The pushover offended a top-tier boss

The spatula in Ye Zhenzhen's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

She turned around stiffly.

Zhou Huaijin had returned at some point and was leaning against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, watching her.

He had taken off his jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and revealed half of his forearm.

His face was gloomy.

The meeting this morning ended earlier than expected. Zhou Huaijin rushed home immediately after the meeting, not even letting Lin Rui come with him, and drove home by himself.

When the door opened, the range hood in the kitchen was humming, but the people inside didn't notice.

He changed his shoes, walked through the entryway, turned the corner of the hallway, and stopped at the kitchen door.

The petite woman inside wore a milky-white dress, her hair in a bun, with a few wisps of hair falling beside her ears, revealing a section of her fair and slender nape. She was bending over, carefully picking small green vegetables, breaking them apart one by one, rinsing them clean under the tap, and putting them into a colander.

Despite her small stature, she worked methodically and busily, and the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

He suddenly realized that having a woman in the family was quite nice; no wonder his parents kept urging him to get married.

He suddenly wanted to walk over and hug her from behind.

Just as he was about to put this idea into practice, he heard two heartbreaking words.

Very well, Ye Zhenzhen, she looks timid as a mouse, but she must have cursed him a lot behind his back.

"You...you're back?" Ye Zhenzhen's voice trembled.

"If I didn't come back, how could I hear you calling me?" He walked over, his steps unhurried, head down, his gaze deep. "Old Deng?"

Ye Zhenzhen took a step back and bumped into the kitchen counter.

"I...I didn't mean that..." Her voice was soft and gentle.

"You didn't mean that?" He stared intently into those guilty eyes. "Then what did you mean?"

"It was just... just something I said offhand..." Her voice trailed off.

"Just something you said offhand?" He leaned closer, pinched her chin, and slightly lifted her face. "To me, it sounds like a long-standing grudge."

Ye Zhenzhen was about to cry.

"No...it really isn't..."

Seeing her cowardly and flustered appearance, Zhou Huaijin wanted to bully her even more.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Ye Zhenzhen struggled: "No, the food is still here... It's broad daylight..."

He completely ignored her struggles, reached out and turned off the fire on the stove, lifted the lid of the pot to take a look, and saw that the beef was almost cooked, so he put the lid back on.

"I'll eat my food first."

The old man was awful.

He pressed her against the kitchen counter, confirming her repeatedly:

"Old man what?"

Explain yourself.

Ye Zhenzhen abandoned all sense of shame in order to save her life.

"husband……"

Unexpectedly, those two words elicited an even stronger reaction from him.

She cried again because he bullied her.

He seemed refreshed and took the stewed beef out of the pot, and then served the steamed sea bass.

The bok choy wasn't stir-fried, but since we'd already finished the "appetizer," my mood inexplicably improved when I sat down to eat the main course.

Across from her, Ye Zhenzhen, her eyes red, lowered her head and ate her rice.

She felt like she had died a terrible death.

When other women hook up with rich men, they are given money, houses, and cars, and are kept as wealthy wives, going shopping, getting beauty treatments, and having afternoon tea every day.

She, on the other hand, has to serve him food and drink, and even has to buy groceries herself and pay out of her own pocket!

Unfortunately, this person holds a high position of power, making him someone you can't afford to offend, scold, or avoid.

If anything slightly displeases him, he can ruin himself with a flick of his finger.

She could only eat in frustration, chewing vigorously and venting her anger on the food.

Zhou Huaijin looked at the chubby face opposite her, her lips glistening with sauce. She had her head down, her brows slightly furrowed, giving her an amusing look that said, "I'm angry but I dare not say it."

He couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her chubby cheeks.

My fingers sank into that soft, bouncy flesh.

Ye Zhenzhen was being pinched by him, her mouth pouting into an "O" shape, her eyes wide open, wanting to glare at him but not daring to, her expression both fierce and cowardly, like a cat being held by the scruff of its neck, its claws outstretched but not daring to scratch.

"What...?" Her voice was squeezed out from her pinched mouth, muffled and drawn out.

"Don't whine."

No? Who's being cute?

Which eye of his saw her being coquettish? Getting old really does affect your eyesight. She was clearly angry.

A good-for-nothing breeds a bad temper.

She rubbed her cheek, which had been pinched red, and asked softly, "Boss, can I... go back this afternoon?"

She had cooked the meal and gone to bed. Having done everything she needed to, she felt she could now gracefully retire.

