The pushover offended a top-tier boss

When Zhou Huaijin arrived at the Nanjing County government, several officials were immediately thrown into chaos.

"Why did you come early? Weren't you supposed to come the day after tomorrow?"

"I don't know, they've already arrived!"

The county head, deputy secretary, deputy county head, and a large group of others rushed downstairs to line up and welcome them.

"Secretary Zhou, welcome to Nanjing County!"

Zhou Huaijin glanced at it briefly and nodded in acknowledgment.

The meeting was held in a small conference room at the county government.

Each department began to report on its work.

Secretary Zhou's sudden attack caught several department leaders off guard; they had no prepared scripts, and many were unprepared.

The report had just begun, about ten minutes in, when Zhou Huaijin's phone vibrated.

He glanced down at the screen.

Ye Zhenzhen.

Zhou Huaijin tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

Oh.

Do you know you were wrong?

He picked up his teacup and took a sip of water.

Do not answer personal calls during work hours; do not expect him to violate your principles.

The phone rang persistently three or four more times.

Zhou Huaijin frowned.

The county head, who was giving a report on stage, was already nervous and stammering. When he saw the leader frown, he became even more nervous.

Zhou Huaijin glanced around.

A bunch of good-for-nothings, no wonder Nan Jing can't develop.

Zhou Huaijin, with a gloomy face, picked up his phone and went out.

Everyone held their breath instantly.

Oh no, did this report turn out to be so weak that it angered the boss and drove him away?

The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.

About a minute later, the conference room door was suddenly kicked open with a bang.

Zhou Huaijin stormed in, his face ashen, and growled:

"Chen Zheng, go to Platinum Palace immediately!"

The moment the words "Platinum Palace" were uttered, the group gasped in shock.

That's a place everyone in the entire Nanjing County knows.

At this moment, in the Platinum Palace.

Ye Zhenzhen was forced to sit on the sofa and watch the scene unfold before her.

The girl had been dragged to the center of the private room, where a camera was pointed directly at her.

Her cries and pleas for mercy, which started out sharp, became hoarse, and then turned into intermittent sobs.

His eyes went from despair to emptiness and numbness.

Looking at the men's bodies, Ye Zhenzhen felt a surge of nausea.

A greasy hand reached out, grabbed her chin, and turned her face away.

"It's your turn."

"Don't touch me! Let me go!" Ye Zhenzhen struggled desperately.

"Behave yourself!" He slapped her across the face.

Her collar was ripped open forcefully.

"Damn! This girl is hot, slim waist, big breasts, long legs, and snow-white skin."

"So tender."

"Baby, I promise I'll take good care of you."

At that moment, she suddenly didn't want to live anymore.

But then she thought of her parents.

She screamed for help desperately.

Right now.

The door was kicked open.

In the backlight, a tall figure stood at the doorway.

Zhou Huaijin's gaze fell on her.

The clothes were torn, and there was a clear handprint on the face.

His breathing suddenly became heavy, his gaze sharpened, and a murderous intent ignited in his eyes.

At that moment, Ye Zhenzhen seemed to see light in the boundless darkness.

She could no longer hold back her tears.

Chen Zheng rushed over and kicked the man next to him to the ground.

The others reacted quickly; some grabbed bottles, while others drew daggers from their waists.

Chen Zheng was blinded by rage and ignored everything else. He grabbed a man's wrist, twisted it, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Another person lunged at him from behind. Chen Zheng dodged to the side, grabbed the man's arm, and slammed him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. The man's head hit the floor, and he fell silent instantly.

Six men collapsed in less than a minute.

Ye Zhenzhen curled up on the sofa, trembling all over.

Zhou Huaijin took off his coat and wrapped it around her.

She could no longer hold back, and she hugged him, bursting into tears.

"Boss, you've arrived..."

"You've finally arrived..."

She clung to him tightly, her whole body trembling, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, soaking a large patch of his shirt.

His hand touched the back of her head, his fingers running through her disheveled hair, stroking it gently, one stroke at a time.

