The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Lin Zhi and Chen Yu sat side by side on the helicopter.

Ye Zhenzhen, sitting in the front row, would turn her head every now and then, her eyes filled with the meaning of "I saw it all".

Chen Yu turned his head to look at her: "Are you... injured?"

Lin Zhi turned his gaze to the window: "Thank you for your concern, Boss. No, it's nothing."

Back at the hotel, Lin Zhi took a shower.

There was a knock on the door, and Chen Yu brought over ointment for bruises and sprains, as well as some anti-itch cream.

She took it and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Chen. I'm going to sleep now."

They quickly closed the door.

She scraped her knee and had many mosquito bites all over her body. She applied ointment and lay down on the bed.

This terrifying accident was like a nightmare.

Even after surviving the ordeal, the warmth of that kiss still lingers.

And the absurdity of that night.

He had no experience; he even wore his raincoat backwards.

The first time, it was too short, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But later, she couldn't laugh anymore.

She had never slept with a virgin in his thirties, and assumed his stamina was average.

I never imagined it would be like I'd been starving for over thirty years.

The whole box is empty.

That's absolutely insane.

After this accident, no one was in the mood to play anymore, and they returned home the next day.

After a few days of fun, my vacation is almost over, and I have to get back to work soon.

On the way back, she made a point of sitting with Ye Zhenzhen.

Her best friend kept gossiping about her and Chen Yu the whole way, but she seriously interrupted her wild speculations: "Impossible!"

Who wants to date the boss?

Working like an ox or a horse by day and a chicken or a duck by night, just thinking about it makes my life miserable.

After returning to work, Lin Zhi maintained the same rhythm as before, attending meetings, socializing, revising plans, doing whatever she was supposed to do, as if nothing had happened.

After get off work, she asked a young man out.

The moment I touched her, my wrist was grabbed.

Chen Yu dragged her along with a gloomy face.

The car door closed.

"Lin Zhi, what do you take me for?" He turned his head to look at her.

"To be a boss," she replied casually.

"Shouldn't you give me an explanation for what happened that night?" he demanded of her.

"It was just a one-night stand after drinking. We're all adults. It's nothing more than an adult encounter. Does it need any explanation?"

Chen Yu turned his phone screen towards her; he finally received the message she sent from the banana grove.

"I deserve to be loved, but who should love me?"

"other people."

"Why did you send it to me?"

"Because you're my boss, if something happens to me while I'm on a business trip, at least you can help me with the aftermath." She forced a smile.

Chen Yu's lips tightened. He put his phone away and lowered his voice: "Lin Zhi, why did you hold my hand and tell me not to be afraid during the earthquake? And why did you take me in and wish me a Happy New Year on New Year's Eve?"

Lin Zhi didn't speak again. She stared out the car window, remaining silent for a long time, as if something was stuck in her throat.

Chen Yu started the car and finally stopped it by Shichahai Lake.

The winter nights are cold, and the place is no longer as lively as it used to be.

Thick ice had formed on the river, and a crescent moon hung in the sky, accompanied by twinkling stars.

He looked up at the starry sky and suddenly spoke:

"Actually, after your mom came to the company and made a scene that day, I saw you sitting alone on the rooftop, and I wanted to bring you here to see the stars. When I was little, whenever I was in a bad mood, I would walk along this river. Back then, I heard that people turn into stars after they die, so every time I looked up at the sky, I felt like my mom was still watching me."

"As I walked, my feet started to hurt, but my heart didn't hurt as much anymore."

The winter night wind blows, its chill clinging to the skin.

Lin Zhi recalled that she had walked this path many years ago. Back then, she had just arrived in Beijing and rented a damp basement room. She worked for a month but was maliciously fired. Her boss deliberately didn't pay her wages, and she only had five hundred yuan left.

She walked here all night, her tears dried by the wind and then flowed again, and finally all the bitterness in her heart dissipated in the wind.

She has witnessed the city's brilliance and prosperity, as well as its hardships and joys.

Years have passed, and she has become invincible.

Now someone said to her.

"Lin Zhi, you may be able to survive alone, but it's warmer when two people hug each other."

He looked at her, his gaze filled with an expression she couldn't decipher, like a seed buried in the snow for a long time, finally finding a crack.

Lin Zhi remained silent for a long time.

"I don't date. I don't need a boyfriend, just friends with benefits. But I don't have any work-related dealings with my friends with benefits."

She chuckled, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. "So, do you want an assistant, or a casual sex partner?"

She never thought about marrying into a wealthy family. She had no shortage of rich second-generation suitors, but marriage was never a must for her.

Unlike Ye Zhenzhen, who had a warm family to rely on and the confidence of being favored, she could foolishly trust someone and dare to give her heart away.

She was different; there was no one behind her, no way back, and she had to make sure every step was firm before moving on to the next.

She also had a relationship during college, which she thought would last.

It wasn't until the other party's parents arranged to meet her that they politely but distantly told her, "Ms. Lin, our family doesn't require a rich heiress, but at the very least, his wife must come from a normal family."

Later, her first love went abroad to study for his future, and she embarked on her journey to Beijing alone.

All the love and infatuation, in reality, the results are all pretty much the same.

She admitted that perhaps at some point, Chen Yu made her heart waver a little, but she was no longer a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl and would no longer expect to be saved by someone else.

Only you can save yourself from the abyss.

Lin Zhi went to work as usual, as if nothing had happened that night. When she smiled, she was still the same shrewd and charming Assistant Lin, with bright eyes and a light tone; no one could tell what was hidden in her heart.

Until one business dinner, she saw her first love, Cui Jia, amidst the clinking of glasses.

He had matured considerably and become much more composed than before. She paused for a moment, then casually looked away and nodded politely.

As the event ended, Cui Jia followed her out and stopped her in the corridor: "Zhizhi, I never thought I'd see you again."

"Zhizhi, I've been looking for you all these years, but you've changed all your contact information—"

She interrupted him: "There's no need to keep in touch after breaking up." Her tone was indifferent.

Cui Jia, however, excitedly pestered her to explain, "Zhizhi, back then I wasn't able to give you a future. Now I am, I can give you a stable life, and no one will stand in our way anymore—"

Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was suddenly tightened, and she was pulled away.

Chen Yu's face was gloomy. He didn't say anything and pulled her out of the banquet hall.

Lin Zhi was shoved into the car by him, the door was closed, and they remained silent the whole way.

He drove with a sullen face until he stopped in front of her apartment building.

The moment the door closed, he grabbed the back of her neck and leaned down to kiss her.

Lin Zhi was breathless from his kiss and pushed him away, saying, "Chen Yu, what are you doing?!"

"I regret it." His voice was low and husky, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing heavy and rapid. "We can be friends with benefits."

He kissed her again, with a pent-up arrogance.

Lin Zhi struggled twice but couldn't break free. Her nails dug into his shoulder, and her voice was broken: "Your technique... is terrible."

"If you think my skills are bad, then you should teach me properly."

Before she could even retort, her whole world was turned upside down.

There were no special skills involved; it was all about brute force.

He chuckled softly in her ear: "Poor technique?"

"Then why are you shaking?"

She was so angry that she bit his shoulder.

A night of passionate lovemaking.