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

Shen Huai was still holding the enamel teacup in his hand.

He carefully placed the teacup down, then withdrew his fingers and rested them on the cuffs of his casual shirt.

"There's no standard." Shen Huai said calmly. "If I'm interested in finding out, I'll look it up myself. Don't bother."

Just as Liu Huizhen was about to speak, Shen Huai immediately followed up with a remark.

"I have already applied for subsidized housing from the factory, and I've been put on the waiting list."

After he said that, the living room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Shen Wanshan didn't even care about his high blood pressure and slapped his knee.

"Why are you applying for housing?! Is there no room for you at home?"

Shen Huai leaned back on the sofa, relaxed: "Let's prepare in advance. If you guys keep nagging me about blind dates, I'll move in by myself once this house is approved, and I'll finally have some peace and quiet."

"You dare!" Shen Wanshan glared, his beard bristling, the teacup beside him rattling loudly.

Shen Huai ignored Shen Wanshan's anger and continued to talk about his plans.

"But if things take their natural course and no one is nagging me every day, I might find someone and get married on my own. Then, this house will be where I live after I get married."

The moment Shen Huai uttered the word "marriage," the elderly couple were completely stunned.

Liu Huizhen's mind worked incredibly fast.

Just now, I thought my son wasn't interested in women, and even suspected that he had some kind of connection with He Jianjun, fearing that the Shen family line would end.

Now that my son has brought up the topic of finding a partner to marry, it's like a miracle.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Liu Huizhen readily agreed, afraid he might change his mind. "As long as you're willing to get married, you can find someone yourself. Mom will absolutely not pressure you anymore! Even if you find a factory worker, Mom will accept it!"

Although Shen Wanshan felt aggrieved, compared to the risk of his son having no descendants, it was already a blessing that his son was willing to get married and start a family.

He snorted and picked up his teacup to drink water, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"You'd better keep your word and not try to fool me with that."

Shen Huai nodded: "As long as you don't interfere, just let nature take its course."

Su Nianhe stood by the dining table with a rag in her hand, listening to this conversation, her heart trembling.

This person is too calculating.

He first pushed his parents to the brink, and then offered them a way out.

The elderly couple no longer pressured him to go on blind dates; in fact, they lowered the bar for their daughter-in-law to the bare minimum.

Wang Liping, who was listening nearby, kept grimacing.

"Xiao Huai, your standards are too low. With our family's circumstances, if you really marry a factory worker, won't people laugh at us when we visit relatives during holidays?" Wang Liping interjected sourly.

Shen Huai turned his head and looked at Wang Liping.

"If you find this laughable, then don't eat at the same table with me during holidays," Shen Huai said in a cold voice. "When I'm looking for a partner, I don't care how much money she makes or what her social standing is. As long as I like her, even if she's illiterate, she'll still be my wife."

Wang Liping was speechless after being rebuked, her face turned bright red, and she simply turned her head away and stopped talking.

Su Nianhe's hand, which was wiping the table, completely stopped.

Illiterate people who cannot read.

These words were clearly meant for her.

During the day in the orchard, she had just said that she couldn't even write the capital letters for one, two, three, and four. That evening, he blurted it out in front of the whole family.

She lowered her head, her cheeks burning hot, and quickly picked up the kettle and went to the kitchen.

Shen Huai stood up and straightened the hem of his clothes.

"I'm going back to my room now. I still need to write He Jianjun's proposal."

After saying that, he strode upstairs with great composure.

Liu Huizhen watched her son's retreating figure, let out a long sigh, and patted her chest.

"Old Shen, no matter what, as long as he's willing to get married, that's fine. Judging from his tone just now, he didn't seem to be joking."

Shen Wanshan didn't say anything, but just flipped through the newspaper in his hand.

It's 9:30 p.m.

The courtyard was quiet; the Shen family had long since gone back to their rooms to rest.

Su Nianhe washed her face in the nanny's room and changed into a clean old cotton nightgown.

She remembered Shen Huai's instructions from earlier that day.

Go to his room to learn to read.

She quietly opened the door and crept up the stairs to the second floor.

