The pushover offended a top-tier boss

After lunch, Ye Zhenzhen returned to her workstation and checked the summary and report she had written in the morning again. After confirming that there were no problems, she sent them to Secretary Lin.

Secretary Lin said that the leader had official business in the afternoon and might not have time to look at it.

She didn't care much; once she handed it in, a weight was lifted from her heart.

The afternoon passed quickly. She organized several documents and studied two policy documents. When she looked up at the time, it was almost five o'clock.

My phone vibrated.

Meng Chen: [Baby, I'm downstairs at your workplace.]

Ye Zhenzhen instantly became happy.

She glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen; it was exactly five o'clock.

get off work.

She jumped up, grabbed her bag, and rushed outside.

"Sister Ye, you ran so fast, the car keys are with me." Chen Zheng shouted from behind.

"No rides today! My boyfriend's here to pick me up!" Her voice drifted from the end of the corridor, filled with undisguised joy.

After Chen Zheng realized what was happening...

He walked quickly to the window and pulled out a portable telescope.

Set it to the maximum multiplier.

He wanted to see what kind of boyfriend Ye Zhenzhen was.

Target locked at the 7 o'clock position downstairs.

He's about 175 cm tall, well, almost.

It looks a bit thin; tsk, its health probably isn't very good.

He was wearing glasses, but his face was quite fair.

Pshaw, what good is it for a grown man to be so fair-skinned?

Ye Zhenzhen ran out of the building like a joyful little bird and plunged into the man's arms.

The man put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead.

The two walked side by side toward the subway station.

Chen Zheng put down his binoculars, his expression as complicated as if he had swallowed a whole lemon.

When Zhou Huaijin came out of the office, Chen Zheng was standing by the window sighing.

"Where is Ye Zhenzhen?" Zhou Huaijin asked him.

Chen Zheng turned his head and looked at his older brother, giving him a ruthless reminder.

"Her boyfriend just picked her up."

Zhou Huaijin's gaze shifted slightly.

He didn't say anything, just nodded, walked to the coat rack, and picked up the coat.

Chen Zheng followed behind him, casually adding, "I heard they've been dating for five years. Their relationship is really good, and they're supposedly getting married next year."

After saying that, he secretly observed Zhou Huaijin's expression.

Brother, I've already given you this much advice, so just calm down.

Zhou Huaijin paused for a moment as he put on his coat.

Then he took off his coat and hung it back up.

"You can go back now, I still have a document to process."

Chen Zheng was taken aback: "Brother, everyone's off work—"

"You go first."

Zhou Huaijin had already turned and walked towards his office.

Chen Zheng stood in the corridor, looking at the tightly closed door, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

No, why did my brother take a liking to Ye Zhenzhen?

-

Ye Zhenzhen and Meng Chen had just boarded the subway.

The two sat side by side, she leaned on Meng Chen's shoulder, and they both looked at their phones.

They were planning to visit the recently popular night market and were researching their itinerary for taking photos.

My phone suddenly rang.

An unfamiliar number.

Ye Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment before answering the call.

"Ye Zhenzhen, where are you?"

The deep voice pierced her eardrums, and Ye Zhenzhen's body trembled involuntarily.

"Boss, I... I'm off work." Her voice unconsciously became softer.

"Get to my office within ten minutes."

Ye Zhenzhen almost dropped her phone.

"But boss, I've already—"

The call has already ended.

She stared at the words "Call Ended" on the screen, completely dumbfounded.

"What's wrong?" Meng Chen noticed her pale face.

"My boss told me to go back and work overtime..."

"You've already left work, why are you being called back? That's going too far!" Meng Chen's expression changed. "Talk to your boss, could we do it tomorrow? We finally get to see each other—"

"No, that won't work..."

Who dares to challenge the top leader? She's got a death wish.

After hearing this, Meng Chen was visibly unhappy.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I didn't know I had to work overtime."

Ye Zhenzhen took his hand and coaxed him.

"I finished all my work beforehand to come see you today, but what about you? We've only been together for less than ten minutes and you're already leaving," Meng Chen couldn't help but complain.

