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

The bicycle passed through the tree-lined road outside the municipal party committee compound and turned into a slightly dilapidated alley.

The road surface was bumpy, and the car wheel rolled over a broken brick, causing the car to jolt.

Su Nianhe gasped in surprise. Her hands, which had been loosely wrapped around the man's waist, instinctively tightened and bumped into Shen Huai's strong back.

Shen Huai's back stiffened for a moment, the handlebars wobbled slightly, and then he steadied himself.

He didn't turn around, his voice drifting on the wind, deep and tinged with a triumphant nonchalance: "Hold on tight, the road ahead is even rougher."

At the end of the alley is a mahogany door with peeling paint.

Shen Huai applied the brakes and braced himself on one foot.

"We're here, get off."

Su Nianhe quickly let go of her hand, jumped off the back seat, and tidied her braids that had been messed up by the wind.

Shen Huai stepped forward and knocked on the door, three long knocks followed by one short one.

A short while later, the door was opened from the inside.

A young man wearing a floral shirt, bell-bottoms, and sunglasses perched on his nose peeked out.

"Old Shen? What brings you here in the middle of the day!" The man opened the door as soon as he saw who it was.

When the man saw a delicate, alluring girl standing behind him, he was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped, and his sunglasses slipped down halfway.

"This is He Jianjun, my childhood friend." Shen Huai pushed his bicycle over the threshold, turned to Su Nianhe and introduced him, "Now he runs his own business."

He Jianjun pushed his sunglasses back onto his nose and circled Su Nianhe halfway around.

Su Nianhe felt uncomfortable under his gaze and hid behind Shen Huai.

"Old Shen, where...where did we find such a celestial beauty?" He Jianjun exclaimed in amazement. "Her figure, her appearance, absolutely stunning."

Shen Huai kicked He Jianjun in the shin, his tone cold: "Don't look around, he's my girlfriend."

He Jianjun winced in pain, and upon hearing this, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Your girlfriend?! Your old-fashioned father would let you find someone like that..." He Jianjun swallowed his words halfway through.

Although Su Nianhe was dressed cleanly, her faded blue floral blouse and old cloth shoes made it clear to anyone with eyes that she was not a girl from a wealthy family in the city.

"Stop talking nonsense." Shen Huai ignored him. "Didn't you say the day before yesterday that you brought back a batch of good goods from Guangzhou? Take them out and let me see."

He Jianjun chuckled and quickly invited the two men into the house.

"Alright, sister-in-law, please come in quickly, the sun is scorching outside."

The words "sister-in-law" made Su Nianhe's ears turn completely red.

She kept her head down and followed closely behind Shen Huai.

The room was spacious and filled with all sorts of goods packed in burlap sacks.

He Jianjun went into the inner room and carried out a camphor wood box, placing it on the octagonal table.

When the box was opened, the bright yellow light was so dazzling it made one's eyes dizzy.

It was filled with all kinds of gold necklaces and gold rings, as well as some shiny, trendy jewelry from the South.

Su Nianhe had hardly ever seen silver bracelets in Liuhe Village, let alone so much gold. She was so frightened that she took a half step back.

Shen Huai pulled over a long bench and pressed her shoulders to make her sit down.

"Choose one." Shen Huai pointed to the box.

Su Nianhe waved her hands repeatedly and lowered her voice: "I don't want it, it's too valuable, and it would be hard to explain if someone saw it."

"What's there to be unclear about? It's a gift for my partner." Shen Huai leaned on the edge of the bench where she was sitting, his tall frame looming over her, his voice right next to her ear. "Pick one with flowers, it'll look good on you."

It's colorful.

Su Nianhe blushed even more when she heard those three words.

How can this man have such a vulgar taste even when choosing jewelry?

He Jianjun was a perceptive man, and immediately pulled out a pure gold necklace from the box.

A peony with intricate craftsmanship hangs from the bottom of the necklace, its petals layered and substantial.

"Sister-in-law, take a look at this." He Jianjun handed her the necklace. "It's the most fashionable style in Guangzhou. Now, all the business people in the south like to buy this for their wives. Wearing it around their necks makes them look very wealthy."

Su Nianhe twisted the hem of her old jacket with both hands, refusing to reach out.

He Jianjun held up the heavy gold peony necklace, but no one came to take it from him for a long time.

Su Nianhe lowered her head, her chin almost touching her collarbone, and shrank back against Shen Huai as much as possible.

The room was quiet, with only the old-fashioned ceiling fan creaking overhead.

Shen Huai noticed her discomfort.

"Jianjun, go to the front and calculate the invoices for your shipment from Guangzhou." Shen Huai turned his head and said calmly.

He Jianjun is a shrewd and experienced businessman.

He glanced at Shen Huai, then at Su Nianhe huddled behind him, and immediately realized that he was in the way.

"Alright." He Jianjun put the necklace into the camphor wood box. "Old Shen, you keep your wife company while you pick out what you want. I'll go outside to check the accounts. Take whichever one you like, don't be shy."

After saying that, he slipped out of the inner room, and as he left, he very discreetly closed the peeling wooden door tightly behind him.

With a "click," the sound of the door bolt falling echoed inside the room.

Only Shen Huai and Su Nianhe remained in the room, along with a box of glittering gold jewelry on the table.

The air blown out by the ceiling fan is hot.

Su Nianhe felt that the air inside the room was even more stuffy than outside.

She secretly glanced at the half-box of gold, then quickly looked away.

"Shen Huai." Her voice was soft, with a hint of pleading, "This thing is too valuable, I can't accept it. Let's go."

Shen Huai did not respond.

He pulled out a long bench and sat down right next to her.

The bench was not spacious to begin with, and Shen Huai was tall with broad shoulders, so when he sat down, he took up most of the bench.

The white short-sleeved shirt inevitably brushed against Su Nianhe's shoulder.

The man's body heat wafted through the fabric, making Su Nianhe move half an inch to the side.

As soon as she moved, Shen Huai followed suit.

The two were standing very close together.

Su Nianhe ate half a bowl more rice in the kitchen at noon today, and now he is forcing her like this. When she gets anxious, her body temperature rises, and the sweet fruity aroma spreads out, lingering between the two of them.

Shen Huai's breathing became heavier, and his gaze fell on her reddened ears.

He didn't rush to take the jewelry from the box, but instead leaned on the edge of the bench with one hand and turned to look at her.

"Do you know how young people date in those open cities now, like special economic zones and Shanghai?" Shen Huai asked in a deep voice.

Su Nianhe was stunned for a moment.

She hadn't even explored Jiang City properly, so how would she know about the Special Economic Zone and Shanghai?

She honestly shook her head: "I don't know."

"Free love." Shen Huai looked into her eyes. "You have to tell the other person you're dating, ask them, that's called confessing your feelings. The guy has to give the girl gifts, and flowers too."

Su Nianhe found it strange.

In Liuhe Village, marriage is arranged by a matchmaker, with a dowry given, and the couple doesn't even need to meet before holding a wedding banquet.

Sending flowers sounds like something out of a magazine.

"That's the way cultured people in big cities behave," Su Nianhe replied politely, her hands on her knees. "We country folk don't care about these things."

"You're in the city right now," Shen Huai corrected her. "And besides, your boyfriend is from the city."

Su Nianhe's cheeks flushed.

She still wasn't used to Shen Huai so bluntly using the word "partner".

Shen Huai moved closer, the scent of soap mingling with the sweet milky smell emanating from her.

"What other people have in their relationships, you should have too," Shen Huai said steadily. "I want to give you something. Flowers, gifts."