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

"What are you doing!"

A cold, sharp voice suddenly rang out.

Zhao Qiang paused, then turned to look.

Shen Huai stood not far away, pushing his bicycle, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Brother Shen," Zhao Qiang chuckled dryly and withdrew his hand.

Shen Huai doesn't usually talk to people much in the compound, but everyone knows he's not someone to mess with.

"Get out." Shen Huai parted his thin lips and uttered a single word.

Zhao Qiang dared not provoke him and slunk away.

Shen Huai walked up to Su Nianhe, looked at her face which was slightly pale from fright, and frowned slightly.

"Are you alright?"

Su Nianhe shook her head, her eyes slightly red: "It's nothing, thank you, Comrade Shen."

Looking at her meek and submissive demeanor, Shen Huai felt inexplicably irritated.

With a face like that and such eye-catching clothes, it's no wonder she attracts attention.

"Be careful when you go out in the future. There are all sorts of people in this compound," Shen Huai said curtly, pushing his bicycle home.

Su Nianhe watched his retreating figure, bit her lip, and followed behind him with the child in her arms.

Upon returning to the Shen family home, Shen Huai went straight up to the second floor.

Su Nianhe coaxed Shen Ping'an to sleep and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

To prevent her from developing a fever again that night, she only drank half a bowl of porridge for dinner.

At night, after the Shen family had all gone to sleep, Su Nianhe took a basin to the yard to wash clothes.

Today we're washing the clothes Shen Huai just changed out of.

Su Nianhe rubbed the white shirt, which still had a faint soapy smell from him.

For some reason, she remembered the scene of him helping her out of a predicament that afternoon.

Although he seems cold, he's actually a very nice person.

Su Nianhe's cheeks flushed slightly, and she sped up the washing of clothes.

After washing the clothes, she carried the basin back to her room.

As she turned around, she saw a person standing on the second-floor balcony.

Shen Huai leaned against the railing, looking down at her.

In the moonlight, his eyes were dark and unfathomable.

Su Nianhe's heart skipped a beat. She quickly lowered her head and hurried back to her room.

As Shen Huai watched the fleeing figure, the sweet, fruity aroma seemed to waft back to his nose.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

This woman is such a nuisance.

He tapped his fingers twice on the railing, determined to find out what was wrong with this girl.

The next morning, just as dawn broke, the cicadas' chirping was already annoying.

Su Nianhe was so hungry that she felt dizzy and lightheaded.

To prevent any further health problems, she only drank a couple of sips of water last night and this morning combined. Her stomach kept rumbling, and even the natural sweet scent emanating from her body had faded considerably.

As soon as the sweet aroma faded, Shen Ping'an refused to continue.

In the living room, the little guy was wailing at the top of his lungs, his face flushed red from crying, and he was panting heavily.

Aunt Wang was sweating profusely with anxiety. She draped the old clothes that Su Nianhe had worn the day before over her shoulder and stuffed the pacifier into the child's mouth.

"Oh, my little darling, why don't you take a sip?"

This time, even clothes with a lingering smell didn't work.

Shen Ping'an twisted his head, used his hands and feet to kick the bottle away, and cried so loudly it felt like the roof would be blown off.

The door slammed open.

My sister-in-law, Wang Liping, had just returned from her night shift, carrying a cloth bag in her hand.

She tossed her bag onto the shoe cabinet, changed into slippers, and frowned deeply.

"Mom, what's wrong? Why are you crying like this so early in the morning?" Wang Liping walked to the sofa, glanced at Su Nianhe who was at a loss, and said sarcastically, "We spend twenty yuan a month to hire someone, and all we get is a wooden stake standing here? One or two of them can't even soothe a child. This money is such a waste."

Liu Huizhen sat beside her, rubbing her temples. Her head was already aching from the crying, and her expression turned even worse after hearing what her daughter-in-law said.

She glanced at Su Nianhe, her tone impatient: "Nianhe, weren't you quite capable yesterday? Why can't you do it today?"

