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

At 2 p.m., the black Santana sedan drove out of Jiang City and smoothly drove on the national highway leading to the provincial capital.

Sunlight streamed through the windshield, and the temperature inside the car was just right.

Su Nianhe sat in the passenger seat, with the kraft paper bag containing the trademark registration certificate lying flat on her lap.

Today she was wearing that thick, light red sweater, and her hair was braided into a single plait and placed in front of her.

She placed her hands on the paper bag, tapping them one by one with her fingers, and muttered numbers to herself.

"A production line costing ten thousand yuan, if it can produce two hundred garments a day, and make a net profit of two yuan per garment, that's four hundred yuan a day. A month..." Su Nianhe calculated enthusiastically, but her brows slowly furrowed. "No, we also need to factor in the workers' wages, fabric wastage, and the factory's electricity bills. How long will it take to break even?"

Shen Huai held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand, he reached out and pinched her soft earlobe.

"Stop calculating." Shen Huai looked straight ahead, his voice steady, with a clear smile. "That's not how you do it. With an assembly line, we can take orders from department stores all over the province, operating on a wholesale basis. We'll make 50 cents per piece, and with 2,000 pieces a day, the profit will be much higher than your seven sewing machines."

Su Nianhe's eyes widened instantly when she heard "two thousand pieces a day".

She turned to look at Shen Huai.

"Can so many really be produced?" She was a little incredulous.

"Sure." Shen Huai withdrew his hand and pinched her cheek. "Once we get to the provincial capital, we'll buy whichever line you like. Money's no object."

Su Nianhe was stunned by his wealthy and arrogant demeanor. She obediently leaned back in her chair, but her heart was pounding like a rabbit.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the Santana drove into a large garment machinery factory on the western outskirts of the provincial capital.

The factory manager's surname was Ma. He was a middle-aged man with a large belly, wearing a gray polyester shirt.

Upon seeing a brand-new Santana parked in front of his factory, Old Ma immediately came out to greet it with a broad smile.

"Hey bosses, want to come and check out the equipment?" Old Ma offered a cigarette, but when Shen Huai waved his hand in refusal, he casually tucked it behind his ear.

"I need a complete garment production line, including flatbed sewing machines, overlock sewing machines, and serging machines. I need the latest models," Shen Huai said without further ado, stating his requirements directly.

Upon hearing that they were big customers, Old Ma immediately led the two towards the large warehouse at the back.

The warehouse was filled with all sorts of mechanical equipment, and the smell of machine oil was extremely strong.

Su Nianhe had only ever used a foot-operated Bee brand sewing machine before; she had never seen such a large machine with a long conveyor belt and numerous wires.

She followed Shen Huai, looking around curiously, like a young girl who had just arrived in the city.

Old Ma walked up to a set of machines, patted the green metal casing, and began to promote them with great enthusiasm.

"Boss, look at this thread. It's an imported Japanese motor, powerful enough to run 24 hours a day without overheating. The stitching is smooth and won't get stuck. I'll give you a fair price for the whole set: 12,000."

Upon hearing "12,000," Su Nianhe's heart ached. She instinctively reached out to tug at Shen Huai's suit sleeve.

Shen Huai grabbed her hand and pulled her to his side.

He strode forward, not even bothering to examine the outer casing closely, before bending down and touching the heat dissipation holes at the bottom of the motor with his fingers, then glancing at the meshing gears of the drive shaft.

"It's a Hitachi casing, but the internal coils have been replaced with domestically made copper core coils." Shen Huai straightened up, pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket to wipe the machine oil off his fingers, and spoke in a completely flat tone. "The gear meshing clearance is more than two millimeters. If this machine's speed exceeds 2,500 RPM, the bottom wire will definitely get tangled. Are you trying to fool me with a refurbished machine?"

Old Ma's smile froze instantly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He never expected that the random car owner would turn out to be a knowledgeable expert.

Shen Huai studied mechanical manufacturing in university and later worked as a technical consultant in a textile factory for three years.

To him, the mechanical principles of these textile products were as simple and transparent as children's toys.

"Boss... this..." Old Ma stammered, quickly pulling out a towel to wipe his sweat.

"Lead the way to the Class A warehouse." Shen Huai directly exposed him, "Bring out the original equipment your factory just imported from West Germany. Don't waste my time with this pieced-together stuff."

Old Ma was completely convinced. He nodded repeatedly and bowed as he led the two men to a large warehouse at the very back.

The light was turned on.

A brand-new assembly line, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic sheen, came into view. There wasn't a trace of rust, and the motor wiring was arranged with extreme neatness.

