The pushover offended a top-tier boss

A scream was swallowed up before it could even escape her lips. She collapsed onto the soft bed, the blankets still carrying his scent and the warmth of his body. That familiar scent surged in from all directions, enveloping her completely.

In the moonlight, those eyes looked like two clusters of dark fire, staring straight at her.

"Ye Zhenzhen".

His voice was deep, slightly hoarse, and carried a chilling, ambiguous, almost mocking quality.

What should be done if someone breaks into another person's bedroom in the middle of the night?

Ye Zhenzhen's mind went blank at that moment. She was still clutching her pajamas, and the bath towel had loosened considerably in the tug she had just pulled.

"I...I just came to get my pajamas..." She avoided his eyes, feeling guilty as if she had been caught red-handed.

His fingers were already tentatively exploring the edge of the bath towel.

"Look, are you here to get your pajamas?"

Zhou Huaijin's voice was low, with a hint of dangerous laughter.

He wasn't asleep at all.

While she was showering, the faint sound of water emanating from the bathroom never stopped. He lay in the darkness, eyes closed, already feeling somewhat aroused.

He took a deep breath, turned over, and suppressed the jumbled thoughts.

She had just arrived, and he was already in a hurry to pull her to bed. Who knows what she was thinking about him, as if he had brought her here just to sleep with her.

I thought I'd let her off the hook for tonight.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep.

Then he heard the door being gently pushed open, and a sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils, subtly teasing him in the darkness.

The light from the hallway seeped in through the crack in the door. Clutching a bath towel in one hand, she crouched down and stealthily moved toward the wardrobe.

He leaned against the pillow, squinting at a petty thief.

Hmph, I let her go, and she comes to provoke me.

Why didn't you just grab your pajamas and leave? What were you peeking at? You think you can just walk away after looking?

Think beautifully.

"Boss... I really just wanted to change out of my pajamas..." Ye Zhenzhen's voice was trembling with tears, urgent and flustered.

His fingers moved with varying pressure, each touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Hmm, let's change it." His voice was lazy, with a teasing and playful tone.

The moonlight gaze fell on her face, neither cold nor warm, yet it made her feel a fire burning from the very marrow of her bones.

Ye Zhenzhen is no longer able to continue.

"Not changing it?" His voice was low, with a slight upward inflection at the end.

He looked at her flustered and embarrassed face, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.

"Ye Zhenzhen, do you need help?"

The words fell.

The bath towel was scattered.

Ye Zhenzhen closed her eyes, buried her face in the pillow, and her ears were as red as if they were on fire.

She wondered, why is it happening again?

Every single time. Every time she thought she could escape unscathed, she ended up being completely taken advantage of.

The pajamas were repeatedly put on and taken off, and in the end, no one knows where they were thrown under the bed.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the entwined arms.

Later, she no longer had the energy to think about "going back upstairs to sleep".

In her hazy state, she felt herself being wrapped in a blanket, with a warm chest behind her.

She smelled the woody scent; it was very close and warm.

Ye Zhenzhen closed her eyes and cursed herself in her heart.

That's really pathetic.

-

Ye Zhenzhen stayed up all night.

To be precise, I was kept up until two or three in the morning before I could finally close my eyes.

So, unsurprisingly, she overslept the next day.

She woke up groggily from the noise and realized that Zhou Huaijin was about to leave.

He had already changed into his outdoor clothes. He wore a dark gray executive jacket over a white shirt, the collar buttoned up tightly, and looked impeccably dressed, completely different from the man who had whispered and chuckled in her ear last night.

Lin Rui stood in the entryway, briefcase in hand, waiting. Seeing Ye Zhenzhen come out, he politely nodded, "Good morning, Teacher Ye."

"Good morning, Secretary Lin..." Ye Zhenzhen awkwardly tugged at the collar of her pajamas and moved a few steps toward Zhou Huaijin.