"What's up?" He picked up his water glass and took a sip.

"Um...a friend asked me to go shopping..." she lied.

Staying here is bound to bring trouble. Based on her two previous experiences, she knows that if she stays under the same roof as him, she's sure to suffer.

"What do you want to buy?" He put down his water glass, leaned back in his chair, and looked at her face.

"Just... browsing around."

He glanced at her, said nothing, stood up, walked to the dresser in the entryway, opened the drawer, and took out a black card. The card had a matte finish and a line of small gold lettering along the edge, making it look unlike an ordinary bank card.

He placed the card on the table and pushed it in front of her.

"There should be money in this card. The PIN is xxx. Buy whatever you want."

Ye Zhenzhen stared at the card, her eyes lighting up for a fraction of a second before quickly looking away.

"How many are there?" she asked curiously.

"That should be enough for you."

When Zhou Huaijin entered the room today, she saw that her takeout order was full of discounted dishes.

Is it because they think he didn't pay?

He had a strange feeling that he was being kept instead of being kept; she bought groceries and cooked, and he ate and drank for free.

Ye Zhenzhen's mind raced. The card in her hand felt almost too hot to handle.

She asked again, worriedly, "What if—"

"If you get investigated and disciplined one day, won't you have to return this money?"

Zhou Huaijin paused, his hand holding the water glass still, and frowned. What kind of talk is this!

"Are they going to arrest me again?" she asked, her face filled with worry.

Zhou Huaijin looked at her serious little face and almost laughed in exasperation.

"You'll be the first one we arrest."

How did I end up liking this thing?

Ye Zhenzhen shrank back and gave a dry laugh: "I...I was just hypothesizing, hehe..."

She has another question.

Although he says he's unmarried online, many celebrities are secretly married. What if he has a wife? What if this is marital property, and she spends it, and then his wife wants it back, and in a fit of anger throws acid at her?

Ugh, I don't even want to think about it.

Zhou Huaijin looked at her face, which was contorted with worry.

"Any other questions?"

Ye Zhenzhen bit her lip and mustered her courage.

"Are you married?"

Zhou Huaijin was so angry he laughed.

"Ha," he chuckled briefly from his nose, "It's settled, I have a wife in each of the four cardinal directions."

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Ha, boss, you're so funny."

"Does your ex-wife have one?" she asked again.

"without."

"Fiancée?" she persisted.

In most novels, there is a fiancée who is betrothed to you since childhood and is from a family of equal social standing.

"without."

"Your white moonlight?" she pressed on relentlessly.

Zhou Huaijin frowned: "What's a 'white moonlight'?"

Never mind, he's too old for these internet slang terms.

Ye Zhenzhen finally felt relieved.

At least she didn't become a mistress unknowingly. Although her morals aren't high, she still has this basic bottom line.

"Well, I'll be going now, boss. Bye-bye." She smiled, her eyes crinkling, picked up the card, stood up, and turned to walk towards the door.

I was happy. My steps became lighter.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed.

The next second, she was pulled back by a force and sat sideways on his lap.

Zhou Huaijin wrapped his arms around her waist, not giving her a chance to escape.

"You're leaving already?" he asked, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

Ye Zhenzhen was unable to move.

"Hehe, could you please wash the dishes, boss?" she said with a dry laugh, knowing she wouldn't do it anyway.

He didn't let go.

"That's all?" His voice lowered, and he moved even closer.

Ye Zhenzhen blushed.

She leaned over and quickly kissed the corner of his mouth, a light, fleeting kiss.

He immediately tried to run away.

But Zhou Huaijin didn't give her a chance to escape.

He took the initiative and deepened the kiss.

Ye Zhenzhen was panting, sensing danger.

"No...we can't do it again." She pushed him away in a panic.

Zhou Huaijin didn't actually intend to have any more. With her small frame, if he really let loose and did whatever he wanted, she would cry her eyes out.

She cries every time; she's so spoiled.

She cries when she's kissed too hard, cries when she's hurt, and cries even when she feels good; her tears seem to flow freely.

But he maliciously refused to let go.

"When will that be?" he asked with a deliberately teasing smile.

Ye Zhenzhen's face turned even redder, and she hurriedly said, "In...in a few days..."

"How many days exactly?" His fingers gently caressed her, neither too lightly nor too heavily.

"Three...three days..." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Zhou Huaijin curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

How stupid. You've already sold yourself out.