The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Ye Zhenzhen's alarm bells rang loudly, and a sense of foreboding quietly rose within her.

She could tell he was angry.

Zhou Huaijin's lips were slightly pursed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his gaze remained indifferent, but it felt like the calm before a storm.

But she's already broken up. She's done what she was supposed to do.

But he's just so unreasonable. Whenever he gets angry, she suffers.

The car stopped at the entrance of Yuyuan. He had a stern face, grabbed her wrist, and got out of the car.

They didn't say anything.

Ye Zhenzhen followed behind him with small, quick steps, just enough to keep up with his pace.

Stepping through that door, I felt like a little white rabbit that had fallen into a wolf's den.

Once it happens once, it will happen again. She felt that this time, she couldn't escape it.

The door was behind me, and it clicked shut.

Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but take a step back.

Zhou Huaijin stepped forward and pinned her against the door.

He stared straight at her, his eyes burning with a dark fire, as if he couldn't wait to tear her apart and devour her.

"I...I told him we broke up, I said it yesterday..."

"I don't know why he came today..."

She explained softly, but dared not meet his gaze.

"You...don't be angry anymore..."

"He definitely won't do it again next time..."

Zhou Huaijin's face darkened:

"You want a next time?"

Ye Zhenzhen hurriedly shook her head:

"No, no."

If she were to publicly call her boss a mistress again, not only would he be too ashamed to face her, but she herself would also lose face.

She gently tugged at his sleeve, tilted her head back, and looked at him pitifully:

"Boss, you... you're getting angry..."

She's not good at comforting people; all she ever says is "I'm not happy anymore."

Zhou Huaijin looked down at the hand that was tugging at his sleeve.

"Ye Zhenzhen," his voice lowered, and he slightly lifted her face, "is this your attitude towards apologizing?"

Didn't she say "Don't be angry"? What more attitude do you need?

Why should she apologize? Humph!

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but suddenly felt a tightness around her waist.

She was pulled forward by that force and pressed herself against him.

Ye Zhenzhen realized that she was in a very dangerous situation.

His eyes seemed to want to devour her whole, leaving not even a bone fragment.

"Um... Boss, you haven't eaten yet, have you? How about I cook for you?" She smiled ingratiatingly, her voice carrying a deliberate, ingratiating sweetness.

Zhou Huaijin's eyebrows twitched slightly as he looked at her suddenly become incredibly obedient.

"Can you cook?"

"Yes, I can!" Ye Zhenzhen nodded vigorously. "It's a family tradition; I'm a very good cook."

As she spoke, she wriggled out of his arms.

She diligently helped him hang up his coat, then eagerly poured him a glass of warm water, smiling throughout.

"You've had a long day, so please rest well. I'll cook for you, hehe..."

Hmph, now you're starting to have some sense.

Zhou Huaijin held the glass of water, leaned back on the sofa, and watched her flit between the living room and the kitchen like a busy little bee.

He took a sip of water, said nothing, and followed her gaze.

Ye Zhenzhen opened the refrigerator and found it was quite well-stocked. Beef, pork, eggs, vegetables, and fruits were neatly arranged in different compartments, indicating that her aunt shopped regularly.

"Boss, what kind of food do you like to eat?" She turned around from the refrigerator.

Zhou Huaijin leaned back on the sofa, his voice languid: "You decide what to do."

Ye Zhenzhen retreated to the kitchen, tied on an apron, and began to get busy.

She took the beef out of the refrigerator, cut it into small pieces, blanched it in cold water to remove the blood and foam, then drained it. She poured oil into a pot, stir-fried the beef until the surface was slightly browned, then added seasonings and water, and put it directly into a pressure cooker to stew.

On the other hand, rinse the rice, put it in the rice cooker, and press the cook button.

Then I cut some more pork belly, preparing to make twice-cooked pork.

I grabbed a few more chilies, chopped some lean meat, and made a quick and delicious stir-fried pork with chilies!

The once clean stove was now a complete mess, but she didn't bother to clean it up because she was too busy to do so.

With three meat dishes ready, she felt she needed a vegetarian one as well.

Then I took out a bunch of water spinach from the bag, washed it, and chopped it into sections.

A balanced diet of meat and vegetables is the most satisfying.

Zhou Huaijin sat in the living room, listening to the clanging and banging sounds coming from the kitchen.

A fragrant aroma wafted from the kitchen, a blend of the sweet scent of rice, the savory aroma of stewed meat, and the spicy aroma of chili and garlic. The aromas intertwined and filled the entire living room.

