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

Su Nianhe sat on the bright red peony-patterned bed sheet, looking at the man in front of her with his shirt collar open. His strong chest was right in front of her, rising and falling with his breath, carrying the coolness of the night breeze and the familiar scent of soap.

She was still clutching that pitifully small red tank top in her hand, and her ears burned as she heard his blunt and unreasonable words.

"Yes," Su Nianhe answered honestly without hesitation.

She tossed the fabric aside, leaned forward, and wrapped her two fair arms around Shen Huai's strong waist. She pressed her cheek against his warm abdomen, nuzzling him gently, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "I really want to."

Shen Huai was originally leaning on the edge of the bed, intending to tease her, but she caught him off guard with her blunt words.

He cupped the back of her head with his large hand, pulled her a little distance away, and lowered his head.

"Is it real or just wishful thinking?" Shen Huai's breathing was a little heavy, his nose brushing against her neck. "If you miss me, why don't you send me telegrams every day?"

“Sending telegrams is too expensive; they charge by the word,” Su Nianhe retorted matter-of-factly. “Each word costs several cents, enough to buy two feet of good cotton cloth.”

Shen Huai was so angry he laughed.

"Your money-grubbing habit is incurable." He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her directly.

The kiss came suddenly and fiercely.

Shen Huai was exhausted from the long journey and fierce from being starved for three months.

It was already quite hot and humid in May. The windows were closed, and the heat from their combined body heat was rising outwards.

Su Nianhe was breathless from the kisses, her hands clinging to his broad shoulders, her legs so weak she slid down.

Shen Huai put one arm around her waist, lifted her up, and pressed her down into the soft quilt.

He ran his fingertips across her chin, down her neck, and stopped at the buttons of her long-sleeved cotton pajamas.

"These pajamas are too thick, they're too hot." He made up an extremely high-sounding excuse, his fingers deftly unbuttoning two buttons.

Su Nianhe quickly grabbed his wrist, her breathing becoming erratic.

"Don't pull, I'll take it off myself." She was anxious, afraid that he would ruin her clothes again.

Shen Huai stopped what he was doing, pressed his forehead against hers, and his chest heaved violently.

He was still wearing the dress pants he wore while traveling, and the back of his shirt was already covered in sweat.

"I'm going to take a shower." Shen Huai's voice was hoarse, and he pinched the soft flesh on her waist with his large hand. "You haven't been to bed for three days, and you're covered in dirt. Change into that red one, and I'll check it when I get back."

He didn't give her a chance to refuse, stood up, and strode out of the main room.

Soon, the sound of running water from the pipes could be heard in the yard.

Su Nianhe lay on the bed, her cheeks flushed red. She sat up, picked up the bright red camisole nightgown next to her, and unfolded it in her hand.

The fabric is smooth, light, and thin. Two thin straps connect a palm-sized piece of cloth, and the hem is so short it doesn't even cover the top of the thigh. The patterns from the Special Economic Zone are truly unbearable to look at.

The sound of water outside has stopped.

Su Nianhe's heart was pounding. She gritted her teeth, took off her long-sleeved cotton pajamas, and put on this red camisole.

The fabric felt incredibly comfortable against her skin, cool and refreshing. The bright red fabric contrasted sharply with her fair skin, creating a striking visual impact. Her voluptuous curves were clearly outlined, her collarbone and shoulders fully exposed.

The door hinges made a slight turning sound.

Shen Huai pushed open the door and walked in.

He was shirtless, wearing only loose black trousers, and his hair was still dripping wet. Water droplets slid down his muscular chest and eight-pack abs, disappearing into his waistband.

He closed the door behind him and pushed the bolt all the way down.

Turning around, Shen Huai's gaze fell on the edge of the bed.

Su Nianhe sat there, her hands awkwardly covering her chest, her two pale legs pressed together, even her toes curled up from nervousness.

Shen Huai stood there, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily twice.

He strode over, knelt on the edge of the bed, and trapped the person between himself and the wall.

"What are you blocking?" Shen Huai pulled her hand away and pressed it onto the bed sheet.

