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

The backyard was quiet, making the cough seem particularly abrupt.

Shen Huai snapped out of his daze and turned to look at him.

Liu Huizhen stood by the small door, her expression indescribable, her eyes filled with shock, worry, and a hint of heartache at seeing a pervert.

"Mom, why aren't you asleep yet?" Shen Huai stood up, his tone indifferent.

Liu Huizhen walked over, deliberately avoiding the clothes hanging on the wire, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Huai, has the equipment at the factory finished debugging these past two days?"

"Um."

Liu Huizhen sighed and said earnestly, "Xiao Huai, no matter how busy you are with work, you need to take care of your personal life. I've picked out two pretty good girls for you, one works for the Municipal Party Committee's Propaganda Department, and the other is the political commissar's niece. Take some time tomorrow morning to go to the state-run coffee shop to meet them."

Shen Huai frowned slightly and refused without hesitation: "I'm not going. There are still blueprints to check at the factory."

Normally, Liu Huizhen would probably have let him have his way.

But not today.

Liu Huizhen grew anxious, stepped forward, lowered her voice, but her tone was stern: "You have to go! Look at yourself! You're twenty-six and don't even have a boyfriend. If you keep going like this, you'll easily develop mental health issues!"

Shen Huai was baffled: "What's wrong with me?"

Seeing that he still wouldn't admit it, Liu Huizhen's gaze drifted directly to the few pieces of faded cloth on the wire, then quickly looked away, giving him a look that said, "Mom saw it all, stop pretending."

"Who would sit here in the middle of the night looking at such unclean things if they weren't sick!" Liu Huizhen gritted her teeth, exasperated. "You need to find a wife quickly, and this strange illness will naturally get better. Mom won't tell anyone, but you have to go tomorrow!"

Shen Huai turned around and looked back, following Liu Huizhen's gaze.

Those few pieces of clothing swayed in the wind.

His mind went blank, and his blood rushed to his head.

He then realized what he had just been doing and finally understood why Liu Huizhen had that expression.

His mother thought he had become a pervert because he was lonely and didn't have a wife, and that he was peeping at the nanny's underwear here.

Shen Huai was completely devastated.

His face turned ashen, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he tried to explain.

But how do you explain this?

He said it was because he was drunk last night and dreamed about Su Nianhe.

His mother must think he's reminiscing here.

That's worse than being a pervert.

"I'm just getting some fresh air here," Shen Huai forced out those words.

Liu Huizhen gave her an "I understand" look and nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, go get some fresh air. Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, get yourself ready before you meet people. Mom is doing this for your own good."

After saying that, Liu Huizhen turned and left quickly, as if afraid that staying even a second longer would embarrass her son.

Shen Huai stood there, listening to the sound of the small door closing, and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

He had never been so wronged in his life.

The look Liu Huizhen gave him before she left clearly showed that she thought he was a perverted man who had been single for too long and whose mind was twisted.

The root of all this is that fragmented memory from last night.

Shen Huai turned around, not going up to the second floor, but instead going straight down the first-floor corridor and stopping outside Su Nianhe's nanny's room.

Only one dim light bulb was on in the corridor, casting its light on the wooden door.

He raised his right hand, his well-defined fingers bending, and stopped less than two centimeters from the door panel.

To knock or not to knock.

Shen Huai's breathing became heavier.

If everything last night was really just a hallucination he had while drunk, just a ridiculous dream, wouldn't it scare away this little rabbit-like girl if he knocked on her door in the middle of the night and asked her those kinds of questions?

He usually lectures people in the factory with a set of rules, but now, standing in front of a thin wooden door, his thoughts are a complete mess.

His hand hovered in mid-air for a long time before finally slowly falling down.

Forget it.

He had just turned around to go upstairs when the wooden door behind him creaked open.

Su Nianhe tossed and turned on the hard bed for half a day, making pancakes.

It was hot, so she drank a lot of water.

It's past midnight now, and I've drunk too much water, so I really need to pee.

She hastily threw on a faded old cotton jacket, not even bothering to button it all up, and opened the door, preparing to go to the toilet at the end of the corridor.

As soon as the door opened, Su Nianhe hurriedly ducked and rushed out, completely unaware that someone was standing at the door.

It crashed solidly into a warm, hard wall of flesh.

"Hmm."

Su Nianhe bumped her forehead into Shen Huai's chin, and tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.

Shen Huai was knocked back half a step, his leather shoes making a dull thud on the floor.

He instinctively stretched out his arms and pulled the person who had bumped into him into a tight embrace.

It's so soft, too soft.

The woman's body clung to him as if it had no bones.

The sweet fruity scent emanating from her body hit his nostrils.

The smell was much stronger than usual, carrying the warmth of the air just coming out of bed, and it penetrated his respiratory tract without missing a single breath.

Shen Huai's muscles tensed up instantly.

"I'm sorry!" Su Nianhe panicked and quickly put her hands on the man's chest, desperately backing away.

But her waist was still held by Shen Huai's large hand.

Shen Huai's palm was pressed against the lower back of her old jacket, his palm was burning hot, and the temperature reached her skin through the thin cloth.

"What are you running around for in the middle of the night?" Shen Huai's voice was terribly hoarse, his Adam's apple bobbing violently in the dim light.

Su Nianhe looked up and saw that it was Shen Huai. Her face turned completely white instantly.

She remembered that last night in the room on the second floor, he had also pinned her down on the bed in the same way, with terrifying strength.

"I...I'm going to the toilet..." Su Nianhe stammered, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet, her waist trembling slightly as he held her.

Shen Huai looked at her with his eyes lowered.

Those hazy memories from last night overlap with reality at this moment.

Those warm lips, that smooth touch, and her sobbing, tinged with tears.

Shen Huai didn't let go; instead, he pulled her closer to him.

The two were very close, their breaths mingling.

"Su Nianhe." Shen Huai lowered his voice and called her name.

Su Nianhe froze, unable to look him in the eye: "Technician Shen, please let go of me, I need to go to the restroom."

"I have a question for you." Shen Huai's gaze fell on her flushed ears. "Did you go to my room last night?"

Su Nianhe's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, he remembered.

Or rather, he began to have doubts.

Once she admits it, she's completely finished.

Liu Huizhen and Wang Liping would definitely throw her out of the compound, and Shen Huai would be angry and wouldn't help her.

"No." Su Nianhe bit her lower lip tightly, her voice soft but her words clear. "I've been sleeping in my room the whole time."

"No?" Shen Huai tightened his grip on her waist. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Su Nianhe raised her head, her eyes misty with tears, and looked at him stubbornly.

Looking into those wet eyes, Shen Huai felt a surge of anger rise within him.

They taste exactly the same, and they feel exactly the same.

She stubbornly refused to admit it.

He took a step closer.

Su Nianhe was forced to retreat, her back pressed directly against the door frame of the nanny's room.

There was no way to retreat.