Shen Huai walked over, pulled the power switch, and pressed the start button.

The machine emitted a low, steady hum, and the conveyor belt moved at a constant speed with very little noise.

"This line, nine thousand." Shen Huai didn't look at Lao Ma, turned off the power, and directly quoted a price that made Lao Ma wince.

"Oh dear, boss, this is an original import. Nine thousand isn't even enough to cover our costs!" Old Ma complained bitterly.

"Eight thousand five hundred." Shen Huai's voice turned cold, completely unreasonable.

Old Ma was so anxious he kept slapping his thigh: "Nine thousand! Nine thousand! Just consider it making friends, how about that!"

"Deal." Shen Huai turned around, took out a contract and pen from his briefcase, and slammed them on the metal table next to him. "Sign the contract today, and send two trucks to deliver it to Nanqiao Road in Jiang City tomorrow morning."

Su Nianhe stood to the side, not uttering a single word throughout.

She watched as Shen Huai managed to get several thousand yuan down in just a few words, her eyes shining like they were electrified.

The way that man was haggling just now was even more tempting than if he had just given her money.

After signing the contract and paying the deposit, it was completely dark when I left the machinery factory.

The streets in the provincial capital are wider and the streetlights are brighter than those in Jiang City.

"Are you hungry?" Shen Huai opened the car door and shoved Su Nianhe into the passenger seat.

"I'm hungry," Su Nianhe answered honestly, still thinking about the several thousand yuan she had saved earlier. "You saved me so much money today, I'll treat you to a big meal."

"Okay, Boss Su is treating." Shen Huai started the car and drove directly to a state-run hotel.

The two ordered three main dishes: braised pork knuckle, sweet and sour pork, and stir-fried bok choy.

Su Nianhe was in a good mood today, and after running around all afternoon, she was really hungry. She ate two whole bowls of rice and even ate a lot of braised pork knuckle skin.

Once you've eaten your fill, things start to get a little out of control.

As Su Nianhe stepped out of the restaurant, the rich, sweet, and fruity aroma of fruit wafted out uncontrollably.

As Shen Huai walked beside her, his breathing became heavier as his tall figure approached.

He knows this taste all too well.

Once she's had her fill of food, that deadly aroma will soak her through completely.

"Are you full?" Shen Huai put his large hand around her waist, and he could feel her amazing body temperature even through her sweater.

"A little," Su Nianhe's voice softened, "I want to go back and take a shower."

Without wasting words, Shen Huai carried the person into the car, stepped on the gas, and drove directly to the high-end guesthouse he usually booked at the provincial capital office.

The suite at the very back on the third floor.

The key turned, and the door opened.

Shen Huai didn't even turn on the lights. He locked the door behind him and pinned the person against it.

"Shen Huai..." Su Nianhe was pressed between the door and his hard chest, and her hands instinctively clung to his shoulders.

"I saved you three thousand yuan today." Shen Huai lowered his head, his nose brushing against her neck, took a deep breath, and his voice was hoarse. "How does Boss Su plan to thank me?"

"I'm treating you to dinner..." she tried to reason with, but the sweet aroma completely overwhelmed her rationality.

"One meal isn't enough." Shen Huai's large hand slid down her back and stopped at her slender waist.

His fingers deftly slipped under the hem of her water-red sweater, the rough calluses pressing against her hot, delicate skin.

Su Nianhe suddenly shrank back, her legs went weak, and she slid down.

Shen Huai put one arm around her waist, lifted her up, and kissed her lips directly.

She was breathless from his kisses, her hands trembling with unease. She could only clutch at the collar of his white shirt, crumpling the neatly pressed fabric into wrinkles.

Shen Huai picked her up, strode to the bedside, and threw her into the soft bedding.

He looked down at her, unbuttoning his white shirt with one hand.

One, two.

His strong chest was exposed, with clearly defined muscles, exuding the imposing presence of a mature man.

Su Nianhe lay on the bed, looking at him with her watery eyes. Feeling a little hot, she unconsciously tugged at the collar of her sweater.

"Take off your clothes." Shen Huai pressed his large hand on her wrist, his voice incredibly deep, "You'll sweat if you keep them on."

Before she could do anything, he bent down and, with a mix of coaxing and cajoling, helped her peel off the heavy sweater.

The lights were off inside; only moonlight streamed in through the window.

Her voluptuous curves were dazzlingly white in the dim light.

Shen Huai's Adam's apple bobbed heavily twice before he pressed down on her.

"Shen Huai..."

"Yes, I'm here."

"..."

Shen Huai took all the "interest" of the three thousand yuan, leaving her no room for negotiation.