Su Nianhe twisted the hem of her clothes with both hands, sweating profusely and biting her lips until they turned white.

She couldn't very well say that it was because she was hungry that her body smelled faint.

"I...I'll try again." She stepped forward to hug the child.

Shen Ping'an was crying fiercely, and no one could hold him; he just thrashed about with his eyes closed.

Aunt Wang hugged the child and dodged away, letting out a sigh.

Around noon, Liu Huizhen, annoyed by the noise, took Wang Liping out to the department store to buy things.

In the kitchen, Aunt Wang placed Shen Ping'an in a small cart and rocked him gently while whispering to Su Nianhe about the situation.

"Nianhe, let me tell you the truth. There are strict rules in this house, and the master values ​​efficiency. If Ping'an continues to refuse to eat or drink, Director Liu will have us packing our bags and leaving tomorrow. What kind of magic trick have you used? Show it to us now!"

Su Nianhe stood by the sink and heard the words "pack up and leave," and her heart pounded with panic.

She absolutely cannot go back to Liuhe Village.

If she were sent back, her father would definitely tie her up and hand her over to that fifty-year-old man.

She turned to look at Shen Ping'an, who was smacking his lips in the stroller, and realized what was going on. To make her body scent stronger, she needed to eat a full meal.

At lunchtime, Liu Huizhen and Wang Liping had not yet returned; only the old lady and old man were resting inside.

Su Nianhe sat at the small square table in the kitchen, holding a large bowl. The bowl was filled to the brim with fluffy white rice, and half a bowl of braised pork gravy was poured over it.

She didn't care about anything else and picked up her chopsticks to shovel large mouthfuls of food into her mouth.

The aroma of rice mingled with the savory flavor of meat gravy, flowing down my throat into my empty stomach.

She ate very quickly, her cheeks bulging, and finished a bowl in no time.

She stood up and ladled a second bowl from the pot.

After eating two large bowls of solid rice, Su Nianhe was so full that she kept burping.

After eating and drinking your fill, your body will start to heat up, and your body will smell a little stronger when you are hot.

By 3 p.m., Su Nianhe's body fragrance was very strong; you could smell it even without getting close.

Su Nianhe panicked. While Aunt Wang was collecting clothes in the yard, she turned around and slipped into the small storage room under the stairs to hide.

The storage room was dimly lit and filled with old newspapers, broken cardboard boxes, and several chairs with missing legs.

There was a musty, dusty smell in the air, which perfectly masked her body odor.

She rummaged around on the shelf and found an empty glass bottle that used to hold sugar pills. She wiped the bottle clean with the hem of her clothes.

She secretly filled a container with milk powder and mixed it, hoping that spending too much time with it would impart a sweet taste.

The entire storage room was quickly filled with that rich and sweet smell.

She thought that as long as it tasted sweet, Shen Ping'an would definitely be willing to drink it.

She carefully carried the small glass bottle and used her shoulder to push open the door to the storage room.

The outside light shone in as she took her first step.

A person walked towards me from the corridor.

Su Nianhe was walking in a hurry and had no idea what to do. Her shoulder bumped directly into a solid chest.

"oops!"

She gasped in surprise, stumbled, and fell straight backward.

A strong arm came across and firmly wrapped around her waist.

The man's hands were large, and through the rough cotton shirt, his incredibly slender waist seemed too delicate to be grasped. The heat radiated through the fabric to his palms.

Su Nianhe was so frightened that she quickly steadied herself, and the glass bottle in her hand almost flew out of her hand.

She looked up and met Shen Huai's cold and stern face.

He was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt today, tucked into his trousers. He usually comes home in the evening, but I don't know why he came home at noon today.

"What are you doing?" Shen Huai's voice was low and scrutinizing.

He was so close that the sweet fruity scent was even stronger than last night, wafting straight into one's nose as soon as one lowered their head.

Shen Huai's gaze moved down from her panicked face and finally landed on the small glass bottle that she was clutching tightly with both hands.

The transparent bottle contained about half a bottle of Shen Ping'an's milk powder.