"I know, it's all my fault."

Ye Zhenzhen had no other choice but to apologize and offer comfort.

"Okay, you go first. I heard that there are long queues for many food stalls at the night market. You can queue up for whatever you want to eat first."

"I'll come find you as soon as I'm done here, okay?"

Meng Chen sighed, "That's all we can do."

He handed her the milk skin and yogurt he was carrying:

"If you get hungry while working overtime, you can eat this to tide you over."

Ye Zhenzhen smiled and said, "Yes, I will do it as soon as possible."

After calming Meng Chen down, Ye Zhenzhen got off the subway at the next stop.

They turned back.

I ran all the way after getting off the subway and finally arrived within ten minutes.

The corridor on the eighth floor was quiet.

She stood in front of the dark brown solid wood door, took a deep breath, and raised her hand to knock.

"Enter."

She pushed the door open and went in.

Zhou Huaijin sat behind his desk, his report and summary spread out on the table in front of him. He had changed his clothes, replacing the dark gray sweater he wore that morning with a thin black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his strong wrists and the plain mechanical watch.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping across her face before settling on the boxes of yogurt she was holding.

Ye Zhenzhen noticed his gaze, and somewhat awkwardly hid the yogurt behind her back, but then thought it was too silly and took it out again.

"Um... my boyfriend brought some yogurt with milk skin from Beijing, would you like some?"

She asked, her voice carrying a cautious, ingratiating tone.

Zhou Huaijin's gaze paused for a moment.

"Just put it there."

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment.

Where should I put it?

She hesitated for a moment, but still obediently placed the yogurt on the corner of the table.

Damn it. She originally thought that giving him a box to try would be enough, how did it end up being "left there"?

My own clumsy tongue!

Why not say, "Would you like a box, sir?"

That way I can keep the rest!

She silently said goodbye to the bag of yogurt in her heart.

Zhou Huaijin shoved the report in front of her, his tone icy: "Ye Zhenzhen, has the commendation for your act of bravery made you so arrogant that you've forgotten even your basic professional skills?"

Ye Zhenzhen glanced down at the report.

She wrote it this afternoon, and she thinks it's pretty good.

But after he said that, she suddenly became uncertain.

"This summary is extremely sloppy, disorganized, illogical, lacks focus, and fails to highlight key points." He pointed to the paper, scribbling down line by line. "This report is even more outrageous; it hasn't even extracted basic ideas, it's just a pile of data, vague viewpoints, and impractical suggestions."

Ye Zhenzhen stood there, listening to him list out his grievances one by one.

She actually wanted to defend herself. She wanted to say that she had written the report twice, revising it for a long time each time. She wanted to say that she had done her best and included everything she could think of.

But she didn't dare.

She didn't have the guts to talk back to the top leader.

"Finish revising it carefully today." Zhou Huaijin pushed the report in front of her, but there was no room for negotiation in his tone.

"OK."

She nodded obediently, reached for the report, and prepared to take it back to her workstation to revise it.

"Change it here." Zhou Huaijin didn't look up, and opened another document.

"He went next door and immediately started slacking off."

Ye Zhenzhen wanted to say "I didn't," but seeing him looking down at the documents, she swallowed her words.

She sat down across from him, holding the report.

She opened her notebook, flipped through the report, and began to revise it.

The office was extremely quiet.

Only the sound of her typing on the keyboard and the occasional rustling of him turning the pages of documents could be heard. Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened, and the entire building slowly quieted down. Footsteps occasionally echoed in the corridor, then faded into the distance, eventually returning to silence.

Zhou Huaijin sat opposite her, his head down as he looked at documents, yet his presence was undeniable. She could feel his gaze occasionally lift, sweep over her, and then return to the documents in front of him.

The feeling of being watched made her extremely uncomfortable; every pore on her body was tense.

Her fingers tapped on the keyboard, but her thoughts seemed blocked by something, unable to flow.

To make matters worse, my stomach started to feel uncomfortable.