The pushover offended a top-tier boss

After finishing his meal, Zhou Huaijin went to his study.

The aunt came out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of cooked soup.

"Miss Ye, I've cleaned the kitchen thoroughly. The soup I made is kept warm; just pour it out when you want to drink it. I'll cook again tomorrow."

"Thank you, Auntie." Ye Zhenzhen took the soup bowl and took a sip.

It tastes sweet, much better than Chinese medicine.

She drank half a bowl in one go, and her whole body felt warm from her stomach to her limbs.

During menstruation, it's safe, and I can take time off work.

I had a delicious meal today, and I'm in an incredibly good mood.

She secretly glanced in the direction of the study.

He got up, ladled out a bowl of soup, and brought it over.

Zhou Huaijin sat behind his desk, several documents spread out in front of him, and a fountain pen in his hand, writing annotations on them.

"Boss, this is soup that Auntie made." Ye Zhenzhen placed the bowl of soup beside him, carefully avoiding the documents. "I checked on my phone, it's suitable for both men and women, and it's good for replenishing qi and blood."

Zhou Huaijin glanced down at the soup, picked it up, and took a sip.

His brow furrowed slightly.

"Sweet," he said, his tone carrying a hint of disdain, as if he wasn't used to it.

"Yes, it contains brown sugar and red dates," Ye Zhenzhen explained. "Brown sugar replenishes blood, and red dates nourish the complexion. You work so hard every day, you should take care of yourself."

Zhou Huaijin didn't reply, took another sip, and put the bowl down.

"Are you still busy?" Ye Zhenzhen peeked at the documents on the table, which were covered with dense text.

"Um."

He pulled a piece of paper from the pile of documents and handed it to me.

"Write an appointment letter. The new leadership team of Nanjing County consists of these people."

Ye Zhenzhen took the paper; it had a handwritten name on it. The handwriting was strong and powerful, with sharp strokes.

Her gaze fell on the first name—Yang Guanyu.

"Yang Guanyu?" Her voice carried a hint of surprise and uncertainty.

Zhou Huaijin glanced at her.

"There was a really amazing senior at our school, I think he also had this name." Ye Zhenzhen stared at the name, searching her memory. "He got into Tsinghua University back then, he was the top student in Binzhou, and he even appeared on TV."

"Boss, is this Yang Guanyu from Nanjing? Could he really be our senior from university?"

Zhou Huaijin looked into those expectant eyes, and his brow twitched slightly.

"He'll give a work report tomorrow; you'll see when you meet him."

Ye Zhenzhen, however, started talking about her senior: "He was incredibly inspiring. He grew up with his disabled grandfather, and his family was very poor. I heard that he relied on the school's poverty allowance and scholarships to get through all three years of high school. But his grades were always consistently in the top three in the city. He was really amazing."

Zhou Huaijin leaned back in his chair, watching her proud expression.

"I was only in my third year of junior high school at the time, and my mom would use his story to motivate me every day—'Look at Yang Guanyu, his family was so poor but he still got into Tsinghua University, what reason do you have not to study hard?'" Ye Zhenzhen imitated her mother's tone, exaggerating her words.

"If it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't have even been able to get into the county's top high school."

"Later, when I went to high school, the principal would bring him up every year at the opening ceremony. He was an idol to all of us."

She kept talking.

Zhou Huaijin frowned even more deeply.

Idol? He's just a town mayor, why is she so obsessed with him?

Seeing that Zhou Huaijin's expression wasn't good, Ye Zhenzhen thought she had disturbed his work, so she wisely kept quiet.

"Boss, I'll write the appointment letter when I get to work tomorrow."

She's off work now and doesn't want to work overtime.

"You go ahead with your work, I'm going upstairs now. Call me if you need anything."

She turned and walked towards the door.

Zhou Huaijin watched the hopping figure from behind and, thinking that she wasn't feeling well, didn't say anything.

Ye Zhenzhen ran up to the second floor and pushed open the door to the guest room.

What a big bed.

She leaped forward and landed on the bed, rolling around comfortably.

After scrolling through her phone for a while, she saw Chen Zheng inviting her to play games together.

The two teamed up and started using voice chat, getting more and more hooked as they played.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye while we played.

After finishing the last document in his study, Zhou Huaijin rubbed his temples, and the study fell silent.

He came out of his study and heard a commotion coming from upstairs.

"Hey, don't steal my blue buff! Ahhh, my blue buff—!" Ye Zhenzhen screamed.

"With your 2-8 score, taking the blue buff is a waste. I told you to pick support and stick with me, but you insisted on picking mage. Look at your positioning, even a dog could do better than you," Chen Zheng teased her over the other end.

Ye Zhenzhen's voice trembled with anger: "Who told you not to protect me? All you ever do is jungle! I'll kill your whole family in the jungle!"

"I can't develop properly because you keep stealing my jungle camps."

"I'm developing my character to carry the game; do you think you can carry me?"

The two players are playing against each other via their phones.

Ye Zhenzhen continued, still arguing, "I'm a really good mage now; one ultimate can get me a triple kill!"

