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

November has arrived.

The north wind was dry and cold, causing the bare branches of the trees along the street to sway violently. People in Jiang City had already put on thick cotton-padded clothes.

The abandoned light industrial machinery factory in the east of the city has been completely transformed.

The large iron gate has been repainted red, and a brand-new wooden sign with white background and black lettering hangs next to it—"Remembering the Garment Factory."

Inside the factory, four semi-automatic production lines brought back from the provincial capital were running at full speed.

The sounds of the sewing machine pedals mingled together, making one's ears ring.

More than fifty female workers dressed in uniform blue smocks sat on both sides of the assembly line, quickly and efficiently producing new winter styles.

Su Nianhe sat in the factory director's office on the second floor.

A tin stove was burning inside, and the temperature was extremely high.

Today she wore a mustard yellow turtleneck chunky knit sweater paired with a long black wool skirt. The sweater was a bit loose, but it still couldn't hide her voluptuous curves. The high neckline made her face look fair and delicate, and when she lowered her head, wisps of hair fell onto the back of her fair neck.

A large sheet of drawing paper was spread on the table, and several sharpened pencils were scattered around it.

Su Nianhe held half a red and blue pencil in her hand, sketching lines on the paper while muttering to herself.

"This wool coat needs a large lapel, which will use up more material, but it will fetch a higher price. This fitted short jacket with an added layer of cotton inside can sell for five more dollars."

She calculated with extreme care.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

Li Lianhua pushed open the wooden door and walked in, carrying a bright red overcoat in her arms.

"Nianhe! Your assembly line is amazing! You finished my wedding dress in no time!" Li Lianhua said happily, putting on her coat and walking to the dressing mirror in the corner of the room to look at herself from left to right.

This dress was specially designed by Su Nianhe for her, to be worn at her wedding on the eighth day of the first lunar month.

Su Nianhe put down the pencil in her hand and went over to straighten her collar.

"This one has a unique stitch, and the fabric is the best pure wool from the provincial capital." Su Nianhe was pleased to see her satisfied expression. "When Brother Li sees you wearing this, I guarantee he won't be able to take his eyes off you."

Li Lianhua, thick-skinned as ever, wasn't ashamed at all upon hearing this.

"He dares to move it! I've already used my connections to get my household registration transferred to the city. After we get married, we'll design this garment for you and wholesale it to Beijing and Shanghai!" Li Lianhua touched the fabric of the coat, clearly delighted.

As the two were talking, steady footsteps came from the top of the stairs.

Shen Huai strode in.

He was wearing a long black wool coat over a crisp white shirt. He had broad shoulders and long legs, and exuded a dry, cold aura from outside.

Li Lianhua was very perceptive; she immediately took off her coat, folded it neatly, and held it in her arms.

"Boss Shen is here, I'll head out now. Tie Jun is still waiting for me outside to buy yarn." Li Lianhua waved her hand and left like a gust of wind, closing the office door behind her.

There were two people left in the room.

Shen Huai walked to the table and tapped the surface twice with his knuckles.

"What do you mean? You didn't even hear me come in." He took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack next to him, his voice low and hoarse from the cold outside.

Su Nianhe walked back to the table and gave him a smile.

"The first batch of garments rolled off the production line today, so I have to hurry up and draw the designs for the next batch of spring clothes." She pushed a stack of finished drawings over, raised her chin proudly, and said, "Look, as soon as these styles hit the market, they'll definitely steal all the business from the department stores."

Shen Huai walked around behind her, placing his hands on either side of the chair back, trapping her between himself and the table.

He looked down at the blueprints.

The first few pictures are all stylish winter coats and sweaters.

But when he flipped to the last few pages, Shen Huai's brows twitched slightly.

The drawing on the paper depicted several extremely form-fitting innerwear outfits. The necklines were plunging very low, the waistlines were cinched so tightly that there was no room for anything else, and there were also a few camisoles and undershirts with pitifully little fabric.

"Boss Su," Shen Huai said, pointing to the blueprint for the suspenders, his tone flat, "are you planning to bring the entire atmosphere of the Special Economic Zone to Jiang City?"

Su Nianhe's cheeks flushed, and she quickly reached out to cover the blueprint.

"What do you know?" she retorted, feigning composure and speaking with self-righteousness. "These kinds of close-fitting underwear are all the rage in the South right now. The material is smooth and comfortable to wear. Women in Jiang City wear thick clothes in winter, so they definitely want to wear something light underneath. That's called market demand."

"Market demand?" Shen Huai grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, making her lean against his stomach. "I feel like this is what I need."

The man's body heat emanated through his thin trousers.

Su Nianhe's back was pressed against his hard muscles, and the familiar scent of soap mixed with the smell of the cold wind outside filled her nostrils.

"Don't talk nonsense, there are workers outside." She lowered her voice and tried to break free of her wrist, but instead of breaking free, he gripped it even tighter.