"This dress is too short." Su Nianhe's voice trembled, with a heavy nasal tone, and she turned her head away from his breath, which was damp with moisture.

"Shorter is better." Shen Huai said matter-of-factly, lowering his head to accurately take her earlobe into his mouth, gently grinding his teeth against that soft flesh. "It's fine."

The cool water on his body pressed against her burning skin.

Su Nianhe's body tensed instantly, her legs went weak. The rich, sweet fragrance wafted from the red fabric, driving her to the brink of madness.

Dry wood catches fire easily; it ignites at the slightest touch.

Shen Huai's movements were extremely aggressive, pressing her completely down into the red peony bed sheet. His large hands explored inside the smooth fabric, the rough calluses scraping against her delicate skin, causing shivers to run through her.

The night wind outside blew through the bare branches of the Chinese toon tree.

The noise inside the house continued intermittently until dawn was approaching before it finally stopped.

The sky outside the window was already turning a pale white, and early birds were chirping and twittering in the branches.

It was still a bit chilly in the early morning, so Shen Huai pulled a thin blanket over the two of them.

Su Nianhe felt as if all the bones in her body had fallen apart, and her legs ached as if they were filled with lead.

She was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping, and she nestled in Shen Huai's arms in a daze, finding a comfortable position so that she didn't even want to move a finger.

Shen Huai, however, was wide awake and full of energy.

He leaned against the headboard, his long arm encircling her chest, his large hand patting her thin back intermittently.

"The construction sites in the special economic zone have all started up." Shen Huai rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice steady, with a hint of post-coital languor.

"Hmm..." Su Nianhe hummed softly, without even lifting her eyelids, treating it as if she were listening to a lullaby.

Shen Huai ignored whether she was conscious or not and continued speaking.

"He Jianjun is overseeing the foundation work. The piece of wasteland I acquired this time is in an excellent location. Real estate will definitely be the most lucrative industry for the next ten years or so." Shen Huai twirled a strand of her black hair with his fingers. "The steel mill in the provincial capital has a stable business, but I plan to expand by adding two more production lines, specializing in steel for construction."

Su Nianhe's breathing gradually became long and even.

"Building houses requires steel and cement. We acquire the land ourselves, produce our own building materials, and assemble our own construction teams. We keep all the profits in our own hands from start to finish." Shen Huai's thinking became clearer and clearer as he spoke, and his business empire fully unfolded in his mind. "This is what you call a closed business loop."

He looked down at the person in his arms and squeezed her waist with his large hand.

"In the future, it won't just be us building houses. More and more people will come and go to the special economic zone to do business, and everyone will be eyeing the house-building business. Others will gradually figure out the tricks of the trade." Shen Huai's tone was full of ambition. "So I need to be earlier than everyone else. Before everyone else realizes it, I need to acquire all the most valuable land in the special economic zone."

"Boss Su, I'll buy all the storefronts on Nanqiao Road and give them to you."

Shen Huai was talking so enthusiastically that he didn't hear a response for a long time.

The room was quiet, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall.

He lowered his head.

Su Nianhe's cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly parted, and she had long since fallen into a deep sleep.

Shen Huai chuckled to himself.

He hadn't seen her in so long, and he had a lot on his mind.

When he was out doing business, he relied entirely on his brain to calculate. Only when he returned to this small main room and held this little money-grubber whose mind was only focused on abacus and purchasing goods did he feel at ease.

He just wanted to talk to her more and share his plans.

As a result, we separated for so long not long after getting married, and last night we were exhausted from all that fuss.

Shen Huai looked at her adorable sleeping face, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He couldn't resist and leaned down to kiss her again.

From her smooth forehead to her pert nose, and then to her slightly swollen lips from the kiss.

He kissed her every inch of her face with great patience, leaving his mark on every part of her skin.

Su Nianhe felt itchy in her sleep, wrinkled her nose, and whimpered as she snuggled deeper into his arms, her hands instinctively gripping the thin blanket on his chest.

Shen Huai smiled and tucked the blanket in.

He tightened his long arms, holding the person firmly in his embrace, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep along with him.