She leaned against the headboard, the blanket piled around her waist, her fingers tapping frantically on the screen. Her expression was tense and focused; she was completely immersed in the virtual battlefield, so much so that she didn't even notice the door being pushed open.

"Ahhh! No! I'm going to die again—" she screamed.

"Ye Zhenzhen".

A deep, resonant voice, like a bucket of cold water poured over one's head.

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly looked up, her fingers still tapping randomly on the screen.

Zhou Huaijin stood at the head of the bed, dressed in dark gray loungewear, his brows slightly furrowed, his thin lips pursed, his gaze fixed on her, cold.

"What time is it?"

Ye Zhenzhen glanced at the time in the upper left corner of her phone screen.

10:03.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Zhou Huaijin's face was gloomy.

"Stop playing."

Ye Zhenzhen weakly defended herself, "This...this round isn't over yet..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as Zhou Huaijin's gaze grew increasingly somber.

Hearing the commotion on the other end of the voice call, Chen Zheng remained silent.

"If I go AFK and ruin my teammates' game, I'll get reported..." Ye Zhenzhen whispered, her fingers still trembling as she tapped the skills on the screen.

"hurry up."

Zhou Huaijin didn't leave. She just stood there, watching her screen, waiting.

Just like before, watching her write materials.

Ye Zhenzhen wasn't very skilled at mage to begin with, and now that someone was watching her, she frantically cast spells, her movements were erratic, charging in when she should have been cautious and retreating when she should have attacked.

Finally, the entire team was wiped out. The crystal exploded.

Two large words popped up on the screen: "Failure".

Ye Zhenzhen dejectedly put down her phone. Before she could even mourn her lost love, Zhou Huaijin dragged her out of the soft bed.

"Go downstairs to sleep."

Ye Zhenzhen stood barefoot on the carpet, her hair disheveled, and she tried to struggle: "I'll sleep here, the bed is so big—"

"no."

Zhou Huaijin's tone left no room for negotiation.

Letting her sleep here by herself, she'll probably stay up all night and do something else secretly.

Ignore her, she can fly to the sky.

Ye Zhenzhen hung her head and was forced to follow him downstairs.

We went back downstairs to the master bedroom.

The bed was still as wide as ever, the blankets as soft as ever. But her mood was completely different. Upstairs, she had slept with freedom. This bedroom felt like going to work.

Zhou Huaijin lifted the covers and lay down, turning to his side, closing his eyes, and coldly uttered:

"Go to bed before 10 pm from now on."

Ye Zhenzhen lay beside him, her face filled with disbelief.

10 o'clock?

What kind of elderly person's schedule is this? She's 27 years old, and young people's nightlife is just beginning, yet she has to turn off the lights and go to sleep at 10 pm?

She turned over, facing away from him, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and closed her eyes.

Can't sleep.

Zhou Huaijin's mattress was indeed comfortable. It wasn't the kind that made you sink in, but rather a perfect balance of firmness and softness, supporting your lower back just right. She tossed and turned, feeling it over and over, and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, your mattress is really comfortable. What brand is it? I'll buy one for my new house too."

There was no response from the side.

His breathing was even and long, as if he had fallen asleep.

Ye Zhenzhen tossed and turned a few more times, but she wasn't sleepy at all.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the contours of his profile. His face, always cold and aloof during the day, softened considerably in the moonlight. His eyelashes were long, his nose high, his thin lips slightly pursed, and his brow was not furrowed.

It's not that fierce.

The vibrant green leaves emerge from the edge of the gallbladder.

She quietly reached out and gently touched his nose with her fingertips.

He didn't move.

She grew bolder. Her fingers slid from her nose to her Adam's apple.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

She took a deep breath, her fingers slipping discreetly under the hem of her pajamas, revealing a thin layer of muscle, not exaggerated, but with clearly defined lines.

You can feel the warmth of the skin and the elasticity of the muscles with your fingertips, as well as the slight rise and fall of your breath.

It's actually quite nice to touch, hehe.

Treating yourself to a little treat late at night is not bad.

They were enjoying themselves immensely.

"Ye Zhenzhen".

A deep voice echoed in the darkness.

Ye Zhenzhen's fingers froze, as if she had been frozen in place.

"Oh... Boss, you're not asleep?"

Zhou Huaijin opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.

"What are you doing?"

"This...this is...abs..." Ye Zhenzhen chuckled dryly, "You have a great physique..."

Zhou Huaijin grabbed the mischievous hand, but instead of pushing it away, he continued downwards with it.

"Why aren't you touching me anymore?" His voice was low, with a hint of amusement. "Didn't you love touching me?"

Ye Zhenzhen burned her fingers.

Her face flushed instantly.

"Waaah, boss, it's too late, I should go to sleep—I'm sleepy, I'm really sleepy—" she begged incoherently, trying to pull her hand back, but his hand was gripping her wrist, and she couldn't escape at all.

His hands were getting sore, but he still showed no sign of finishing.

She finally shrank into the blankets and dared not do anything more.

That peculiar smell lingered for a long time.

If you don't court death, you won't die.