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

The sweet fruity scent in the corridor seemed to have a life of its own, penetrating right into people's pores.

Shen Huai practically fled as he climbed the wooden stairs back to the second floor.

He went straight into the bathroom on the second floor and turned on the tap.

The sound of rushing water echoed in the quiet night.

Shen Huai scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it directly on his face.

Water droplets trickled down his high nose bridge and defined jawline, wetting his white tank top.

The cold water did not extinguish the inexplicable fire burning in his heart. Whenever he closed his eyes, all he could see was that image in the maid's room on the first floor.

As an engineer with higher education, having graduated from the mechanical engineering department of an industrial university, he firmly believed in science and materialism.

This is simply a fantasy, completely violating normal human physiology.

How could a young woman have a sweet fruity scent that varies in intensity?

But the facts are right in front of us.

Her unusual appetite, her behavior of hiding in the storage room, Shen Ping'an's suddenly improved appetite, and the sweet fruit scent on her body that she could never wash off all became reasonable explanations.

Shen Huai grabbed a towel and wiped his face haphazardly.

He leaned against the cold tiled wall, his chest heaving. That smell seemed to be etched into his memory, making his throat feel unbearably dry.

That night, Shen Huai suffered from insomnia again, something that was rare for him.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

With dark circles under her eyes, Su Nianhe quietly pushed open the door.

She washed the small glass bottle clean last night and casually hung it to dry on the windowsill next to the water trough in the yard.

She walked to the sink and reached out to touch the windowsill.

empty.

Su Nianhe's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly stood on tiptoe to take a closer look.

There was only an old bar of soap on the windowsill; the small glass bottle was nowhere to be found.

She panicked and quickly searched through the grass under the sink, then looked all around along the base of the wall.

No, not anywhere.

The summer morning was already quite hot and humid, and Su Nianhe was so anxious that her forehead was covered in sweat. Although the bottle had been washed, if the owner found it, especially if Wang Liping saw it, she would definitely question what it was used for.

How will she explain it then?

"Nianhe, are you looking for gold on the ground so early in the morning?"

Aunt Wang came out of the house yawning, holding a large palm-leaf fan in her hand.

Su Nianhe was startled and quickly stood up straight, nervously rubbing her hands together under the hem of her old clothes. "N-nothing, Aunt Wang. I lost a button while washing clothes yesterday and was just looking for it."

Aunt Wang, unsuspecting, went to the kitchen to start a fire while fanning herself with a palm leaf fan: "Don't bother looking, what's a button worth? Hurry up and lend a hand, Director Liu said he wants to eat congee with preserved egg and lean pork today, we need to start cooking the rice early."

Su Nianhe agreed verbally, but her heart was in her throat.

She glanced at the windowsill one last time, unwilling to give up, but had no choice but to bite the bullet and go into the kitchen.

At 7:30, the Shen family members got up one after another.

A large round table is set in the restaurant of the old Western-style building.

Shen Wanshan sat in the main seat reading internal reference materials, while Liu Huizhen made boiled water for Shen Ping'an.

Shen Tao and Wang Liping also sat down, yawning.

Shen Huai wore a crisp light gray shirt today, with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his strong wrists and a Seagull brand watch.

Instead of grabbing the buns and leaving as usual, he sat properly by the window.

The kitchen curtain was lifted, and Su Nianhe came out carrying a large white porcelain basin.

Today she wore a slightly larger blue shirt with white flowers, and the collar was buttoned up tightly.

She lowered her head and carefully placed the porcelain basin in the center of the table, preparing to use a spoon to serve everyone porridge.

My peripheral vision swept across the table.

There was a half-cup of soy milk next to Shen Huai.

Right next to the soy milk cup, there stood a small glass bottle.

The bottle was washed very clean and gleamed with a transparent light in the morning light.

Su Nianhe's breath hitched, and her head went blank.

That's her bottle! How did it end up with him?

