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

With the spring breeze blowing, it's already March.

In the 1990s, the economy took off, and the young people of the era made a fortune by riding the wave of opportunity.

Shen Huai's Huaihe Real Estate has flourished in major cities across the country, with not only residential communities being built at a rapid pace, but also countless landmark commercial buildings rising from the ground.

The sun shines brightly on the outskirts of Jiang City.

Several cars lined up and came to a steady stop in front of a vast private estate.

The black wrought iron gates open to both sides, revealing a huge, neatly trimmed lawn, and a wide driveway leads directly to the magnificent European-style mansion in the center.

Su Nianhe got off the first car.

Today she wore a light purple spring dress with a perfectly low neckline. Her long, black hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin, and her fair cheeks glowed with a dewy luster in the sunlight.

She was stunned.

Shen Huai only said that he would take everyone out for a spring outing on the weekend, without mentioning the manor at all.

People from the following cars also got off one after another.

Today, He Jianjun wore a flashy spring shirt and sunglasses on his nose. He walked up to the iron gate and whistled loudly.

"Old Shen, you've got quite the ostentatious display." He Jianjun smacked his lips, pointing at the large lawn, "How much did this cost? You're treating Jiang City's land like a cabbage dumpling."

Liu Hong walked over in her high heels and naturally took He Jianjun's arm. Her red lips parted slightly: "What do you know? President Shen is spending a fortune to win a beauty's smile. The money you make as a middleman is only enough to sleep on the floor in this courtyard."

Zhu Yuanyuan crawled out of the car holding a thermos, her eyes practically wide open.

"My goodness, this yard is big enough to run an assembly line!"

Li Lianhua and Li Tiejun nodded in agreement, their faces full of amazement.

The Shen family also arrived in the last car.

Five-year-old Shen Ping'an was wearing a little suit and looked chubby like a ball of meat.

Upon seeing the large lawn, he immediately became excited and ran towards it with his short legs.

"Ping An! Slow down, don't fall!" Wang Liping chased after him in her leather shoes.

She dared not utter a single sour word now; looking at the manor, she felt nothing but awe and obsequiousness.

Shen Wanshan and Liu Huizhen walked behind.

Looking at the grand display, Liu Huizhen's face beamed with joy. Turning to Su Nianhe, her tone was incredibly gentle: "Nianhe, Xiao Huai handled this perfectly. You can rest here during your pregnancy; the air is fresh and it's quiet."

Old Shen walked at the back, leaning on his cane, tilting his head to look at the valuable shrubs planted next to the lawn.

"What? Why aren't the scallions in this field flowering?" Old Man Shen's voice was so loud that it startled the birds nearby, causing them to flutter away.

Grandma Shen slapped him across the face in an annoyed tone: "Walk properly! That's a foreign tree; it doesn't eat onions!"

Shen Huai was wearing a clean white shirt and casual trousers, with broad shoulders and long legs.

He had one hand in his pocket, and with the other hand, he naturally took Su Nianhe's soft hand.

"Let's go in and take a look," Shen Huai said calmly.

The group walked in in a grand procession.

Pushing open the door of the Western-style building, the interior decoration is even more exquisite.

There were no rigid rules like those in the municipal party committee compound, nor any outdated furnishings; everything was done to the highest standards of comfort and luxury.

The first floor is a huge open-plan living room, which connects to the dining room at the back.

In the kitchen, two people dressed in white chef's uniforms were busy at work.

"This chef was specially poached from a high-end hotel." Shen Huai pinched Su Nianhe's hand with his fingertip. "Whatever you want to eat in the future, someone will cook it for you anytime."

He Jianjun walked around the living room and leaned back on the leather sofa.

"This sofa is really comfortable." He Jianjun waved to Li Tiejun, "Tiejun, come and try it, it's much better than that wooden bench."

Li Tiejun walked over and sat down with a cheerful smile.

While everyone was having a good time on the first floor, Shen Huai pulled Su Nianhe directly up to the second floor.

Su Nianhe's breath hitched as she pushed open a double wooden door on the east side of the second floor.

This is an extremely spacious, dedicated design studio.

The floor-to-ceiling windows provide excellent natural light.

In the middle is a huge solid wood worktable.

Along the wall is a row of fabric display cabinets, filled with top-quality fabrics and color swatches imported from the special economic zone and even abroad.

On the shelf next to it, mannequins of various sizes were neatly hung.

"Here..." Su Nianhe walked over, her fingers tracing the smooth edge of the workbench, her voice soft and trembling.

"This is for your tailor shop." Shen Huai walked up from behind, stretched out his long arm, and pulled the person directly into his arms.

He rested his chin on the top of her head, inhaling the sweet fruity scent emanating from her.

"Back in the old compound, you had to be mindful of other people's feelings even when getting a dress made." Shen Huai's large hand slid up her waistline, stopping at that soft curve. "Later, on Nanqiao Road, the place was too small to accommodate all your new fabrics."

He turned her around so they were face to face.

"I promised you a place where you can do whatever you want." Shen Huai looked down at her, his tone revealing an unreasonable indulgence. "Here, there are no rules of the compound, no gossip from outside. You can lie on the lawn sunbathing every day, and no one will dare to say a word against it. This is your territory."

Hearing these words, Su Nianhe's petulance melted into tenderness.

She knew he had made money, and she knew he was now the richest man in the world.

But when this immense wealth truly became a safe haven protecting her, she still felt like she was dreaming.

"How much will this cost?" Su Nianhe muttered softly, her hands climbing up his white shirt collar. "You've poured all your money into this house. Is there any money left in the company's account?"

Shen Huai was amused by her money-grubbing appearance, and the vibration of his chest traveled through their skin.

"I've done enough to support you." Shen Huai flicked her fair forehead lightly with his knuckles. "Boss Su's garment factory is making a fortune every day, why is he worrying about me not having money?"

Su Nianhe covered her forehead and glared at him.

"That's different. My money is mine, and your money is mine too," she retorted confidently.

"Yes, it's all yours."

Shen Huai lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The early spring sunlight streamed in through the French windows, making the room warm and cozy.

Shen Huai's lips had just left that soft spot, and he hadn't even caught his breath yet.

Then came a series of heavy footsteps in the corridor.

Before the two could separate, the heavy double wooden door of the design studio on the second floor was pushed open.