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

"Mr. Shen, are you leaving already?"

The organizer's manager quickly came to greet them.

"I have some personal matters to attend to, please excuse me." Shen Huai didn't even stop walking, pulling the person directly out of the banquet hall.

The corridor was covered with thick carpets.

Shen Huai pushed open the door of an empty lounge next door, pulled the person inside, closed the door behind him, and locked it.

The lights inside were off, only the streetlights from outside the window shone through.

As soon as the door closed, Shen Huai pressed her against the door panel.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips directly.

After not seeing each other for more than half a month, all the longing and possessiveness completely erupted in this kiss.

Su Nianhe was so dizzy from the kisses that she was still holding the half-eaten cake in her hand.

"The cake is going to fall..." she protested, panting, as she finally managed to turn her head away.

"So what if it fell?" Shen Huai's voice was hoarse. His large hand slid down her waistline and pinched her side.

Su Nianhe loosened her grip, and the cake fell to the ground.

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

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against the side of her neck, his breathing becoming heavier.

The aroma of fruit mixed with the scent of champagne filled my nostrils.

"Did you eat your fill in the banquet hall just now?" Shen Huai was extremely familiar with her physical changes and could feel her body temperature rising higher and higher.

"I'm not full..." Su Nianhe's body went limp, and she could only hold onto his broad shoulders with her hands. "I only ate a small piece of cake."

"That's perfect." Shen Huai hugged her even tighter, his strong chest pressed firmly against hers. "Save your appetite, I'll take you out for something good later."

He kept saying he was eating, but his actions became increasingly inappropriate.

The fabric of the skirt was too slippery, so he slipped his large hand directly inside the hem.

"Who designed this dress?" Shen Huai asked, feeling the heat through the fabric with his large hand.

"I drew it myself." Su Nianhe's voice was soft and trembling, with a heavy nasal tone.

"This piece is not allowed to be mass-produced from now on. I'm buying out the original design." Shen Huai was completely unreasonable, pinning her against the door. "You can only wear it at home for me to see."

Su Nianhe gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"Shen Huai, we're in a hotel..." she tried to pull him back to his last shred of reason.

"What happened at the hotel?" Shen Huai remained unmoved. "I haven't seen you for half a month, and I miss you."

The man's body heat emanated continuously, making the air in the lounge feel thin.

It took Shen Huai quite a while to put her down.

His long, slender fingers helped straighten her disheveled skirt, then he lowered his head and kissed her blushing earlobe.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat roast duck." He said calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Su Nianhe glared at him, raised her hand to tidy her hair, and the blush on her cheeks lingered for a long time.

The two walked out of the lounge one after the other.

As soon as I entered the hotel lobby, I ran into several business owners from the south who had been in the banquet hall earlier.

"Oh, Mr. Shen, Factory Director Su," a boss greeted them with a smile, his gaze shifting between the two.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, Shen Huai naturally wrapped his large hand around Su Nianhe's slender waist.

"I know her." Shen Huai's tone was extremely calm, revealing an undisguised possessiveness. "This is my wife."

Su Nianhe ignored those people and walked out of the restaurant with Shen Huai's arm around her waist.

Shen Huai opened the door of the black sedan parked at the entrance and gently helped her into the car, shielding her head.

He went around to the driver's seat and started the car.

"The projects in the special economic zone are basically finished." Shen Huai placed his hands on the steering wheel, and the car smoothly entered the traffic. "In the second half of the year, I will shift my focus back to Jiang City and spend more time with you."

Su Nianhe leaned back in the passenger seat and turned to look at his angular profile.

"Really not going out anymore?"

"I'm not running away anymore." Shen Huai freed one hand and took her soft little hand in his. "I've earned enough money. Now the most important thing is to stay with my wife."

Upon hearing this, Su Nianhe's almond-shaped eyes curved into crescent moons.

She gripped his large hand tightly and gently scratched his palm with her fingertips.

"Then Mr. Shen will have to work hard for me from now on. My current net worth is no less than yours."

Shen Huai chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest echoing in the carriage.

"Okay, I'll do whatever Boss Su says."

The black sedan drove smoothly through the night of Beijing.

Shen Huaizhen took her to eat roast duck.

In the private room of this century-old restaurant, slices of dark red duck meat were laid out on the table.

Shen Huai took off his suit jacket, revealing a crisp black shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms. His slender fingers held a thin pancake, dipped it in sweet bean sauce, added scallions and duck meat, rolled it up neatly, and offered it to Su Nianhe's mouth.

Su Nianhe's stomach was already empty.

At this moment, he completely lost the composure he had when he was a big boss, and ate happily, bite after bite.

After eating half a roast duck, my stomach was completely full.

After a satisfying meal, a rosy blush spread across her already fair cheeks, and fine beads of sweat glistened on the tip of her nose. The sweet aroma of fruit wafted down her fair neck, almost completely masking the smell of roast duck in the private room.

This flavor worked better for Shen Huai than any strong liquor.

Shen Huai threw the hot towel he was using to wipe his hands on the table and pulled her outside.

At this moment, the car turned into a wide alley inside the Second Ring Road. The streetlights were dim, casting long shadows of the Chinese scholar trees on both sides.

The car stopped in front of a grand and imposing gate.

The environment here is extremely quiet, completely free from the hustle and bustle of the commercial street.

Shen Huai got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and led Su Nianhe out.

Su Nianhe was still wearing those high-heeled leather shoes, and her bright red halter-neck dress stood out conspicuously in the night.

She was prone to drowsiness after eating, and leaning against Shen Huai's arm, she let out a small yawn.

"Which restaurant is this?" Su Nianhe looked up at the tall blue brick gate in front of her. There were two carved stone drums on both sides of the gate, which looked very impressive.

"It's not a restaurant."

Shen Huai took a brass key out of his trouser pocket, inserted it into the brass lock, and turned it twice.

The heavy, black lacquered wooden door made a dull creak as he pushed it open with one hand.

"Let's go in and take a look." Shen Huai placed his large hand on her lower back and led her across the high threshold.

After passing the blue brick screen wall in front of you, the view suddenly opens up.

This is a standard three-courtyard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house).

The courtyard is spacious, with a smooth bluestone slab paving the ground. A covered walkway connects the east and west wing rooms, and two sturdy crabapple trees stand in the center of the courtyard.

The tree canopy was like a canopy, and the branches and leaves rustled in the night wind.

By the light of the octagonal palace lanterns shining under the eaves, Su Nianhe could clearly see the carved beams and painted rafters around her.

All the red-painted pillars and doors and windows were newly renovated, exuding an air of sophistication built with money.

The beads of her abacus started moving instantly in her mind, and all her drowsiness vanished.

"Don't tell me you bought this yard?" Su Nianhe turned her head, her eyes wide open.

"I bought it." Shen Huai's tone was extremely calm, as if he had just bought two pounds of cabbage at the supply and marketing cooperative. "I had an experienced craftsman renovate it inside and out, installed water and electricity, and installed air conditioning and a boiler."

Su Nianhe gasped.

"How much money did this cost?!" Her inherent greedy nature erupted, and she stomped her feet in distress. "A courtyard house within the Second Ring Road of Beijing, this size, this renovation... Did you throw all the money you earned in the Special Economic Zone into this?"