Please, mature women, have some self-respect. I just want a raise and a promotion.

A hint of satisfaction appeared on Zhang Wanquan's face.

"It's good that young people are energetic, but this unfinished project in Nanshan is more complicated than you think."

"Zhang Wenshan failed because of this. You must proceed with caution and avoid repeating his mistakes."

Lin Zheng nodded quickly: "I'll remember."

Lin Xiaoyu, who was standing to the side, picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and looked at Lin Zheng with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

"You must be short-staffed since you just took over the project. I can help you coordinate some materials. I have backups of the original files for the Nanshan project."

As she spoke, she leaned slightly forward, her loose backless dress slipping down her shoulders, her fair and delicate skin shimmering under the light, making Lin Zheng's heart race.

Lin Zheng quickly looked away and said politely, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Lin. With your help, I can avoid a lot of detours."

Lin Xiaoyu smiled faintly.

"It's no trouble at all."

"You saved Old Zhang's life, so it's only right that we help you."

"Besides, I think you're a reliable and capable young man, much better than those who just talk the talk."

Zhang Wanquan glanced at the two of them, but didn't think much of it, assuming it was just his wife being kind-hearted.

"Xiaoyu worked in the group's administration department, so she definitely knows these things. If you don't understand something, just ask her."

The meal was a pleasant one for both host and guests, and Lin Zheng successfully made contact with Zhang Wanquan, finally putting his mind at ease.

After the dinner ended, Zhang Wanquan received a phone call and then asked the driver to take him away first, leaving Lin Xiaoyu to escort Lin Zheng to the hotel.

A cool evening breeze carried the faint scent of Lin Xiaoyu's perfume into Lin Zheng's nostrils, making him feel a surge of excitement.

"Lin Zheng, I have the information about the Nanshan project on my personal computer at home. It's not convenient for me to go to the company tonight."

"If you're in a hurry, why don't you come home with me to get it?"

Lin Xiaoyu stopped and looked up at Lin Zheng, her eyes filled with a barely perceptible longing.

Lin Zheng's heart skipped a beat. This was Zhang Wanquan's home, and going there would inevitably be awkward, but the project information was crucial, and he simply couldn't refuse.

"Then I'll have to trouble Miss Lin."

Lin Xiaoyu smiled sweetly, turned around and walked towards her white Audi: "Get in."

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat ambiguous. As Lin Xiaoyu drove, her long skirt lifted slightly, revealing a section of her fair and slender calves. Her high heels were on the accelerator, her movements elegant and alluring.

Lin Zheng sat in the passenger seat, and his gaze inadvertently swept over her, just in time to catch a glimpse of the black lace trim peeking out from under her skirt, and his breathing quickened instantly.

Lin Xiaoyu seemed to sense his gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly, but she didn't hide it. Instead, she deliberately slowed down and asked softly, "Lin Zheng, how old are you this year?"

"26," Lin Zheng answered truthfully.

"You look so young, unlike me, I'm over thirty."

"Old Zhang is in poor health and usually has no one to talk to."

Lin Xiaoyu's words carried a clear sense of melancholy, as well as a hint of unspoken grievance.

Lin Zheng didn't dare to reply and could only pretend to look out the window.

Soon, the car entered an upscale villa area and stopped in front of a detached villa.

Lin Xiaoyu opened the door and stepped aside to let Lin Zheng in. Her soft chest brushed against his arm, and the warm touch made Lin Zheng stiffen.

The villa is luxuriously decorated, with warm yellow lighting creating an intimate atmosphere.

"Please have a seat, I'll go upstairs to get the documents."

After Lin Xiaoyu finished speaking, she walked up the stairs in her high heels, her skirt swaying and outlining her perfect waist and hip curves.

Lin Zheng sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette to calm himself down, his mind filled with the scene from earlier.

Not long after, Lin Xiaoyu's exclamation came from upstairs.

Lin Zheng's heart tightened, and he immediately rushed upstairs: "Miss Lin, what's wrong?"

The bedroom door was half open, and Lin Xiaoyu was standing in front of the computer desk, wearing a pair of high heels. She was swaying slightly, clearly having twisted her ankle.

