The pushover offended a top-tier boss

The next day, Lin Zhi received a notice of appointment as regional director.

It was the position she had always wanted to reach, with doubled salary, increased power, and little work-related interaction with Chen Yu.

He got promoted and also gained a bed partner.

Although Chen Yu is a bit older, his stamina hasn't dropped, and it feels quite good to be with him.

He was more compatible with any of the boys before.

This is the state she likes best.

When you get tired of each other, you can break up without investing any feelings or taking responsibility for each other.

After spending some time as a bed partner with Chen Yu, her father found her.

The old man, his face cold, pushed a check in front of her: "Miss Lin, I know your background very well. Please stay away from my son. Here's ten million, an income you couldn't earn in many years of working. If you're smart—"

Lin Zhi didn't even look at the check, and laughed: "You're overthinking it, we haven't even discussed it."

"He promoted you and gave you a raise, so don't tell me you don't want his wife's position?"

Lin Zhi couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You're overthinking it. I was just bored and playing around with your son."

"I've had my fun, so that's it."

Ye Zhenzhen was heartbroken, and Lin Zhi accompanied her to a bar to cheer her up.

Men are few and far between; if one leaves today, another will come tomorrow.

The two of them drank a bit too much.

Chen Zheng had only come to watch the fun, but when his gaze fell on Lin Zhi, his eyes widened.

When did Sister Ye get such a beautiful friend?

Zhou Huaijin instructed him, "Chen Zheng, take Miss Lin back."

"Okay."

Just what he wanted.

As he walked over, Lin Zhi happened to look up and squinted at him.

She reached out and pinched his chin, her voice tinged with a slightly tipsy laugh: "Hey, this dark-skinned PE student is not bad."

The next second, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, the warmth of her lips and the smell of alcohol lingering on his skin.

Chen Zheng froze, his ears turning bright red.

"Where...where...where do you live? I'll take you home." He could barely speak.

Lin Zhi tilted her head to look at him, her shoe tip brushing against his calf: "So... are you coming back with me?"

He swallowed hard, his voice unconsciously rising a few decibels: "I...of course I'll take you back!"

"Then tell me, are you a virgin? I only want virgins."

Chen Zheng's face turned completely red, and he stammered for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out, "Yes..."

She nodded in satisfaction.

On the way Chen Zheng drove her back to her apartment, his palms were sweating the whole time.

Because the woman beside him kept teasing him, pinching his leg one moment and moving him upward the next.

As soon as he entered, Lin Zhi hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Chen Zheng was flustered by her kiss, unsure of what to do with his hands. He turned his head away, panting, "You...you shouldn't do this..."

"Shy? Don't be afraid, I'll teach you..." Her voice was soft and sticky.

He forcefully pressed her down onto the sofa, so hard that she struggled twice but couldn't break free. He took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and then went to pour her a glass of water.

He told himself he had to restrain himself and not take advantage of the situation.

If his older brother and his own brother found out, he would be beaten to death.

Who does *that* after dropping someone off at home? Yet that woman coiled around him like a snake, her fingers groping his chest, her fingertips radiating a seductive heat.

He gritted his teeth and pressed her back onto the sofa, but afraid of hurting her, he could only gently hold her hands and feet down.

She then vomited all over him, so he had to take off his shirt, bare-chested, and help her to the bed, clumsily changing her clothes.

A little while later she got up again, saying she wanted to watch him dance.

"I don't know how..." Chen Zheng was going crazy.

"Working in this line of work and you can't even dance? Thumbs down!"

"How about military gymnastics?" He finally managed to utter this question after a long pause.

After tossing and turning until late at night, Chen Zheng sat by the bed and watched as she finally fell asleep peacefully.

He finally let out a long breath.

I was about to burst from holding it in.

This woman is truly a vixen.

When Lin Zhi woke up, she saw someone else beside her and sat up abruptly: "Why didn't you leave last night?"

She never lets anyone stay overnight; she always leaves as soon as she's done.

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Chen Zheng, her upper body bare, with large scratch marks on her chest.

She sized him up. His skin was slightly dark, his muscles were well-defined, his face was clean and handsome, and his eyes were clear with a hint of naivety. He was the type she would like.

Chen Zheng was startled awake by her. He rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm leaving. You must have been throwing up to death last night."

They have no conscience.

Lin Zhi was still in a daze. How could she have brought this male model home?