"What are you afraid of? The door is closed." Shen Huai turned his head, his nose brushing against her neck.

Su Nianhe's body stiffened, her legs felt a little weak.

"In broad daylight..." Her voice was soft and trembling, with a heavy nasal tone.

"I'm checking the accounts," Shen Huai said, using an extremely high-sounding excuse.

His rough fingertips, through the ginger-yellow sweater, pinched her waist with remarkable ease.

"The factory is all renovated, and the production line is up and running. The first batch of garments will be shipped today." Shen Huai whispered in her ear, his breathing becoming heavier, "Boss Su, shouldn't I collect my first share of the profits?"

Su Nianhe felt a little ticklish from his pinching and shrank her neck.

"The clothes haven't been sold yet, where will the money come from to give you a share of the profits?" She was still calculating carefully.

Shen Huai chuckled softly, the vibrations from his chest traveling down her back.

"I don't want money." His large hand slipped under the hem of the sweater and pressed directly against that warm, smooth skin.

Su Nianhe gasped.

"itch……"

"It'll be fine in a minute." Shen Huai was completely unreasonable.

He kissed her neck directly, his teeth grinding against the soft, white flesh.

Outside in the workshop, the roar of machines rose and fell, and the voices of the female workers occasionally drifted over.

In the office just a door away, the temperature rose sharply.

Su Nianhe was so dizzy from the kisses that the half-broken red and blue pencil in her hand fell onto the table and rolled to the floor.

She clung to his forearms with both hands, trying to gain weight.

Shen Huai simply picked her up from the chair and made her turn around to face him.

He used one knee to push her legs apart, pinning her against the edge of the desk.

"The camisole I just drew." Shen Huai ran his fingertip across the corner of her moist lips. "Make the first one, take it home and wear it for me to see."

Su Nianhe's face turned bright red, and she glared at him angrily.

"That piece uses little fabric and has a low cost, so it's meant to be sold for a lot of money."

"I'll buy it." Shen Huai, wealthy and powerful, lowered his head and kissed her lips. "I'll buy it all."

Su Nianhe had no strength left to resist and could only passively endure it.

Her back was pressed against the cold edge of the desk, while his burning chest pressed against her. The contrasting sensations of ice and fire completely robbed her of her ability to think.

After a long while, there was a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Director Su! The first batch of coats has come off the production line! Come out and inspect the goods!" Zhu Yuanyuan's loud voice pierced through the door, shaking the glass windows inside the room.

Su Nianhe snapped out of her daze and shoved Shen Huai's shoulder away.

She gasped for breath, frantically straightening her crumpled ginger-yellow sweater and haphazardly piling up the scattered drawings on the table.

Shen Huai leaned against the edge of the desk, his chest rising and falling slightly, his slender fingers slowly and deliberately straightening the collar of his white shirt.

Seeing her guilty look, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"Go open the door." Shen Huai raised his chin.

Su Nianhe glared at him, walked to the door, took two deep breaths, and pulled the bolt open.

Zhu Yuanyuan walked in carrying a brand-new navy blue woolen coat.

"Nianhe, look at the stitching, look at the pattern!" Zhu Yuanyuan exclaimed excitedly, completely unaware that there was someone else in the room. "This assembly line is really something else! It's so much faster than us using our feet! We can produce over two hundred pieces a day!"

Su Nianhe took the coat, her fingertips tracing the smooth seams, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling.

This is not just a piece of clothing; it is the first step she has taken to truly establish herself in this era.

"The workmanship is fine, continue to produce according to this standard." Su Nianhe immediately adopted the demeanor of a factory manager, "Pack up all of this batch of goods and send them to the department store in the provincial capital first thing tomorrow morning to build up our reputation first."

Zhu Yuanyuan then noticed Shen Huai leaning against the table and greeted him cheerfully.

"Boss Shen is here too. I knocked on the door for ages and no one answered. I thought you two were inside counting money."

The blush that had just faded from Su Nianhe's face returned.

Shen Huai remained calm as he walked over and put his arm around Su Nianhe's shoulder.

"I'm doing the math," Shen Huai said calmly. "I'm calculating how much profit I can make from this batch of goods, and whether it's enough for her to buy the fabric for the new design."

Zhu Yuanyuan didn't understand the implied meaning and happily went out with her coat.

Outside the factory, the north wind was howling fiercely.

Shen Huai picked up the black woolen coat from the coat rack and put it on, then took Su Nianhe's thick cotton coat and wrapped himself up tightly.

"Let's go, Director Su." Shen Huai took her hand. "Let's go to the state-run restaurant for braised pork to celebrate the production of your first batch of goods."

Su Nianhe patted her bulging pockets, feeling confident.

"It's my treat today." She raised her chin, quite generously. "You can have as many bowls of braised pork as you like."

Shen Huai held her soft little hand tightly and put it into his coat pocket.

"Okay," he replied softly, leading her towards the door.