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

The result of staying up late last night was that when Su Nianhe sat at her desk the next day, even the fingers that held the pen were sore.

Today, Su Nianhe deliberately chose a high-necked sweater to completely cover the conspicuous red marks on the side of her neck.

In the factory manager's office on the second floor, sunlight streamed through the glass windows and shone onto the floor.

Looking at the mountain of receipts piled on her desk, Su Nianhe felt utterly listless.

On the left is a thick stack of shipping orders, on the right is the attendance sheet of the workshop workers, and in the middle is a detailed list of fabric purchases sent from Guangzhou.

Zhu Yuanyuan, carrying two blue folders, pushed open the wooden door of the office with her foot and rushed in.

"Director Su, we got a call from the provincial capital's department store." Zhu Yuanyuan slammed her folder on the table. "The autumn/winter wool coats are sold out, and they're urging us to ship the remaining stock quickly. Also, the workshop director said the belt on production line number three broke due to wear and tear, so we have to stop production for half a day for repairs. In addition, the fabric supplier in Guangzhou sent a telegram saying that the price of the next batch of pure wool fabric will increase by 50 cents per foot, and they're asking if we're going to sign the order."

As Su Nianhe listened to this series of reports, her head was buzzing.

She held half a red and blue pencil in her hand, poked it twice on the purchase order, and the pencil tip snapped with a "snap".

"A 50-cent price increase? Why doesn't he just rob someone?" Su Nianhe threw the broken pencil on the table, leaned back in her large leather chair, exuding a weary, lifeless air. "Tell Yangcheng they won't sign. Let them sell to whomever they want. Jiang City isn't the only supplier."

Zhu Yuanyuan quickly wrote it down with her pen and then turned to the second page.

"Regarding the workshop shutdown..."

"Fix it, fix it quickly. If it's broken, go to the provincial machinery factory to buy new parts and have the finance department approve the payment directly." Su Nianhe raised her hand and rubbed her throbbing temples.

Steady footsteps came from outside the door.

Shen Huai pushed open the door and walked in.

He hadn't been to the construction site in the special economic zone for the past few days, and he was carrying a steaming enamel mug in his hand.

Zhu Yuanyuan was very perceptive and immediately closed the folder.

"Alright, I'll go check the remaining accounts with the finance department. Director Su, you can rest now." Zhu Yuanyuan waved her hand and slipped away faster than a rabbit, closing the door tightly behind her.

The room became quiet.

Shen Huai strode over and placed the enamel mug on the table. Inside were a few red dates and goji berries, their sweet aroma filling the air.

He went around behind the desk, placed his large hand naturally on Su Nianhe's shoulder, and began to squeeze it with just the right amount of force.

"What's wrong? Boss Su, who makes a lot of money, doesn't seem too happy today." Shen Huai's voice was steady, with obvious teasing, as his fingertips pressed against her sore spot through her thick knit sweater.

Su Nianhe let out a comfortable hum, leaned her head back, and rested against his firm abdomen.

"I don't want to do this anymore," she muttered, her voice soft and trembling. "Whoever wants to be the factory manager can have it. All I do all day is look at these stupid reports and manage these trivial inbound and outbound goods. I don't even have time to pick up a paintbrush. Yesterday I wanted to draw a design for a new spring outfit, but the workshop foreman dragged me to take inventory of buttons for two hours."

She became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, her almond-shaped eyes welling up with tears.

"When I first opened my tailor shop, I just wanted to quietly draw patterns and do the clothing design I loved. Now, instead, I'm like an abacus maker every day."

Shen Huai listened to her complaints without stopping his work, a low chuckle escaping his chest.

He walked around to the front of the chair, placed his hands on the armrests, and looked down at her.

"If you don't want to manage it, then don't." Shen Huai's tone was extremely matter-of-fact, revealing an unreasonable indulgence. "I'm throwing money at you to open a factory, buy production lines, and swallow up this old state-owned factory, all to make you happy and give you the confidence to walk around Jiang City with your head held high, not to make you come here to be a laborer."

Su Nianhe looked at his arrogant and wealthy appearance and curled her lip.

"No matter how the factory operates, there are over four hundred people here, and the daily cost of fabric alone is a huge sum of money. What if the accounts get messed up if no one is watching over it?" Her inherent greedy nature still prevailed.

Shen Huai bent his knuckles and gently flicked her fair forehead.

"You're usually pretty sharp-witted, so why are you so slow to understand?" Shen Huai straightened up and leaned against the edge of his desk. "For a company to grow, it relies on management systems, not on the boss micromanaging everything. You need to learn to delegate."

He presented his plan in a clear and logical manner.

"Promote Zhu Yuanyuan to oversee production and daily inventory. She's bold, protective of her own, and efficient."

Su Nianhe was stunned.

"Then what should I do?"

Shen Huai lowered his head, his gaze falling on the half-finished clothing sketch on her desk.

"You'll be the chief designer." Shen Huai placed his large hand on her head, ruffling her long, black hair. "I had Secretary Zhou contact a fashion design professor at an art college in the provincial capital. Starting next month, you'll go directly to the provincial capital on weekends to take classes with professional teachers and learn more about the styles and cuts you like. As for the accounts, the finance department will prepare a summary report for you each month; you just need to look at the last column to see how much money you made."

Su Nianhe's eyes gradually brightened.

You don't have to calculate incoming and outgoing goods, or worry about whether the belt is broken or not. You only need to draw diagrams and count money, and you can even go to university to study with professors.

This was exactly the day she had been dreaming of.

Shen Huai took a step forward, squeezing between her legs, completely trapping her in the small space formed by himself and the table.

The man's body heat wafted through his thin white shirt, dispelling the morning chill.

Su Nianhe's back was suspended in the air, and her hands instinctively clung to his shoulders.

Shen Huai gently patted Su Nianhe's thin back with his large hand.

Su Nianhe leaned against him, quickly going over the details of the matter in her mind.

There are people in charge of purchasing and shipping, and people in charge of production. I only need to draw the drawings, and I can still get the lion's share every month.

This deal is a win-win situation no matter how you look at it.

She lifted her head from Shen Huai's embrace, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling, and even the weariness she had just felt vanished.

"What if the two of them can't manage it and the factory loses money?" Su Nianhe couldn't help but ask, her inherently greedy nature making her extremely sensitive to money.

Shen Huai cupped her face in his hands and gently rubbed her cheeks with his fingertips.

"I've used special zone funds to cover it up." Shen Huai's tone was extremely calm, revealing an unreasonable indulgence. "As long as Director Su is happy, even if this factory is just running for fun, I can handle it. Besides, believe in yourself, and believe in Li Lianhua and Zhu Yuanyuan's abilities."

Upon hearing this, Su Nianhe was completely relieved of her worries.

"A meeting tomorrow!" she declared decisively. "Call Lianhua back from the provincial capital, and hold a factory-wide meeting first thing tomorrow morning. I'm determined to be a hands-off manager."

Looking at her money-grubbing and energetic appearance, Shen Huai let out a deep laugh.