The pushover offended a top-tier boss

The joy lasted only a few hours before turning into sorrow.

At lunchtime, Ye Zhenzhen forced herself to eat a few bites despite feeling sleepy. Before she could even swallow the rice, she suddenly felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen.

She frowned, her chopsticks hovering in mid-air.

Zhou Huaijin, sitting opposite her, noticed the change in her expression.

"What's wrong?"

"My stomach feels a little uncomfortable." Ye Zhenzhen put down her chopsticks and unconsciously placed her hand on her lower abdomen.

"Did you eat something bad again?" His brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

Ye Zhenzhen shook her head, her voice lowering, "No... it seems like my period has started."

She still vividly remembered the agonizing pain of her last menstrual cramps. But this time it was better; there wasn't that searing, churning pain, just a dull, aching ache, and her lower back was also sore, making her uncomfortable if she sat for too long.

She went to the bathroom, unzipped her bag, and rummaged through it for a long time.

No sanitary napkins found.

I've been so busy these past few days that I completely forgot about it.

She was looking at her bag with concern when the newcomer, Wei Zixuan, walked in.

The girl's eyes were red, as if she had just been crying. She paused for a moment when she saw Ye Zhenzhen, then quickly wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.

"Sister Zhenzhen..." Her voice was a little hoarse, but she still managed a smile.

"Are you on your period?" Wei Zixuan asked with concern when she saw her clutching her lower abdomen.

"Yes, do you have any sanitary napkins? Could you lend me one?" Ye Zhenzhen asked for help.

"Yes, wait here, I'll go get it." Wei Zixuan said and ran out, then quickly ran back with two sanitary napkins in her hand, which she stuffed into Ye Zhenzhen's hand.

"Thank you, thank you!" Ye Zhenzhen accepted it, feeling as if she had grasped a lifeline.

Thankfully, she didn't get any on her underwear. She tidied herself up and washed her hands.

When Zhou Huaijin saw her come out, he looked up and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Ye Zhenzhen looked around. People occasionally passed by in the corridor. She lowered her voice and said, "It doesn't hurt as much anymore. The traditional Chinese medicine is really effective."

She thought about it and realized that the time interval this time was exactly one month, which was quite regular.

She recalled that just a month ago, she and he were merely a leader and a disappointing subordinate.

Now, however, he has developed this ambiguous relationship with his boss.

Ye Zhenzhen felt that what had happened in the past month was more exciting than the past 20 years.

Zhou Huaijin looked at her tired, pale face and frowned slightly.

"Go and rest in the lounge."

Ye Zhenzhen was taken aback: "Huh? Boss, what about you?"

"I have official business to attend to." He had already stood up and picked up his coat from the back of the chair.

"Oh well."

Ye Zhenzhen was really tired. She had been up until the early hours of the morning last night and had to get up early for work this morning. If she didn't take a nap at noon, she felt like she was going to die on the spot this afternoon.

Having a bed was a lifesaver for her.

She slipped into the lounge and closed the door.

The room wasn't big; a single bed stood against the wall, its dark gray sheets neatly made. His scent lingered in the blankets.

As Ye Zhenzhen lay down, the blanket was pulled up, and she was enveloped by that aura.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.

Afternoon naps are so comfortable.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Chen Xuefei, wearing high heels and carrying a folder, went up from the seventh floor to the eighth floor.

Her makeup was exquisite, and her hair was pulled back. She wore a smoky gray suit jacket over a white silk shirt, and a pair of lustrous pearl earrings. She looked capable and elegant.

She came to report to her supervisor.

Actually, it's nothing serious. The new girl, Wei Zixuan, made a mistake this morning, mixing up the receiving agencies for two announcements. It's a minor error; it can be handled according to regulations, and there's no need to involve the top leader.

But she felt she should still come and report.

Firstly, that Xiao Wei has been showing off in front of the leaders recently, so it's time to suppress him. Secondly... I haven't found a suitable opportunity to show my face in front of the leaders these past few days, so I deliberately wore very light makeup today, but it was all subtly nude makeup.

She knows men well; most of them don't like women wearing heavy makeup. But many straight men can't tell whether a woman is wearing makeup or not; they mostly judge by lip color and eyeshadow.

Although Chen Xuefei is 30 years old, she is extremely well-maintained, with flawless skin and a curvaceous figure. She is confident that she is more competitive than young women in their early twenties. Her high position, high emotional intelligence, and stunning beauty are her assets.

Her family has some connections; her father is the branch manager of a bank in Binzhou, and her mother is a doctor at a top-tier hospital. She can definitely play her cards right and move up a social class.

She walked to the door of the secretary's office, but the door was closed.

I raised my hand and knocked on the door. No one answered.

She knocked twice more, but still no one answered.

not there?

She hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the door.

The office was empty, the files on the desk were neatly stacked, and the chair was pushed under the desk. Everything was just as the owner had left it, neat and meticulous.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, she suddenly caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye.

The door to the lounge was ajar. A crack less than ten centimeters wide revealed light filtering through.

Chen Xuefei paused for a moment.

Is the boss resting? But it's already past two o'clock. The boss is always meticulous, and she has never seen him oversleep.

She hesitated for a second, then walked over and gently pushed open the door.

Immediately afterwards, he froze at the doorway.

Ye Zhenzhen was sleeping on that single bed.

He was fast asleep, the blanket pulled up to his chin, his hair spread out on the pillow, and a faint smile, as if he were having a sweet dream, still lingered on the corner of his mouth.

Chen Xuefei's expression changed instantly.

"Ye Zhenzhen!"

Chen Xuefei's voice was icy, impossible to suppress.

Ye Zhenzhen was jolted awake from her sweet dream, her eyes snapping open, her heart pounding. She saw Chen Xuefei standing by the bed, her face ashen, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

"Director Chen... Director Chen..." she hurriedly sat up.

"Ye Zhenzhen, how could you use the leadership's lounge?" Chen Xuefei questioned her sharply. "Who trained you? How can you be so ignorant of etiquette? Is this the kind of work attitude you seconded personnel have?"

Chen Xuefei simply couldn't take it anymore.

So what if Ye Zhenzhen has Chen Zheng as her backer? What kind of family does Chen Zheng come from, and what kind of family does she come from? Why would anyone want someone like her? Have you been reading too many Cinderella fairy tales?

Besides, this is the boss's lounge. The boss is a germaphobe and hates it when others touch his things. Last time, I ironed his clothes myself, and he was visibly displeased and specifically warned me not to touch them again.

Now Ye Zhenzhen is doing something else, she's gone straight to sleeping in the boss's bed.

"I'm sorry, I—" Ye Zhenzhen's face flushed red as she frantically threw off the covers and searched for her shoes. "I'll be right there..."

"What's wrong?"

A deep voice came from behind, unhurried and slow.