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

Su Nianhe's cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg on them, and she turned and walked to the side.

"Didn't we say we wanted to wander around? Let's go."

Shen Huai didn't grab her; instead, he strode alongside her.

The hill behind Xiahe Village isn't very big; further up is a wild fruit orchard.

"This used to be a peach orchard belonging to the production team." Shen Huai's tone became serious as he pointed out the area to her as they walked. "When I was a child, my brother and I would often wander around here during summer vacation when we came back to the village."

As Su Nianhe listened to him recount his childhood stories, her curiosity was piqued. She found it hard to imagine what Shen Huai, who was always impeccably dressed and aloof, was like when he was a child, running around the village.

"You climb trees too?" Su Nianhe asked.

"I'm not climbing," Shen Huai answered decisively. "I'll stand under the tree and direct Shen Tao to climb; he'll pick the fruit, and I'll eat it."

Su Nianhe couldn't help but laugh.

This person has been full of bad intentions since childhood.

"What if the old man who guards the forest finds out?"

"I ran as soon as I spotted him," Shen Huai said matter-of-factly. "Shen Tao is in the tree; he's slow, so he'll get scolded. I already took the peaches back to the old house."

Su Nianhe glanced at him speechlessly.

No wonder he could so easily outmaneuver Wang Liping at home; it's pure talent.

The two walked side by side, the mountain path becoming steeper and steeper as they went up.

The wild grass on both sides grew as tall as a person, and in summer, cicadas chirped incessantly in the trees.

Su Nianhe's old cloth shoes had thin soles, and when she stepped on the uneven stones, her soles ached.

She slowed her pace, stopping to rest every few steps.

Shen Huai was walking ahead when he heard the footsteps behind him become lighter, so he stopped and turned around.

"Can't walk anymore?" he asked.

Su Nianhe stubbornly insisted, "No, I can walk."

She had just taken a step forward when her foot struck a sharp stone, causing her to gasp in pain and sway.

Shen Huai walked straight back and squatted down in front of her.

"Come up."

Su Nianhe was startled and quickly looked around.

"What are you doing? Get up!" Su Nianhe said in a low voice. "What if we run into the villagers outside?"

Shen Huai remained crouched, without turning his head, "Hurry up, if you don't come up, I'll just carry you down the mountain. That way, we'll be a bigger target."

Su Nianhe knew that this man meant what he said.

She gritted her teeth and could only carefully climb onto his back.

Shen Huai reached behind her with both hands, steadily supporting her knees, and stood up.

The man had broad, strong shoulders, and through his thin white shirt, you could feel the muscle lines of his back.

Su Nianhe didn't know where to put her hands, so she could only loosely place them on his shoulders.

"Hold on tight." Shen Huai weighed her in his hand. "If you fall, it's your loss."

Su Nianhe's face flushed, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

The refreshing scent of soap emanating from him, mixed with the summer heat, wafted straight into her nose.

Shen Huai carried her on his back, his steps very steady.

The mountain road was difficult to walk, but he didn't even catch his breath.

"With your small frame, if you set up a stall at the factory gate and run into the urban management officers, you really won't be able to run away," Shen Huai commented as they walked. "You'll just be caught red-handed."

Su Nianhe whispered in his ear, puffing out her cheeks as she retorted angrily, "I have a fixed business, so I need to get the permits first."

Shen Huai chuckled softly.

The vibration in her chest traveled through her spine, and Su Nianhe felt half of her body go numb.

Shen Huai: "How do you plan to sell these hair ties from now on?"

"I bought them for two cents and sold them for five cents," Su Nianhe said without hesitation.

What if someone tries to bargain?

"No bargaining?"

"Too rigid." Shen Huai offered her some business advice: "If someone buys two, you can add a cheap red string to the package. That's called a bonus. The customer will feel like they got a good deal and will come back to you next time."

Su Nianhe listened attentively and memorized the trick.

"What if someone makes unreasonable demands, saying my hair accessory is of poor quality and wants a refund?"

"You're just a small-time vendor, offering no after-sales service. What are you going to refund?" Shen Huai said casually. "Just tell him you won't acknowledge the money once he leaves the store. If he causes trouble, tell him your partner works in the factory's security department."

Su Nianhe was stunned for a moment.

"Weren't you a technical consultant? When did you become a security guard?"

"Borrowing Li Tiejun's name will work." Shen Huai felt no guilt whatsoever about using his brother's name. "Li Tiejun is dark-skinned and strong, he can keep things in check. I'm just a tech guy, I look weak and can't scare people."

Su Nianhe was amused and glanced at his broad shoulders and strong arms.

How did he even utter the words "weak and uneducated"?

As the two were talking, a middle-aged man carrying two bundles of firewood suddenly appeared at the fork in the road ahead.

Su Nianhe was so frightened that her scalp tingled, and she instinctively tried to bury her face in Shen Huai's neck to hide.

Shen Huai didn't stop, nor did he even try to dodge.

"Seventh Master," Shen Huai greeted without changing his expression.

The middle-aged man raised his head and squinted at it for a while.

"Hey, Xiao Huai!" Seventh Master's voice was quite loud. "Who are you carrying on your back in this sweltering heat?"

Su Nianhe was so nervous that she stopped breathing, her hands gripping Shen Huai's shirt collar tightly.

"It's my girlfriend." Shen Huai's tone was so frank that there wasn't a single fault to it. "Her shoes were worn out and her feet were hurting, so I carried her down the mountain."

Upon hearing this, Seventh Master grinned from ear to ear.

"Girls from the city are delicate, so we have to carry them. Hurry back, your grandma's probably already cooking the chicken."

"Alright, Seventh Master, take care."

Only after Seventh Master had carried the firewood far away did Su Nianhe dare to raise her head.

"How can you be so shameless!" Su Nianhe patted his shoulder. "It would be so embarrassing if someone saw you like this."

"What's so shameful about dating?" Shen Huai said without stopping. "I've already told my grandparents. Soon the whole Xiahe Village will know that the Shen family's grandson has brought a wife home."

Su Nianhe bit her lower lip, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart, yet also a little flustered.

"But once we get back to Jiang City, what about Aunt Liu and Mayor Shen...?"

"When we get back to Jiang City, you can be your Boss Su at the new compound." Shen Huai interrupted her. "I'll go there after get off work. I know what I'm doing at the compound. Tomorrow, I'll confront my parents with my grandparents."

The man's palm was pressed against the back of her knee, its temperature burning hot.

Su Nianhe stopped talking and obediently lay on his back.

A mountain breeze blows by, carrying the scent of earth and grass.

As they approached the end of the village, Su Nianhe struggled to get down.

This time, Shen Huai didn't force her. He followed her lead, half-squatting down to gently place her on the ground.

Su Nianhe straightened her wrinkled plaid shirt and followed Shen Huai into the courtyard of the old house.

In the kitchen, Guihua had already started stewing the old hen, and the whole yard was filled with its aroma.

Grandma Shen sat at the entrance of the main room, fanning herself with a palm leaf fan. When she saw the two of them enter one after the other, she smiled so broadly that her eyes disappeared from her teeth.

"You're back from shopping? Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner," the old lady called out.

At the dinner table, Grandma Shen specially placed both large chicken legs into Su Nianhe and Shen Huai's bowls.

Old Shen protested from the side.

"My teeth aren't very good, so I'll just have some chicken soup. You young people can have the chicken legs," the old man shouted.

The meal was a lively and enjoyable affair.