The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Before they even reached the door, they heard Ye Zhenzhen's laughter coming from inside: "Song Jing, I didn't expect you to be so efficient. Whoever marries you will be so lucky."

He stood at the door and saw her talking to a boy with her head turned to the side. The boy was tall and thin, wearing a faded plaid shirt that revealed a section of his thin forearm.

He held the pot and was ladling the stir-fried vegetables onto a plate with practiced movements. When he looked down, you could see a thin layer of sweat on the back of his neck from the steam.

Ye Zhenzhen turned her head and saw him, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Old Zhou, you're back!"

"This is my student, Song Jing. Song Jing, this is my teacher."

Song Jing put down the spatula, wiped his hands somewhat awkwardly, and said, "Hello... Master—"

He was momentarily at a loss for words. Should he call his teacher's lover "Grandmaster"?

Ye Zhenzhen smiled and said, "You can just call him Uncle Zhou."

Song Jing quickly followed up with a greeting: "Hello, Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Huaijin's face immediately darkened.

He said nothing, turned around and walked out, his steps a few paces faster than when he came.

Ye Zhenzhen called out "Old Zhou" behind him, but he didn't turn around.

She stood at the kitchen doorway, still holding a clove of garlic in her hand, and couldn't help but mutter to herself: What's wrong now?

Is it wrong to call him "uncle"? He's in his early twenties, while she's almost forty and old enough to be a father. What else should we call him but "uncle"?

Why are older men so sensitive about their age these days?

She shook her head, turned around and continued working, plating the last dish and putting it on the table.

The meal was plentiful, and the aroma filled the entire room.

The two children sat in the chairs and began to eat heartily.

Ye Zhenzhen wiped the child's mouth while serving food to the students:

"Eat more—here, Song Jing, try this pork rib."

"Qi Lian, have some soup, don't be shy—"

Zhou Huaijin watched her busy herself, taking care of this and that, but she ignored him.

He sat in the main seat, quietly eating his rice, his expression normal, but he only picked up the rice in front of him with his chopsticks.

The male student was very attentive and served him a bowl of soup.

"Uncle Zhou, please have some soup."

"Oh, Song Jing, you can eat by yourself, no need to be so polite," Ye Zhenzhen quickly said.

Zhou Huaijin didn't say anything, and he didn't touch the bowl of soup.

He put down his chopsticks after only a few bites, stood up, and said in a flat voice, "You can eat slowly."

Then he turned and walked towards the study.

Ye Zhenzhen asked from behind him, "Is that all you're eating?"

He didn't turn around; the door closed behind him.

Qi Lian's gaze lingered on his back for a moment longer, her heart churning with things she couldn't quite sort out herself.

She lowered her head and picked up a bite of food, when a thought suddenly popped into her mind: Teachers may appear glamorous outside, but when they return home, they have to be careful to read their husbands' expressions. They may work hard to prepare a meal, but their husbands don't even give them a smile.

This kind of marriage probably has long since lost its affection for each other.

If I can seize this opportunity.

She glanced furtively towards the study.

She had just searched for him on her phone and found his name and position, knowing what it meant for someone his age to be in that position.

She gripped the chopsticks in her hand tightly; her fingertips felt a little hot.

Zhou Huaijin was in his study, listening to the laughter outside, and felt somewhat agitated.

This Ye Zhenzhen is going too far.

Even though he could see that he was angry, he didn't try to comfort him.

Sure enough, she changed her attitude after the wedding.

He picked up a book, but didn't read it.

His eyes flickered slightly when there was a knock on the study door.

Hmph, at least he has some conscience.

"Enter."

Until he looked up and saw his female student standing in front of him, holding a bowl of chicken soup.

"week……"

Qi Lian swallowed the rest of the words back; he wasn't old at all, and calling him "uncle" was really inappropriate.

"Mr. Zhou, would you like some of the soup the teacher made?"

The girl smiled gently, her smiling eyes looking at him timidly.

Zhou Huaijin didn't answer, his icy gaze falling on her, making her feel a chill run through her body instantly.

"This is not something you should be doing."