Her brows were furrowed, and her face showed pain. Her original dignified demeanor was completely gone, replaced by a sense of fragility.

"I sprained my ankle, it hurts so much..."

Lin Zheng walked over quickly, squatted down, and gently held her ankle.

The skin was soft and smooth to the touch. Lin Xiaoyu's ankle was slender and fair, slightly red and swollen, clearly indicating that she had twisted it quite badly.

"Don't move, let me massage it for you."

Lin Zheng said in a low voice, his fingers gently pressing on her ankle.

Lin Xiaoyu trembled and let out a soft moan. She leaned limply against the wardrobe, looking at Lin Zheng with a dazed expression.

"Lin Zheng, be gentle..."

Warm breath fell on Lin Zheng's head, and an ambiguous atmosphere instantly filled the entire bedroom.

Lin Zheng looked up and met Lin Xiaoyu's watery eyes, which were filled with longing and shyness, just like a kitten that wanted to be comforted.

His fingers unconsciously increased their pressure, and Lin Xiaoyu couldn't help but gasp softly as she leaned into his arms, her soft chest pressed tightly against his.

"Lin Zheng..."

"I feel so awful..."

She murmured softly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and blushed.

Lin Zheng felt hot all over and was about to speak when he suddenly heard the sound of a key turning in a door downstairs.

Zhang Wanquan is back!

Lin Xiaoyu's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she shoved Lin Zheng away abruptly.

"Oh no, Old Zhang is back!"

Lin Zheng's heart was pounding, but he quickly calmed down.

"Quick, keep him calm, I'll go down from the balcony."

Lin Xiaoyu panicked and quickly nodded, "Be careful, there are flower beds under the balcony, you won't fall."

Without further hesitation, Lin Zheng strode to the balcony, turned over, and jumped off.

He was covered in mud from the flower bed, but he didn't bother to brush it off. He crouched down and hid behind the bushes, barely daring to breathe.

Zhang Wanquan's voice came from the upstairs bedroom: "Xiaoyu, I forgot my medicine. What are you doing upstairs?"

"I...I was looking for something, and I accidentally twisted my ankle."

Lin Xiaoyu's voice carried a hint of panic.

"You sprained your ankle? Is it serious? Let me see." Zhang Wanquan's voice approached.

Lin Zheng, hiding behind the bushes, felt a tightness in his chest as he listened, fearing that Lin Xiaoyu would reveal a flaw.

Fortunately, Zhang Wanquan only gave a few simple instructions, took the medicine and left in a hurry, obviously without any suspicion.

Once the car had left the villa area, Lin Zhengcai emerged from the bushes, his body drenched in cold sweat.

He took out his phone and sent Lin Xiaoyu a message: "It's safe. Just give me the information tomorrow."

Not long after, Lin Xiaoyu replied, "You scared me to death just now, are you alright?"

Don't take what happened tonight to heart.

A shy emoji followed.

As Lin Zheng looked at the message, the ambiguous scene from earlier resurfaced in his mind.

He hailed a taxi and went straight back to the company dormitory.

The next morning, as soon as Lin Zheng arrived at the development department office, Lin Xiaoyu personally delivered the information about the Nanshan project.

She was dressed in a business suit today, her long hair pulled back, looking capable and sophisticated, showing no trace of the panic and ambiguity of last night.

"Manager Lin, the documents are all here. Please take your time to look through them, and feel free to ask me if you have any questions."

Lin Xiaoyu put down the documents, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over Lin Zheng with a hint of shyness.

"Thank you, Miss Lin." Lin Zheng took the documents, his fingertips inadvertently touching the back of her hand. The two of them were startled at the same time, and then tacitly looked away.

After Lin Xiaoyu left, Lin Zheng opened the documents and frowned more and more as he read them.

The Nanshan project was indeed a huge pitfall, involving not only demolition disputes and funding shortages, but also local bullies and even shady accounts left behind by Zhang Wenshan.

What alarmed him even more was that there was a blurry photo tucked inside the documents, showing Zhang Wenshan having a secret conversation with a strange man at the construction site.

This man looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place him.