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

Because of difficulties in securing loans and handling the initial setup, Shen Huai's plan to return within a month changed, and he ended up working on it for two or three months.

In the Southern Special Economic Zone, the sun blazes down.

The sign of Huaihe Construction Engineering Company was hung in front of a large area of ​​wasteland.

The office shed was stuffy and hot, like a sauna, with no fans.

He Jianjun held the huge loan approval document that had just been approved by the Special Economic Zone Bank. His hands trembled so much that he could barely hold the paper, which made a rustling sound.

"Old Shen, seven figures...this is seven figures!" He Jianjun stared at the long string of zeros in the ledger, his voice hoarse. "We bet our entire fortunes, and we actually made it work?"

Shen Huai sat on a folding chair, his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, his face completely expressionless.

He swiftly and efficiently put the document stamped with the red seal into his briefcase.

"This is just the first round of start-up capital." Shen Huai said calmly, standing up and picking up the leather jacket hanging on the back of his chair. "Keep an eye on the construction team. I'm going out for a bit."

He Jianjun was stunned and quickly wiped his sweat with a towel: "Where are you going? There's a development seminar in the city this afternoon. Chen Guangfa and his gang are waiting to see us make a fool of ourselves."

"Let's go to the imported goods market." Shen Huai tossed his briefcase to He Jianjun. "To buy things."

He Jianjun watched his retreating figure stride away.

This person went to carry out his shameless "procurement plan".

Jiang City, Nanqiao Road.

As the weather just started to get warmer, the clothing customization center was bustling with activity.

A green postal motorcycle was parked in front of the store.

"Boss Su, an urgent package from the Special Economic Zone, it's incredibly heavy!" the postman shouted, unloading a large sack half his height onto the steps.

Li Tiejun happened to be looking for Li Lianhua, so he casually carried the sack in, placed it on the tailor's table, and dusted off his hands.

"What good stuff has Old Shen gotten up to this time?" Li Tiejun's loud voice startled all the apprentices in the room, making them all look up.

Su Nianhe was working on her sewing machine when she heard that someone from the Special Economic Zone was there, and she immediately stopped what she was doing.

She came over, took the scissors, and opened the package.

Li Lianhua also came over and helped untie the rope.

When the sack was opened, several bolts of fabric with extremely bright colors and unique patterns that could not be found anywhere in Jiang City were on top.

Su Nianhe's eyes lit up, and she touched the smooth fabric with her fingers: "This material would definitely sell well for spring dresses. Goods from the Special Economic Zone are always so novel."

She lifted the fabric layer by layer, wanting to see what was underneath.

Underneath several bolts of cloth were seven or eight small, square boxes, all printed with foreign letters. Next to them were two extremely thin garments.

Su Nianhe picked it up and shook it open.

One piece was bright red, and the other was pure black.

The clothes were made of very little fabric, with only two thin straps, and the hem didn't even cover the upper thighs. The fabric was slippery.

Su Nianhe didn't understand. She held the red fabric and looked it over from side to side: "Why are the clothes in this special zone being made with less and less fabric these days? How can you wear this vest out in public?"

Li Tiejun, a grown man, stood to the side scratching his head, also unable to understand.

Li Lianhua, with her sharp eyes, leaned over and stared at the picture on the foreign language box for two seconds, her face instantly turning bright red.

She quickly reached out and snatched the suspenders from Su Nianhe's hand, stuffing them, along with the small boxes, back into the sack.

"Brother Tiejun, you go out first. I need to talk to Nianhe about something with women." Li Lianhua pushed Li Tiejun out.

Li Tiejun was completely baffled and was kicked out the door.

As soon as the door closed, Li Lianhua lowered her voice and pointed at the pile of things in the sack: "Your Shen Huai is too indiscriminate! Can you really send this stuff to public places?!"

Su Nianhe looked completely bewildered: "What's wrong with the clothes? And what's that little box?"

"That's...that's for sleeping!" Li Lianhua stamped her foot in embarrassment. "That box contains family planning supplies! All imported!"

Su Nianhe's mind went blank for a moment, and heat rushed straight to the top of her head.

She remembered the nonsense Shen Huai had said on the phone before he left.

She was so frightened that she quickly tied the sack shut as if hiding a grenade, dragged it to the bottom of the counter, stuffed it into the locked cabinet, and locked it with a brass padlock.

Her cheeks were burning hot, and she cursed Shen Huai, that shameless man, a hundred times in her mind.

When evening came, the clothing store closed.

After washing up, Su Nianhe sat on the large wooden bed in the main room.

