The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Chapter 48 Old Deng

His voice was low and husky, with a smile that made people blush.

"Focus."

"Waaaaah."

Ye Zhenzhen surrendered immediately, unable to struggle at all.

The news was still playing, and that serious male voice echoed in the living room.

"...We must adhere to the people-centered development philosophy, deepen reforms in Binzhou, encourage innovation and entrepreneurship, and develop projects that improve people's livelihoods..."

On television, he appears serious and of high moral character.

He was whispering in her ear from outside the television, saying things that made her want to bury her face in the sofa cushions.

"What did you learn?" he asked softly.

Those deliberately mischievous eyes made it impossible for her to speak properly.

"Secretary Zhou Huaijin emphasized the need for depth..."

"Deeper?"

"It's about deepening... reforms..."

"and then?"

"Waaah, I forgot..."

"So inattentive to your studies?" His voice held a hint of amusement, malicious and deliberate. "Shouldn't you be punished?"

Ye Zhenzhen really regretted it.

Why did she watch TV? She brought this on herself, she dug her own grave, she's courting death.

Why cook for him? If he's well-fed, he'll have even more strength!

An old man, serious in public, but wildly passionate in private.

She nestled softly in his arms like a kneaded dough ball, her head resting against his chest. His hand gently stroked her back.

"From now on, stay with me obediently and don't get any funny ideas."

His voice was low, with a languid and hoarse quality, as if he had just finished eating.

"Mmm... Waaah..."

She didn't even have the strength to nod, so she buried her face in the crook of his neck and gave a muffled reply.

She was no longer a fool who acted on impulse. Those little tricks were nothing but child's play in his eyes.

In the end, they are all destined to be completely devoured, leaving not even a trace.

She was thinking in a daze, her consciousness gradually sinking away.

When I woke up the next day, the bedside was still empty.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, warm and inviting. Ye Zhenzhen turned over and buried her face in the pillow beside her. The pillow carried his scent—a woody fragrance mixed with a hint of crisp, clean aroma.

She hugged the pillow and lingered in bed for a while before slowly sitting up.

Her body ached terribly, every muscle reminding her of what she had gone through yesterday.

She grinned, picked up her clothes, and put them on.

She swayed unsteadily to the bedroom door and opened it.

The living room was bathed in sunlight.

Then she froze.

But! Oh my god, why is Secretary Lin here?

Hearing the noise, Secretary Lin looked up, nodded slightly, and spoke politely and naturally:

Good morning, Teacher Ye.

Ye Zhenzhen replied awkwardly:

"Ah, Secretary Hayashi..."

The second time I was caught coming out of the boss's room.

This completely solidified the fact that he had taken the position.

Ye Zhenzhen, your image is completely ruined.

She hurriedly straightened her buttons, afraid that someone would see any marks on them again.

Secretary Lin naturally looked away.

"Teacher Ye, I brought some breakfast. Is it to your liking?"

"We have xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), steamed dumplings, porridge, and soy milk. Please take your pick."

"The boss prefers Chinese-style breakfasts."

Just as Ye Zhenzhen was about to say something, a voice came from behind her.

"Come and eat."

Zhou Huaijin walked out of the study, wearing a dark gray loungewear shirt. His hair was not combed neatly as usual, with a few strands hanging down in front of his forehead, making him look less distant and more casual at home.

"I...I'm not hungry..." she whispered.

Actually, she was still sleepy. She had been up until the early hours of the morning yesterday, and she was exhausted and sleepy.

"You can't skip breakfast." Zhou Huaijin had already sat down at the table, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and spoke in a tone that left no room for argument.

"Okay." She walked over hesitantly and sat down opposite him.

Secretary Lin had already set out breakfast, neatly arranged on the table. He even thoughtfully placed a bowl of brown sugar millet porridge in front of Ye Zhenzhen, with a small spoon beside it.

Ye Zhenzhen lowered her head and took a sip of the porridge. It was warm and sweet, and the warmth slid from her throat to her stomach.

She yawned, her eyelids still feeling heavy.

Suddenly jolted awake, I abruptly looked up: "Oh no, I'm going to be late!"

Zhou Huaijin glanced at her, his brows furrowing slightly.

Secretary Lin spoke up gently from the side, "Teacher Ye, today is Saturday."

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned.

"Oh... Saturday..." she breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Huaijin glanced at her again.

"Go back to sleep."

He stood up and picked up the executive jacket from the hanger.

"Don't wander off, I'll be back for lunch."

"Oh," Ye Zhenzhen replied listlessly, her head resting on the table.

What do you mean? You want her to cook lunch? You're treating her like a chef?

Before she could retort, he had already put on his coat and left with Secretary Lin. The door closed softly, and the living room fell silent.

Ye Zhenzhen lay on the table, staring blankly at the bowl of unfinished brown sugar millet porridge in front of her for a long time.

Is she being kept by a sugar daddy?

But in novels, isn't it always the case that when you wake up the next day, there's a check on the bedside table? Why didn't he just throw millions at her?

She checked her phone and found that the WeChat transfer record was still the one where she had transferred 500 yuan to him, which he hadn't claimed.

This plot doesn't make sense.

She was so sleepy that she didn't want to think anymore. She staggered back to her bedroom, buried herself in the covers, wrapped herself in the blankets that still held his scent, and quickly fell asleep again.

When I woke up, it was already ten o'clock.

She took out her phone and found that Secretary Lin had sent her three messages.

[Teacher Ye, the leader doesn't eat ginger. Mild spice is acceptable, but not too spicy. Beef and fish are preferred, and vegetables should be included in every meal.]

Additionally, all ingredients should ideally be organic.

Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Ye.

Ye Zhenzhen laughed in exasperation.

He won't eat this or that, but yesterday he seemed to really enjoy the stir-fried pork with chili peppers!

Is there still a chance?

I also have to pay for organic ingredients for him and cook for him myself.

Why should I?!

She made a very strong decision: No way!

Then I opened three food delivery apps, spent ages collecting coupons, and finally placed my order after carefully calculating the minimum spend. The beef was on sale, twelve yuan cheaper than the original price; the sea bass was today's recommendation, with a 15% discount; and the tomatoes and eggs were a steal at just one cent.

This still cost her over fifty.

Heartache.

Luckily, there were still some other dishes in the refrigerator.

A short while later, the doorbell rang.

She opened the door, and a young man in a dark uniform and white gloves stood outside, carrying a shopping bag, with a polite and courteous smile.

"Hello, this is the property manager. This is your takeout."

Ye Zhenzhen was amazed; she hadn't realized that in upscale residential areas, property managers also delivered takeout.

She used to be so grateful that delivery guys would climb the stairs to bring food to her in her old neighborhood.

She tied on an apron and busied herself in the kitchen.

The beef has been cut. Meanwhile, the sea bass has been cleaned, slits made in its body, ginger slices stuffed inside, and placed in a steamer. The rice is cooking; the indicator light on the rice cooker is on, and steam is bubbling away.

While stewing beef and steaming fish, she was picking some green vegetables.

When she bent over to wash the vegetables, her back was still a little sore, and she also had a few faint aches all over her body.

She secretly wondered: Was Zhou Huaijin lying about his age? What kind of man in his thirties is this dangerous?

That stamina is incredible.

It seems being a mistress is hard work.

However, being a mistress is truly miserable.

I've been slept with twice already.

No, if we count the number of times, it would be six or seven!

The old man wouldn't pay a cent, so I had to spend money to serve him.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

She angrily threw the vegetables into the basket:

"Old Deng!"