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

Jiang City, No. 103, Nanqiao Road.

In the Nostalgia Clothing Store ahead, a Bee brand sewing machine is making a regular "clack-clack-clack" sound.

Su Nianhe sat in front of the machine, holding a piece of freshly cut royal blue cotton cloth in her hand.

"Little Su! Boss Su!" The old lady running the public phone booth at the alley entrance came running up, banging loudly on the glass door. "Long-distance call from the Southern Special Zone! Hurry! It's Engineer Shen calling!"

Su Nianhe almost dropped the scissors in her hand.

She didn't even bother to take off her apron before pushing open the door and running towards the alley entrance.

The early spring wind was still a bit dry and cold, stinging my face.

Su Nianhe ran more than 200 meters in one breath, and when she rushed into the public phone booth, her forehead was already covered with a layer of fine sweat.

"Heave-ho..." She grabbed the black bakelite receiver, breathing rapidly, her chest heaving, her voice soft and trembling, "Shen Huai? Is that you?"

On the other end of the receiver, the static seemed to pause for a moment.

Shen Huai leaned against the cold wall of the post office, his ears filled with the girl's fine, rapid, and soft breathing.

The sound entered his ears through the receiver, instantly causing his previously steady breathing to become labored.

Shen Huai switched hands to hold the receiver, lowered his voice to a whisper, and said with blatant teasing, "Why are you running so fast? You're panting like I was bullying you last night."

Su Nianhe's mind went blank for a moment, and her cheeks and neck instantly turned bright red.

The middle-aged woman next to them, who was looking at her phone, was still knitting on a small stool. Su Nianhe, embarrassed, gripped the receiver cord tightly and whispered angrily, "Shen Huai! What nonsense are you talking about! There are people around!"

"What's wrong? We're a legally married couple, just having a private chat." Shen Huai chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest traveling through the phone line, deep and irritating. "How's everything at home?"

"Great, business is booming at the shop. We received five more spring outfits yesterday." Su Nianhe caught her breath, her voice softening, her heart filled with concern. "How are you doing over there? Are you eating well? Has everything been resolved?"

"It's resolved." Shen Huai looked out the window at the bustling street scene of the special economic zone, his tone extremely gentle. "The first fire is lit. Not only did we secure the general agency, but we also made a huge profit. I'll give it all to you when we get back; it'll be enough for you to take over all the storefronts on Nanqiao Road."

Upon hearing that they had made a lot of money, Su Nianhe's almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents, and her greedy nature immediately surfaced: "Really made that much?"

"Yes, a lot," Shen Huai coaxed her softly, then changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat irreverent, "Besides the money we earned, I also checked out the purchasing plan you approved for me before I left in the special economic zone. There are more options here than in the provincial capital; I'll take them back and teach you how to use them slowly."

It took Su Nianhe two seconds to realize what he meant, and the golden abacus on her earlobe burned from the heat on her face.

"Who approved your purchasing plan? Shameless," she muttered under her breath, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"A man who cares about his reputation will never find a wife." Shen Huai glanced at the clock on the wall; his long-distance call was almost over. His voice deepened, revealing undisguised possessiveness. "Close the doors and windows, and don't kick off the covers tonight. Wait for me to get back."

"Okay," Su Nianhe replied softly, holding the receiver. "Come back soon."

The phone went dead.

Su Nianhe put down the receiver, took out two cents from her pocket and handed them to the old lady. She touched her burning cheeks and walked briskly towards her family's clothing store.

The wind was still a bit cool on her face, but it couldn't shake off the frivolous "purchasing plan" in her mind.

This man didn't stay still even after going to the special economic zone.

Back at the nostalgic clothing store, the glass door opened, revealing a bustling atmosphere inside.

As soon as the weather warmed up, the young women and wives of Jiang City couldn't wait to put on their spring clothes.

Su Nianhe's newly displayed trench coats and suit skirts, which she put up a few days ago, have become a living advertisement on Nanqiao Road.

Zhu Yuanyuan was helping to greet customers at the counter.

"This fitted trench coat has an amazing cut! It's slimming and makes you look so elegant. Our boss, Mr. Su, drew the pattern himself." Zhu Yuanyuan held up a khaki sample coat, enthusiastically promoting it. "Fifteen yuan deposit, pick it up in two weeks. Pay first, get in line! Those two sewing machines in the back are practically smoking!"

Five or six female workers crowded in front of the counter, vying to take out their money.

Su Nianhe went around to the counter and took over from Zhu Yuanyuan to take measurements and keep accounts.

All afternoon, the abacus beads clicked and clattered. It wasn't until evening that the guests gradually left.

Su Nianhe rubbed her sore wrists and frowned as she looked at the densely packed lists in the ledger.

"Sister Yuanyuan, we've taken on too many orders. Sister Li and Sister Wang can't finish them even if they work from morning till night." Su Nianhe put down her pencil.

"That's because your skills are too good." Zhu Yuanyuan picked up her large tea mug and took a big gulp of water. "You can't find these trench coats and suit skirts in department stores at all. Everyone recognizes your shop. If you ask me, your shop is still too small, you can't operate within its capacity."

Upon hearing this, Su Nianhe's gaze fell on the partition wall next to her.

Next door is a grocery store, two large storefronts connected together. I just heard a couple of days ago that the owner is going back to the countryside to retire and is in a hurry to sell it off.

She reached out and touched the inside pocket of her coat.

Inside was the blue-covered bankbook that Shen Huai had photographed for her before he left. The long string of numbers on it gave her complete confidence.

Su Nianhe is decisive and efficient; when she encounters an opportunity to make money, she doesn't hesitate at all.

The next morning, she knocked on the door of the grocery store next door.

The landlord was a thin, old man who had originally intended to use his position to raise the price.

Su Nianhe slammed the large sum of money on the table, paying off the rent and transfer fee for the two shops in one go.

The grocery store was emptied out in three days.

Su Nianhe found a few bricklayers to break through the partition wall in the middle.

The three shops are connected together, spacious and bright, with excellent lighting.

She not only expanded the shop, but also posted job advertisements with red backgrounds and black lettering at the entrance.

They offered higher apprentice wages than state-owned factories, and within two days they recruited five quick and efficient young women.