She couldn't resist, so she took out the key, opened the closet, and took out the bright red camisole nightgown.

The fabric feels extremely comfortable against the skin.

She held the clothes up against herself a couple of times.

In the mirror, she was already voluptuous and alluring, and the dress accentuated her curves even more, revealing her collarbone and fair skin.

Su Nianhe's heart was pounding. She quickly took off her clothes and stuffed them under her pillow before pulling the covers over her head and going to sleep.

Another month later.

At the entrance of the Jiangshi Municipal Party Committee compound.

A brand-new black Santana sedan smoothly drove through the gate.

In those days, these four-wheeled cars were extremely rare and expensive status symbols; even the mayor's official car didn't have this kind of grandeur.

The car drove all the way to the front of Shenjia No. 2 building and stopped, attracting the attention of the surrounding neighbors who all peeked out.

The car door opened.

Shen Huai, dressed in a sharp black suit without a tie and with two buttons undone at the collar, strode down the street.

His jawline was sharp, and he exuded an aura of authority.

He went around to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and took out two large boxes of high-end health supplements and two cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes.

Wang Liping was sitting in the yard picking vegetables. Looking at the shiny new car and then at Shen Huai's outfit, she was so jealous that her face turned green.

The rumors circulating in the compound that Shen Huai had gone south to become a money-losing speculator have vanished without a trace.

Shen Huai walked into the living room and put his things on the coffee table.

Shen Wanshan sat in the main seat, holding an enamel teacup. Looking at his son's imposing manner, he surprisingly showed a slight smile.

"Dad, Mom," Shen Huai called out, his tone calm. "We've secured the land in the special economic zone, and the project is on track. I came back to take a look."

Shen Wanshan took a sip of water, feeling a weight lifted from his heart. Parents are always worried about their children being away from home.

"It's good that you're back." Shen Wanshan spoke in an official tone, but his voice was much gentler. "We'll have dinner at home tonight."

"No, thank you." Shen Huai glanced at his watch. "Nianhe is waiting for me on Nanqiao Road. I'll go there first. I'll bring her back to see you tomorrow."

He first made an appearance at the compound and followed all the rules so that he could spend all his time with Su Nianhe without anyone disturbing him.

Shen Huai didn't linger and turned to leave.

The Santana's engine roared as it drove straight out of the compound.

It was already getting dark on Nanqiao Road.

The clothing customization center was closed; the area in front was pitch black, with only a dim yellow light shining from the main building in the backyard.

Shen Huai parked the car at the entrance of the alley and pushed open the gate of No. 103.

Su Nianhe had just finished showering and was wearing a loose-fitting long-sleeved cotton nightgown. Her hair was half-dry, and she was sitting on the edge of the bed, calculating today's accounts.

The wooden door to the main house was pushed open, letting in a gust of night wind.

Su Nianhe looked up, but before she could see who it was, a tall and imposing figure loomed over her.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Shen Huai didn't even turn on the lights. Using the moonlight streaming in from outside, he grabbed her lower back with his large hand and pinned her against the door of the main room, kissing her.

The familiar, cool scent of soap mingled with the heat emanating from the man's body.

As soon as Su Nianhe opened her mouth, the rest of her voice was swallowed up.

It was an extremely aggressive kiss, with the ferocity of someone starving. He pried open her teeth and stole all the sweet, fruity scent of her breath.

Su Nianhe was breathless from the kisses, her hands pressed against his hard chest, her legs too weak to stand.

Shen Huai put one arm around her waist and lifted her up, her toes off the ground.

After a long while, Shen Huai finally released her, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing heavy.

"Did you receive the package sent from the Special Administrative Region?" He pinched her waist with his fingers.

Su Nianhe's cheeks flushed crimson, and she turned her head away from his breath: "I received it. You shameless thing, what kind of nonsense did you send?"

Shen Huai chuckled softly.

He carried her back to bed, then opened the drawer and rummaged through all the small boxes, including the red camisole nightgown, throwing them directly onto the bright red peony-patterned sheets.

"Change into it." Shen Huai stood by the bed, looking down at her.

Su Nianhe stared at the barely-there dress, clutching her chest with both hands, refusing to let go.

"I won't change." Her voice was thick with a nasal tone, a soft resistance. "I can't wear these clothes."

Shen Huai ignored her protests, his slender fingers landing on the collar of his suit shirt.

He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes revealing undisguised possessiveness.

His muscular chest was exposed.

Shen Huai braced himself on the edge of the bed, completely trapping her in his shadow, his tone full of doting affection and playful teasing, "Boss Su, it's been so long, did you miss me?"