She bit her lip, her voice still hoarse from just waking up: "Boss, I'd like to ask for a few days off to go look at houses."

"Okay." Zhou Huaijin nodded, then added, "Have Chen Zheng go with you."

Ye Zhenzhen opened her mouth, wanting to say, "It's just renting a place, there's no need to trouble others." But then she thought, Chen Zheng is such a lazy person, he spends all day slacking off in the office, taking him out for some fresh air wouldn't be a waste of his work.

Besides, with him around, tall and imposing, he's intimidating, and I won't be scammed by unscrupulous agents.

"Okay." She nodded obediently.

However, the two mediocre people, after meeting, did not go to see the house.

Ye Zhenzhen exclaimed excitedly, "There's a really delicious pan-fried dumpling place nearby! And luckily, there's no queue right now!"

Chen Zheng's eyes lit up: "Then what are we waiting for?!"

The two turned into a small alley, and Ye Zhenzhen found the small shop with ease.

The shop is small, with four or five tables, yellowed menus on the walls, and the air is filled with the aroma of oil and the sour smell of vinegar.

"Boss, one pork and one shrimp, please!"

He glanced at the people around him, then quickly changed his tune.

"Four portions of fresh pork, four portions of shrimp..."

The pan-fried buns were served with a golden-brown, crispy bottom, sprinkled with black sesame seeds and chopped green onions. One bite and the broth burst in your mouth, so delicious it's almost unbelievable.

Chen Zheng stuffed one into his mouth: "Not bad, Sister Ye, you're a regular eater."

"That's right." Ye Zhenzhen raised her eyebrows smugly, her chopsticks still moving.

After the two of them had a hearty meal, they began their house-hunting journey.

Chen Zheng sent her several property links, saying as he drove, "These were recommended by someone else. Take a look, they're all new developments."

Ye Zhenzhen clicked on the link and saw that it was full of high-end new houses in the three districts of the city center. They were called "high-rise apartments", "CBD core location" and "overlooking the entire city", and the monthly rent for a one-bedroom apartment was five or six thousand yuan or more.

"These are too expensive." She shook her head as she looked at them. "The rent is almost as much as my salary."

Chen Zheng glanced at her sideways: "Rent?"

"Big brother means buy."

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned.

"purchase?"

"Yeah, that's right," Chen Zheng said matter-of-factly. "I'll help you buy a house, that's what I said."

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned.

She did have that card, with over seven million yuan left, and had considered buying a house. But she was looking for something under two million yuan, a small two-bedroom apartment near the outer ring road, with a one-hour commute. Enough for her to live in, and she'd feel at ease saving the rest.

But now Chen Zheng is pushing these things—each worth tens of millions—how could she dare to even think about them?

"None of these outfits are suitable," she said firmly, handing her phone to Chen Zheng. "Let me look at some others."

The two of them wandered around all morning.

Finally, she settled on a house in one of the six districts outside the city.

A 90-square-meter apartment with two bedrooms and one living room, priced at 2.15 million yuan. The complex is newly built, the environment is decent, there are supermarkets and wet markets nearby, and it's a 15-minute walk to the subway station.

"This one will do." Ye Zhenzhen stood on the balcony of the model apartment, looking at the unfinished park across the street, and thought it was pretty good.

After buying this, she'll still have over five million left, enough for her to live comfortably for a while. Having money in hand gives her peace of mind.

Chen Zheng stood behind her, frowning as he looked around at the "park"—which was actually just an undeveloped wasteland overgrown with weeds and piled with construction waste.

"No? Sis, which village did you pick?" He plopped down on the sofa in the show flat; the cushions were as hard as bricks. "Why didn't you just go back to your hometown of Nanjing and buy one?"

"This is so far, you two are practically in a long-distance relationship."

He thought, if Ye Zhenzhen lived here, his older brother would have to drive back and forth for two hours. Would he still be able to get any real work done?