She took out her phone and gestured to him: "QR code."

Chen Zheng pulled up his QR code, secretly pleased.

It seems she's interested in him too.

The next second, he received a transfer of 10,000 yuan.

"You must have had a hard night," Lin Zhi said to him.

Chen Zheng looked down at the transfer record, feeling as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him.

Did she treat him like a gigolo?

"I am not—"

"I know you're not a virgin, this is your first time, right?" Lin Zhi interrupted him.

A sick mother, a gambling father, a younger sister in school, and a broken man.

Those in their line of work all have their own connections.

She understands.

Chen Zheng was silent for two seconds, then simply stopped arguing: "Then when will you contact me again, sister?"

Lin Zhi smiled and said, "Sorry, I have a boyfriend."

Chen Zheng was taken aback. Not being married is good.

So what if she has a boyfriend? Just steal him away.

Although he lacked experience, he had plenty of role models.

"Sister, I'll hide it well."

Lin Zhiwei was slightly taken aback; young boys were indeed more sensible than older men.

Older men only want recognition and status, while younger men will keep things hidden.

Lin Zhi submitted his resignation to the company.

Chen Yu asked her, "Why did you resign?"

"Because I have my own career plan."

"Also, our relationship ends here," Lin Zhi said to him, her tone still calm.

Chen Yu was caught off guard: "Why?"

"I'm tired of it." She smiled, a smile that was as nonchalant as ever.

"Chen Yu, you probably know that your father came to see me. You could easily tell him not to bother—"

"Just because my dad contacted you, you're breaking up with him?"

"It's not really related to that." She looked earnestly into his eyes. "In any relationship, if it's troublesome or a waste of my energy, I won't continue."

"You are no exception."

After she finished speaking, she stood up straight without turning around.

She has ended too many relationships, each one cleanly and decisively, without any pain or regret.

She thought she was used to that rhythm of letting go, but this time, she suddenly felt a little depressed.

Perhaps it was because we were so compatible, or perhaps we developed feelings for each other while sleeping together.

But that doesn't matter; she won't stay for anyone.

She had planned to resign for a while. Five years after graduation, she had saved up some money and accumulated a wealth of resources and industry connections at a top company like PPTV.

Her ambition grew bigger and bigger; she had had enough of being a slave, and now she wanted to be a landlord.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen invested three million without hesitation, and President Qin was even more generous, transferring five million directly.

Looking at the number that had been deposited into her bank account, she began to feel full of energy.

They rented a small office, recruited staff, and set up a makeshift team.

Chen Yu went to Nanjing.

Ye Zhenzhen led him to Lin Zhi's home, pointing to the dilapidated tenement building: "Zhi Zhi used to live in there. He didn't even have his own room, and he always squeezed onto the sofa since he was little."

"Her stepfather... treated her badly. Her mother never protected her. When someone bullied her at school, she would fight back fiercely until they were afraid of her."

"She seems indifferent to everything, but that's because she's long since become numb to the pain."

Chen Yu looked up at the small window. The windowsill was rusty, and the glass was gray and foggy, making it impossible to see inside.

He stared for a long time, as if he could see the little girl gazing into the distance from the window, stumbling and falling as she fled from the vast sky.

The man's curses came from inside the door: "That little bitch, she's been seducing men since she was a kid! I should have sold her off; I could have gotten two hundred thousand for a dowry!"

Chen Yu closed his eyes, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

A few days later, Lin Zhi received a call from Ye Zhenzhen.

"Zhizhi, that man is dead. He was hit by a truck and died instantly. Your mother signed a letter of forgiveness and paid 200,000 yuan in compensation. She won't be coming to see you again."

Lin Zhi looked out the window, and the early spring sunlight shone through the glass onto the back of her hand, feeling warm and cozy.

The shadow that had loomed over her life has finally dissipated.

She poured all her energy into her work, while Chen Zheng would pop up every few days, bringing her a box of snacks she had casually mentioned one day, a bag of fruit the next, and then sending her a photo of himself in a police uniform trying to seduce her the day after.

Sometimes she would reply with a "get lost," and sometimes she wouldn't reply at all, but he would still send it the next time, like a stubborn dog that he couldn't get rid of no matter what.

She couldn't be bothered with him, partly because she was genuinely busy, and partly because she felt there was still a corner in her heart that she hadn't cleared up yet.