With her other hand, she wrapped the coat even tighter, completely covering her up.

"I'm not afraid anymore."

Ye Zhenzhen was still trembling violently.

Zhou Huaijin simply bent down, picked him up horizontally, and placed him in the car.

She gripped Zhou Huaijin's clothes tightly with both hands, refusing to let go.

She buried her face in Zhou Huaijin's chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat. The aura that used to make him nervous now made her feel most at ease.

Chen Zheng was driving in front. He glanced at the car in the rearview mirror, seemed to want to say something, but then swallowed his words.

Ye Zhenzhen didn't say a word the whole way, just held Zhou Huaijin tightly, as if afraid that he would disappear if she let go, as if all of this was just her illusion, her dream.

Zhou Huaijin didn't say anything, but put one arm around her shoulder and placed the other hand on the back of her cold hand, gently stroking her knuckles.

The car was parked at the county government hotel.

Chen Zheng said, "Brother, she's really scared. You guys go up first."

"Those people inside are probably terrified too."

He was referring to the people in the county government. They should be waiting now; he wanted to see what was going on with their "Platinum Palace."

Zhou Huaijin ran his fingers over the red marks on Ye Zhenzhen's face, his eyes slightly lowered.

"Chen Zheng".

"Don't let a single one escape."

The tone was not heavy, but every word was resounding.

Chen Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "Understood."

He carried Ye Zhenzhen into the room.

Gently place the person on the sofa.

Zhou Huaijin got up, intending to pour her a glass of water.

As soon as she let go, she was so frightened that she clung to him tightly again: "Don't go."

"I'm not leaving."

I wanted to get you a glass of water.

Zhou Huaijin rarely had the patience to explain to him.

She was still shaking; she was really terrified.

He didn't move, and quietly held the trembling person in his arms.

He wondered if he should take her back to Binzhou to see a psychologist first.

The person in her arms held her waist tightly, without saying a word.

She stopped crying.

They stayed there for a long time.

Zhou Huaijin touched his hair:

"It's alright now."

"Call your parents first; they must be worried about you."

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly realized that his parents must be extremely worried.

She hurriedly pulled out her phone, trying to keep her voice calm:

"Mom, I'm fine. My boss is here. Yeah, they won't dare do anything."

"Is my dad alright?"

"Yes, the manager will handle it."

Seeing that she was feeling much better, Zhou Huaijin got up and poured her a glass of warm water.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Zhenzhen's fear gradually dissipated.

She held the water glass, feeling the warmth emanating from her palms, and sipped it slowly.

She looked up and stole a glance at the person in front of her.

He whispered, "Boss, I...I want to take a shower."

"Go."

He glanced at her, his gaze sweeping across her face, and only after confirming that her emotions had stabilized somewhat did he nod.

Ye Zhenzhen stood up and went into the bathroom.

She turned on the hot water and took off her clothes.

Hot water was poured down, splashing onto her body, washing away the dirty sensation little by little.

She thought of that girl again.

Those filthy hands, those lewd laughs, that still-flickering camera. The girl's empty eyes.

If Zhou Huaijin hadn't come, she would have ended up like that.

No, she dared not think about it.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to banish those images from her mind.

She was saved.

It was Zhou Huaijin who saved her.

His embrace, his scent, and his words, "I'm not afraid anymore."

Like a lifeline, it was something she clung to tightly just as she was about to fall into the abyss.

She is an adult.

She understands that nothing in this world is free, and she also understands the meaning of equivalent exchange.

He saved her.

She should thank him; if it was just a simple thank you, she thought he would definitely ask how she wanted to thank him.

How else can I thank you?

She understood what he wanted.

We're all adults; we should only hint at things and leave them unsaid.

She stood up, turned off the water, dried herself, and stood in front of the mirror.

She wasn't wearing any clothes. Her clothes were dirty and torn, and she never wanted to see them again.

The bath towel wasn't big, just enough to wrap around her, from her chest to her upper thighs, revealing a large area of ​​her shoulders and collarbone.

She looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath.

I pushed open the bathroom door.