The pushover offended a top-tier boss

"Didn't we just kiss?" Ye Zhenzhen said in a muffled voice.

"Is a kiss enough?" Zhou Huaijin lightly stroked her two moist lips with her fingertips. "Do you think I'm that easy to talk to?"

Ye Zhenzhen bit her lip.

For Xiao Zhou's sake, she had no choice but to sell her body again.

Her mouth was gagged, and she couldn't speak, only sobbing.

A large hand pressed down on her head, forcing her to tilt her face back. Her eyes filled with tears, and she looked extremely pitiful.

The more pitiful she is, the more malicious people will want to bully her.

She'd been coming every day for three days straight, and Ye Zhenzhen felt like she was burning herself out.

This is not the stamina or frequency of a 33-year-old man at all!

What happened to the promise of once every three days? It doesn't count if I "deliberately seduced" him, it doesn't count if I "thank him," and who knows what else might not count.

Hmph, she was just bluffing!

He can come whenever he wants!

She was exhausted again, too weak to even turn over, and lay limply in the blankets.

Zhou Huaijin was a light sleeper, and just as he was about to fall asleep in his arms, a tinkling sound came from the living room.

The crisp, fragmented sounds were particularly jarring in the quiet night.

He opened his eyes, his brows furrowing. The person in his arms was sleeping like a little pig, a faint smile playing on their lips, as if they were having a sweet dream.

He removed her arm from his waist, threw back the covers, and walked out of the bedroom.

He saw a crazy little white dumpling.

Little Zhou was holding a cat toy in its mouth, frantically shaking its head, the bell on the toy jingling incessantly. It tossed the toy to the left, pounced, then to the right, pounced again, its tail held high, its four short legs sliding on the smooth floor. Under the sofa, under the coffee table, behind the curtains, it was having a blast, running around like a parkour pro.

Zhou Huaijin stood there, his temples throbbing.

He took a deep breath, strode over, bent down, and snatched the cat toy.

Little Zhou was startled, raised its tail, and stared at him with its wide, light blue eyes.

He picked up the cat toy and threw it directly onto the refrigerator.

Xiao Zhou looked up at the vanished cat toy and meowed, her voice filled with dissatisfaction and grievance.

"If you make any more noise, I'll throw you out," Zhou Huaijin warned, barely containing his anger.

Xiao Zhou shrank its neck, meowed twice in dissatisfaction, and walked angrily to its cat bed, curled up into a ball, and buried its face in its tail.

Zhou Huaijin returned to bed, lay down, and closed his eyes.

The person next to him rolled over, and his arm automatically wrapped around his waist, and his leg wrapped around him like an octopus.

He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open.

The cat meowed softly again in the living room.

Almost half an hour later, he finally felt sleepy.

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

Ye Zhenzhen nestled in his arms like a caterpillar, her hair tickling his chin. She wasn't awake yet, just instinctively searching for a more comfortable position.

Zhou Huaijin was woken up by her nudge. He opened his eyes and was about to say something—

A furry thing suddenly darted in front of them.

Tilting its head, it looked at the two humans in front of it and meowed softly.

Zhou Huaijin's face immediately darkened.

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly opened her eyes and saw that little white head. She jumped up as if she had been injected with a stimulant.

"Wow—Little Zhou!"

"How did you get here? How did you get up here? Did you miss your mother?"

She hugged the kitten to her chest, buried her face in its fur and took a deep breath, then rolled around on the bed with the cat in her arms.

Zhou Huaijin could no longer hold back.

"Ye Zhenzhen." His voice was as deep as the rumble of thunder before a storm, "Get it down."

"Cats are not allowed on the bed!"

"Look at your hygiene habits, what kind of mess are they—"

Ye Zhenzhen wanted to argue a bit more. The kitten had a bath and wasn't dirty anymore; it had received two vaccinations. But when she looked up and saw his face, so gloomy it could drip water, she swallowed back all the words she was about to say.

She knew he was truly angry.

"Okay, okay, get it down, get it down." Ye Zhenzhen obediently got out of bed, picked up the kitten, and ran all the way to take it to the living room.

Ye Zhenzhen squatted down and started preparing goat milk for Xiao Zhou, adding a spoonful of kitten food.

Little Zhou buried his head in his food, making loud smacking noises, while the tip of his tail wagged happily back and forth.

Ye Zhenzhen squatted down beside her and took more than a dozen photos with her phone. She thought each one was cute, so she picked nine and posted them on her WeChat Moments with the caption "New member Xiao Zhou reporting for duty".

As soon as he put down his phone, he turned around and saw Xiao Zhou scratching Lao Zhou's leather shoes.

The sky has fallen...

She was so frightened that she quickly picked it up and took it away: "My goodness, you just picked the expensive one to scratch."

"If you keep causing trouble, your father will make you into a fur coat."

Ye Zhenzhen stared at the two faint scratches on the leather shoes, her mind racing. He probably couldn't see them, could he? They were so faint, so fine, who would notice them?

But she underestimated the leader's eyesight.

Zhou Huaijin paused for a moment as he changed his shoes. He looked up, his gaze fixed on her face, his expression extremely unpleasant.

"Ye Zhenzhen, give me this wretched cat right now—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Ye Zhenzhen jumped directly onto him.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and clung to him like a koala.

She leaned in and pressed her lips against his, precisely cutting off any further words he might utter.

Zhou Huaijin was knocked back half a step by her, and his hand instinctively grabbed her waist to prevent her from falling. His mouth was covered by hers, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

"Don't think that's all—" he said between her breaths.

Ye Zhenzhen kissed him again.

"Don't do it again and again—ugh—"

Ye Zhenzhen ignored him and kept silencing him, kissing him once, checking his expression, and kissing him again when she found it was still gloomy.

Little Zhou had somehow gotten to the doorway, tilted his head back to look at the two humans embracing each other, and meowed curiously.

"Xiao Zhou is just a baby kitten." Ye Zhenzhen finally let go of his mouth, blinking her eyes as she looked at him. "What does a little baby know about right and wrong?"

"Don't be angry anymore." Her voice softened a bit. "Zhouzhou, Lao Zhou?"

Zhou Huaijin looked at the rogue clinging to him.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly, as if suppressing some surging emotions.

Finally, with a cold face, he uttered the following sentence:

Go get me a new pair of shoes.

"Okay!"

Ye Zhenzhen jumped off him.