With each step, the wooden planks creaked slightly.

She was so nervous that she didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

The second floor.

Shen Huai's door was ajar, with a crack left in the door.

Su Nianhe squeezed in sideways and closed the door tightly behind her.

The table lamp was on inside.

Shen Huai had just taken a shower and was sitting at his desk, wearing a white tank top and gray trousers.

On the table was a primary school Chinese textbook, an abacus, and several blank sheets of paper.

Hearing the noise, he turned his head.

"Come here." Shen Huai beckoned to her.

Su Nianhe moved over and stood next to the desk.

The room was filled with the fresh scent of soap pods emanating from him.

"What you said in the living room today was terrifying," Su Nianhe said in a low voice, accusing him of his actions during the day. "You completely fooled Aunt Liu and Mayor Shen."

Shen Huai pulled out the chair next to him, gesturing for her to sit down.

"That's called negotiation skills." Shen Huai pushed the textbook in front of her. "First, throw out a bottom line that they absolutely cannot accept, then offer a solution that they can barely accept. That way, they will willingly agree to my conditions."

Su Nianhe sat down and placed her hands on her knees.

"Then you shouldn't have said you wanted to find an illiterate person," she muttered softly.

Shen Huai chuckled softly.

He pulled himself and his chair closer to her, reducing the distance between them to only half a fist.

"I wasn't wrong." Shen Huai placed his large hand on the back of her hand. "You are indeed a little illiterate right now. But you won't be for long."

He picked up a pen and put it in Su Nianhe's hand.

"Your pen-holding posture is incorrect."

As Shen Huai spoke, he reached out and took her hand in his.

The man's palm was large, completely enveloping her small hand. The warm touch spread throughout her body along the back of his hand.

He took her hand and wrote words carefully on the blank letter paper.

Su Nianhe froze when he got too close.

The man's chin was just above her shoulder, and his breath fell on the side of her neck.

"Write what?" Su Nianhe's voice trembled as she tried to distract herself.

"Write your name." Shen Huai guided her hand and wrote the three characters "Su Nianhe" on the paper.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, shining through the back of the paper.

"Did you see clearly?" Shen Huai turned his head, his nose brushing against her earlobe.

Su Nianhe shrank her neck: "I saw it clearly. Let go of me, I'll practice by myself."

Shen Huai didn't let go; instead, he gripped her even tighter.

Write my name again.

He then took her hand and wrote the two characters "Shen Huai" next to her.

The two names are side by side.

"Tuition fees." Shen Huai's voice became hoarse, and he spoke without warning.

Su Nianhe was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"It's the tuition fee we agreed on during the day for teaching you to read." Shen Huai said matter-of-factly, releasing her hand and grabbing her lower back with his large palm, lifting her up from the chair, turning her around, and pressing her down onto his lap.

The action was completed in one smooth motion, and Su Nianhe didn't even have time to exclaim in surprise.

She sat on his strong lap, and through her old cotton pajamas, she could clearly feel the contours of his muscles.

"Be serious, I'm here to learn to read." Su Nianhe pressed her hands against his chest, which was wearing a tank top, her face flushed with anxiety.

"Recognizing just five characters is enough to pay tuition."

Shen Huai ignored her reasoning, lowered his head, and went straight for her lips.

Unlike the fervor of the orchard, this kiss was slow, with a patient, coaxing quality.

Su Nianhe was so overwhelmed by the kisses that her mind went completely blank.

The man's hand moved upwards along her waistline, his rough fingertips pressing against her back through the fabric.

The air inside the room grew increasingly hot.

Su Nianhe couldn't help but let out a few soft hums.

Shen Huai stopped what he was doing, moved away slightly, pressed his forehead against hers, and breathed heavily.

"Write it ten times yourself. You're not allowed to go back to sleep until you finish." Shen Huai's voice was hoarse as he carried her back to the chair next to him.

Su Nianhe gasped for breath, her lips swollen and her hands and feet weak as she gripped the pen.

This isn't someone who came to learn to read; they're clearly here to be bullied.

She bit her lower lip and wrote crookedly on the paper.

Shen Huai sat beside her, watching her intently.