As he smelled the aroma, he suddenly felt a little hungry.

"Boss, dinner's ready!" Ye Zhenzhen's voice came from the kitchen, carrying a sense of triumphant joy.

She brought out the dishes one by one and placed them on the table. She also served two bowls of rice.

She picked up a large spoonful of stir-fried pork with chili peppers and put it in Zhou Huaijin's bowl, then picked up a spoonful for herself: "Boss, please try some."

Zhou Huaijin took a bite, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"Is it delicious?" Ye Zhenzhen's eyes sparkled.

"Hmm," he paused, "it's alright."

Ye Zhenzhen smiled secretly to herself. "Not bad" is actually quite good. This was a conclusion she had drawn from countless experiences of being scolded.

"When I was little, I watched my mom cook, and after watching her a lot, I learned how. After graduation, to save money, I often cooked for myself after get off work, and I gradually got the hang of it."

She used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of stewed beef for him, and then a piece of twice-cooked pork.

"This rice is so fragrant, please try it."

Then he picked up another piece of water spinach with his chopsticks.

"You should also eat green vegetables to supplement vitamins A, B, C, D, and E."

Soon, the food in Zhou Huaijin's bowl was piled up like a small mountain.

Ye Zhenzhen looked up at him, her face full of curiosity: "Boss, can you cook?"

"No," Zhou Huaijin answered decisively.

Ye Zhenzhen secretly chuckled to herself. Oh, the boss can't cook, but she can. Rounding it off, the boss isn't as good as her.

He's easily swayed by others' generosity. Once he's full and in a better mood, he won't be angry anymore.

She was calculating her plans meticulously.

Zhou Huaijin looked at her face, which couldn't hide anything, and saw right through her little thoughts.

However, the meal was indeed quite good.

However, now that the main course is finished, it's time for "dessert".

He's been holding back for ages.

He put down his chopsticks, pushed away his bowl, stood up, and walked to the sofa to sit down.

His gaze fell on her face, his voice was not loud, but that unyielding tone was back.

"Ye Zhenzhen, come here."

Ye Zhenzhen slowly moved over. She sat down next to him, but before she was even properly seated, a hand landed on her waist.

The next second, she was lifted up and landed steadily on his lap.

The position was so suggestive that it made her blush all the way to the roots of her neck.

Zhou Huaijin put his arm around her waist, and smelled that familiar sweet scent again.

Ye Zhenzhen half-heartedly supported him, keeping her head down and not daring to look him in the eye.

"Boss... the dishes... haven't been washed yet..."

His voice was low and hoarse: "Leave it for Auntie."

"No...no, that won't work, it'll breed bacteria..."

Her voice trailed off as his fingers touched her ribs, "I...I'll go brush it, it'll be quick..."

She slid down, practically fleeing into the kitchen.

Standing in front of the sink, I washed the dishes again, even though they had already been washed once.

I washed the dishes, wiped the bar, cleaned the stove, cleared the vegetable scraps from the cutting board, tied the garbage bag, and replaced it with a new one. Having done everything I could, and finding no other excuse, I finally dawdled out of the kitchen.

As soon as he stepped outside, he met Zhou Huaijin's gaze.

He leaned back on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, his arms outstretched and resting on the backrest. His posture was languid, but his gaze seemed to suggest he had been waiting for a long time and was now impatient.

"Um, I... I'm going to take a shower first." Ye Zhenzhen said, and then went into the bathroom.

I lingered in the bathroom for half an hour before finally coming out wrapped in a bathrobe.

The bathrobe was white, with a loose bow tied at the waist, and the neckline was slightly open, revealing a section of the collarbone.

Her skin was flushed a light pink from the steaming hot water, and her half-dry hair was draped over her shoulders.

Hearing the noise, he looked up, his gaze traveling down her face.

That look in his eyes could practically devour her.

Ye Zhenzhen felt uneasy under his gaze and quickly took a step to the side, distancing herself from him. Her voice held a desperate strain: "Leader, I... I'll watch the news channel for a bit. I need to study every day, raise my awareness, and pay attention to current affairs. It was your instruction at the last conference..."

She picked up the remote and quickly switched to the Binzhou News Channel.

On the television, a man in a dark suit and tie, with a serious expression, is speaking in a conference room. His voice is deep and clear.

Ye Zhenzhen stared at the TV screen, pretending to be a hardworking and ambitious employee.

suddenly--

"ah--"

She was pulled towards him by a force and fell into his arms.

"Boss, I...I still need to study..." She struggled to get up, but she couldn't escape his grasp.

"Study."