Her hand holding the porcelain spoon trembled uncontrollably.

With a loud "clang".

The spoon bumped against the edge of the porcelain bowl, splashing a few drops of scalding porridge that almost landed on the table.

"Oh dear, you clumsy girl, why are you so rough with your hands!" Wang Liping frowned, taking a step back in disgust. "Weren't you awake this early? What if you burn Ping An?"

Su Nianhe's face turned deathly pale. She quickly grabbed a rag to wipe the table, her voice trembling violently, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She didn't even dare to lift her head, and didn't dare to look in Shen Huai's direction at all.

Liu Huizhen frowned, but remembering how well she had been taking care of her grandson lately, she only said, "Be more careful next time, go to the kitchen and get another spoon."

Su Nianhe felt as if she had been granted a pardon and turned to run to the kitchen.

At the dining table, Shen Huai's expression remained unchanged.

He extended his long, slender fingers, gently pinched the small glass bottle, and casually slipped it into his trouser pocket. The movement was so natural that it went unnoticed by anyone.

When Su Nianhe took out the spoon again and served everyone porridge, Shen Huai had already put down his chopsticks.

He stood up, put one hand in his pocket, and looked at Su Nianhe.

"My room needs tidying up."

His voice was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Su Nianhe froze, and almost dropped the spoon in her hand again.

Shen Huai usually takes care of his room himself, or Liu Huizhen occasionally tidies it up; he never lets outsiders in. Today, he suddenly specifically asked her to tidy it up, clearly because of that bottle.

Liu Huizhen also found it strange and casually asked, "Don't you usually not need anyone to clean up for you? What's wrong today?"

"I messed up the blueprints last night while looking for them," Shen Huai offered a plausible excuse, his gaze still fixed on Su Nianhe. "Let's go now."

Su Nianhe bit her lip helplessly, her eyes already reddening.

Knowing she couldn't avoid it, she could only hand the spoon to Aunt Wang and cautiously follow Shen Huai upstairs.

The second floor has wooden floors, which make a slight sound when you step on them.

Shen Huai's room was at the end of the corridor.

Pushing open the door, the interior was clean and tidy, with simple furnishings.

A single bed, a large wardrobe, and a large desk by the window, piled with several thick stacks of mechanical blueprints and a few foreign language books.

There are signs of disturbance.

Su Nianhe stood at the doorway, unsure whether to go in or back. Her hands gripped the hem of her dress tightly, her palms clammy with cold sweat.

Shen Huai walked in and turned around.

"Bang."

He slammed the door shut behind him, the sound of the lock clicking loudly in the quiet room.

Su Nianhe was so frightened that she took a step back, her back pressed against the cold door panel.

The air in the room seemed to thin out instantly.

Shen Huai was so tall that he blocked most of the light when he stood in front of her, creating a very imposing atmosphere.

He had a refreshing scent of soapberry on him, but it couldn't mask the sweet fruity aroma that was gradually spreading in the air.

Shen Huai reached into his pocket, took out the small glass bottle, and shook it between his fingertips.

"Is this yours?"

Su Nianhe bit her lip hard and shook her head like a rattle drum.

She absolutely could not admit it; if she did, the Shen family would definitely treat her like a monster and kick her out.

"It's not mine... I don't know what this is." Her voice was barely audible, with a clear sob in it.

Shen Huai took a step closer.

As they drew closer, he could even see the fine downy hairs on her fair skin.

With nowhere to retreat, Su Nianhe could only bury her head even lower, tears welling up in her eyes, ready to fall at any moment.

"have no idea?"

Shen Huai's tone was calm, yet it carried an unyielding air.

He took another half step forward, his leather shoes almost touching her cloth shoes.

His tall figure completely enveloped her.

Shen Huai lowered his head slightly, leaned close to her ear, and spoke in a low, slightly husky voice:

"Still pretending? You smell exactly like the stuff in this bottle, as sweet as fruit."