The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Chinese New Year is just two days away.

Every household became lively. Firecrackers went off from morning till night, and red decorations were hung everywhere in and around the streets.

Early in the morning, Dad climbed the ladder and hung the red lantern at the door.

Her mother, however, held her hand, looking quite mysterious.

"Zhenzhen, your aunt heard you broke up with your boyfriend and wants to introduce you to someone."

"Their colleague's son returned from studying abroad and now works at a bank in Binzhou, a very secure job. He's doing really well; both his parents work in the public sector."

"Mom, I don't want to go." She refused instinctively.

"People say the best way to forget a breakup is to start a new relationship. There's no harm in you going to see someone new," Ye's mother said earnestly, trying to persuade her.

Ye Zhenzhen wanted to say, "I've long forgotten," and besides, new ones have appeared...

"Oh, let's go meet him. If it doesn't work out, we can still make friends. We both work in Binzhou, so it's a good connection."

Ye's mother continued to persuade her.

"The other parent works at the same place as your aunt, and it was your aunt who meant well."

Ye Zhenzhen understood that this was also a matter of social interaction.

She could only sigh and say, "Fine, fine, just one meeting."

Ye's mother urged her to change her clothes: "Wear your new coat and put on some makeup, don't let people think you're sloppy."

Ye Zhenzhen yawned, slowly changed into the beige cashmere coat, put on light makeup in front of the mirror, smoothed her newly permed hair, picked up her bag, and went out.

The location was a coffee shop in the county. The decor was nice, and the prices were comparable to those in the city. Most of the customers were young people who came to take photos and check in.

When Ye Zhenzhen pushed open the door, a boy wearing a dark blue down jacket stood up and smiled at her.

He has the typical look of a science and engineering student: black-rimmed glasses, short hair, and a slightly oily face.

"Hello, I'm Li Ming." He extended his hand and shook it. "You're even more handsome than in the photos."

Ye Zhenzhen smiled politely, sat down opposite him, and ordered a latte.

"My dad is the director of the county traffic management bureau, and my mom is the vice principal of the No. 1 Middle School." Li Mingduan got straight to the point, his tone full of arrogance. "Actually, they think that families like ours, with high-ranking officials, should marry someone of equal social standing. But I don't care about that. I value the resonance of souls more."

Ye Zhenzhen silently rolled her eyes in her mind.

High-ranking officials? Among the batch that was recently removed from office, your dad didn't even qualify to be invited for tea.

Ha, I even wrote the report.

"Actually, those two years studying in Europe were the happiest time of my life." Li Ming adjusted his glasses and began to recount his study abroad experience. "The air there was so free, and the cultural heritage was so rich. Every weekend I would go to museums—the Louvre, the British Museum, the Uffizi—"

Ye Zhenzhen held her coffee cup and nodded with a smile.

I think I understand now. He probably failed the postgraduate entrance exam in China and ended up getting a fake master's degree abroad.

At this time, Zhou Huaijin had just finished visiting several villages in Nanjing County.

He glanced at his phone; it contained numerous New Year's greetings text messages.

The phone is working normally; I can receive text messages and calls without any problems.

Very good, Ye Zhenzhen.

They've been gone for three days, and there's been no news of them.

Why do I miss him? That's why I miss him.

With a stern face, he dialed her number.

The bespectacled man continued to tirelessly recount his wonderful study experience abroad.

Ye Zhenzhen really wanted to go home for lunch. Her mother said she would stew pork ribs for lunch.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, her phone suddenly vibrated.

She looked down and saw those three words.

I almost jumped out of my chair:

"I have to go now, bye-bye."

She covered her phone and ran out quickly.

I took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"Hello, leader," she said in a high-pitched voice.

"What are you doing?" The voice on the other end of the phone was deep and tinged with impatience.

"Yeah, I'm reading at home." Ye Zhenzhen glanced at the coffee shop sign, took a few steps away from it, and said, "I was just about to call you. What a coincidence, isn't it?"

"Why didn't you call a few days ago?" he scoffed.

"I was afraid of bothering you the other day." Her voice was even sweeter. "Actually, I think about you every day. Chen Zheng said you went to the countryside, and it must be very hard for you."

Zhou Huaijin gave a silent hum on the other end of the phone.

"You really miss me?" His voice carried a hint of distrust.

There was also a subtle, barely perceptible sense of satisfaction from being pleased.

"Mmm." Ye Zhenzhen nodded vigorously.

"Come here." Two words came from the other end of the phone.

Immediately afterwards, she received an address.

The Nanjiang County Government Guesthouse. It's the same place she stayed last time.

No, why is he in his hometown? It's almost Chinese New Year, why isn't he back in Beijing yet?

Ye Zhenzhen was completely dumbfounded.

She gritted her teeth, resigned herself to her fate, hailed a taxi, and headed towards the guesthouse.

She knocked on the door, and Zhou Huaijin stood there, dressed in simple black pants and a white shirt.

His gaze fell on her, scanning her carefully from head to toe.

My hair was permed and dyed. My nails were done and decorated with rhinestones. I wore makeup.

Sure, Ye Zhenzhen.

He's been having a good time these past few days, no wonder I haven't contacted him.

He suppressed his rising anger:

"You've been reading at home?"

"Mmm." Ye Zhenzhen nodded sincerely.

"Do you need to put on makeup to read?" His gaze fell on her face, his brows furrowing slightly.

I've never seen her dress up so beautifully before when I met him.

She always goes out with a bare face and her hair casually tied up, looking like a student who hasn't entered the workforce yet.

You're all dressed up so elegantly today, like you're going on a blind date.

Ye Zhenzhen felt guilty, but her mind worked faster than usual, and she almost reflexively replied, "I put on makeup so I could see you."

"It's done so quickly?" he asked again.

"Yes, girls are quick at putting on makeup." Ye Zhenzhen smiled naturally, but her palms were already sweating.

Zhou Huaijin didn't understand girls' makeup, so she didn't ask any further questions.

Looking at her smiling face, he felt the anger that had been building up for days urgently needing to be extinguished.

He pulled her into the house, and the door closed behind him with a soft sound, but Ye Zhenzhen felt that the "click" sound was like some kind of countdown.

She screamed "Ah!" but there was nowhere to escape.

What? Who chases someone to their doorstep and sleeps with them?

But this man was insatiable, demanding more and more, relentlessly asking her:

"Will you think about it every day from now on?"

"Yes...yes..."

"What do you think?"

"Yes, yes, I'll send you WeChat messages every day..." Ye Zhenzhen promised, crying.

He had been having a great time for three days, but he got too cocky and soon he was going to suffer the consequences.

She was tormented for the entire morning.

To indulge in lewdness in broad daylight is utterly depraved and insane!

There were WeChat messages from her parents on her phone, asking when she would be home for dinner and whether she was going on a date with her blind date. Ye Zhenzhen lay on the bed and quietly replied to her mother with a WeChat message: "Lin Zhi is back. I'm having dinner with her, so I won't be home for dinner."

After sending the message, I tossed my phone aside and buried my face in the pillow.

It's past one o'clock. She really knows how to keep herself busy.

"Going home?" He leaned against the headboard, his voice lazy and hoarse with a sense of satisfaction.

"No, no, no," Ye Zhenzhen shook her head vigorously, "I'll take you to eat."

She didn't want to bring him home again and hear her parents calling him "Master Qingtang" all the time.

She felt embarrassed every time she thought about that scene.