He walked out with a gloomy face.

I was already furious, and then I ran into someone who didn't know their place!

One or two at a time, what kind of students does Ye Zhenzhen teach?!

When Zhou Huaijin walked out, Song Jing was washing dishes in the kitchen. Ye Zhenzhen smiled and joked:

"Oh dear, why are you always rushing to do the work?"

Song Jing smiled shyly and said, "Teacher, this is what I should do."

Zhou Huaijin gritted his teeth, walked over with a cold face, and pulled Ye Zhenzhen into the study.

"Hey, what are you doing? The students are still outside—"

Ye Zhenzhen was pinned against the edge of the desk by him, her palms instinctively bracing against his chest, trying to create some distance between them.

He didn't speak, but lowered his head, his gaze sliding from her eyes to her lips, carrying a burning heat.

"What's wrong?" Her voice softened, with a hint of probing and coaxing at the end.

"I don't like either of your students," he finally said, his voice filled with deep dissatisfaction.

His hand had already slipped inside her clothes.

Ye Zhenzhen was both embarrassed and anxious, and she pushed him away in a low voice:

"Oh no, please don't..."

"What's wrong with my students? Both of them are excellent and well-behaved."

"Try to have less contact with them in the future."

He expressed his dissatisfaction verbally, but his subordinate increased the force of his blows.

"Don't bring it home either."

Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but cry out, "Ah..."

Why are you... looking down on them?

He sneered, "None of them are innocent."

Only an idiot like her wouldn't see that.

"How could you do this—" Before she could say anything more, he lowered his head and kissed her, silencing all her words.

She was pressed against the desk, her back against the cold surface.

The pen rolled off the edge of the table and fell with a soft thud.

Her fingers gripped his shirt, her lips were blocked, and only suppressed sobs escaped from her throat.

"Oh no..." Ye Zhenzhen struggled.

"Not here..."

But in someone else's eyes, it became a seductive act of feigned reluctance.

The voices of two students could be heard coming from the courtyard outside the window, drifting in intermittently through a door and a window screen, along with Jinshu's giggling laughter.

The more nervous she became, the more sensitive she became. She bit her lip, afraid to make a sound, her nails digging into his shoulder.

He seemed determined to make up for the portion he hadn't eaten at the dinner table, his expression a mixture of possessiveness and intense jealousy.

Papers were scattered all over the desk. She was anxious and flustered. While listening to the noise outside the window, she was distracted by him. Her body was like a taut string that would break at the slightest touch.

"Waaaaah, you bastard..."

She cursed him, her voice broken and incoherent, but he only intensified his attacks.

Just thinking about that "uncle" and that boy's feigned obedience makes me furious!

Ye Zhenzhen felt that Zhou Huaijin seemed to have gone mad or had been drugged.

Playing this kind of exciting, adulterous game is truly shameless.

Her face was flushed, and the stray hairs at her temples were stuck to her face with sweat. Her skirt was wrinkled up, and she could barely stand.

She quietly changed into new clothes before daring to push open the door and go out, her face still burning.

Jinshu ran over, holding a lollipop in her hand, her little face tilted up like she was showing off a treasure: "Daddy, my sister gave it to me, it's strawberry flavored!"

Zhou Huaijin bent down, a gentle smile playing on her lips, and asked, "Did your father ever teach you that you shouldn't accept things from strangers?"

Jinshu blinked her big, round eyes, turned around and ran back to Qilian, handing the candy back to her: "Sister, here you go, you can't eat your things."

Qi Lian's smile froze for a moment.

Ye Zhenzhen felt a little embarrassed and glared at him without saying a word. What was he doing now? She smiled and explained, "Qi Lian, the child is too young to eat candy."

Qi Lian nodded, slightly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I don't know."

Meanwhile, Song Jing watched the subtle yet sweet exchange between the two.

Teacher Ye changed her clothes, her face still flushed, and the tall man beside her kept his eyes fixed on her.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, teacher. Thank you so much today."

"We won't bother you any longer."

Ye Zhenzhen's legs were still weak when she saw the two of them off.