today. She still owes thirty yuan for the final payment, so I have to go and keep an eye on it."

"Go ahead." Shen Huai stood up, walked over to her, and gently massaged the back of her neck with his large hand, smoothing her hair which was coiled at the back of her head. "It's cold outside, put on that camel coat. What do you want to eat for lunch?"

"I want braised pork," Su Nianhe said smoothly, "with a good balance of lean and fat."

"Okay, I'll make it for you."

Su Nianhe put on a light camel coat, fastened her belt, and went to the clothing store in front of her in her small leather shoes.

Hearing the sound of the shop door being removed, Shen Huai picked up the black leather jacket draped over the back of the chair and put it on.

He didn't rush to buy meat. He pushed open the courtyard gate and strode into the dry, cold wind of Jiang City in February, heading straight for the municipal party committee compound.

The municipal party committee compound, Building No. 2.

Shen Wanshan, unusually, did not go to the government office today. Dressed in a neat dark Zhongshan suit, he sat behind the mahogany desk in his study, flipping through a city planning document.

The enamel mug beside me was steaming.

The study door was pushed open, and Shen Huai strode in.

"Dad." Shen Huai pulled out the chair opposite the desk, sat down directly, his long legs spread wide, and his posture relaxed.

Shen Wanshan put down his pen and looked up at him.

"You just got married, why aren't you spending time with your wife? What are you doing back home?" Shen Wanshan picked up his teacup and took a sip of water, his brows furrowing slightly as usual, exuding the authority of someone long accustomed to a position of power.

Shen Huai didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Su Dahe has come knocking on our door."

Shen Wanshan stopped drinking water, put the teacup back on the table with a muffled thud.

"Your father-in-law?" Shen Wanshan's voice deepened. He remembered Su Nianhe's father from the countryside; Li Cuihua had mentioned him briefly before, saying he was a scoundrel who would sell his daughter for a dowry.

"He's hardly my father-in-law; his household registration was separated a long time ago," Shen Huai said calmly. "He caused trouble at the gate of my yard, kicked down the door and extorted money from me. I broke his arm, and he's been taken to the Nanqiao Road Police Station."