The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Ye Zhenzhen instinctively hooked her arms around his neck.

"Boss..." she whispered in fright.

His hands gently kneaded her waist, neither too light nor too heavy, through her thin spring dress.

She was so nervous that she even held her breath.

"From now on, just instruct your subordinates to handle Nan Jing's affairs." Zhou Huaijin's voice rang softly in my ear, carrying a burning heat. "You don't need to run over there every day yourself."

Ye Zhenzhen nodded hurriedly, "Mmm."

What I was thinking was, no, I forgot to lock the door...

If someone bumps into you, you're doomed...

Zhou Huaijin looked at her, her neck hunched, her eyes wide open, her whole body tense.

His gaze fell on her face, then down to her lips, which were slightly pursed due to nervousness.

He lowered his head.

Ye Zhenzhen's mind went blank.

"Boss...no..." Her voice was muffled between his lips, indistinct and unclear.

"I didn't lock the door..."

"Who's so blind as to come in without knocking?" Zhou Huaijin's voice was low and husky, his lips pressed against hers, his breath brushing against the corner of her lips.

next second.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Chen Zheng was carrying a thermos lunchbox and spoke in a loud voice:

"Brother, you should eat something—"

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his pupils dilated.

Brother, so you've already started eating...

Ye Zhenzhen sat sideways on Zhou Huaijin's lap, her arms still wrapped around his neck. Her face was flushed red, her lips were slightly swollen, and she was still in a state of shock.

Zhou Huaijin's hand was still on her waist, not letting go. He turned his head, his face dark, and uttered:

"Get out."

"Okay."

Chen Zheng dashed and flashed away at the speed of light.

He ran out a couple of steps, then turned back and closed the office door behind him.

After closing the door, I felt like slapping myself twice.

I had hoped to be quick-witted enough to get my older brother some food.

That's it, everything's ruined.

Ye Zhenzhen was completely stunned by this sudden turn of events.

She hurriedly got off Zhou Huaijin and fled the office.

"I...I'll go out first..."

She was still immersed in the embarrassment and tension of being caught cheating.

Although that blind man had known about his affair with the leader for a long time.

She walked quickly back to her workstation, plopped down, and covered her face with her hands.

My palms were burning hot, and my face was burning hot too.

Another eyewitness looked guilty, yet also excitedly gossiping.

Chen Zheng originally wanted to whisper a few more words in Ye Zhenzhen's ear.

Unfortunately, Wei Zixuan was also in the office. He kept coughing maliciously behind Ye Zhenzhen.

Ye Zhenzhen was so angry she wanted to sew that mouth shut.

Wei Zixuan asked her with a mixture of curiosity and worry:

"Sister Zhenzhen, are you feeling unwell? Your face is so red."

Ye Zhenzhen forced a smile and said:

"Ah, maybe the heating is too hot."

"Why isn't it getting warmer yet? It's already spring..."

Chen Zheng said softly from behind her, "Yes, spring is the season when everything comes back to life."

Ye Zhenzhen glared at him.

Chen Zheng had done something wrong and, fearing assassination after get off work, sneaked out.

Zhou Huaijin was driving, and Ye Zhenzhen was sitting in the passenger seat, her mind replaying the scene from that afternoon.

She clenched her fist and gently punched her knee.

Ashamed.

Although Chen Zheng probably won't tell everyone, he might use this to embarrass her later.

She glared angrily at the culprit. Zhou Huaijin gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. The buttons of his shirt collar were fastened tightly, and the sleeves were rolled up to his forearms. He even picked up his phone to reply to a message while waiting at a red light, tapped the screen a few times, put it down, and continued driving.

His expression was very calm.

It was as if the person who had been so lustful as to pin someone down on his lap and kiss them just now wasn't him at all.

Ye Zhenzhen grew angrier the more she thought about it.

The car turned into Yuyuan, and Zhou Huaijin parked it in the garage, turned off the engine, and unbuckled his seatbelt.

Ye Zhenzhen sat motionless in the passenger seat, clutching her bag, her lips pressed tightly together.

"Get out of the car," he said.

Ye Zhenzhen opened the car door and deliberately slammed it shut as she got out.

She changed her shoes after entering the room, her two little leather shoes were swayed crookedly, one toe inward and the other outward. She ignored it, took two steps straight in, and then suddenly turned around.

"I told you we'd see!" she said, her voice a mix of anger and grievance. "But you wouldn't listen..."

Zhou Huaijin was bending down to change her shoes when she heard this and looked up at her. She was standing under the corridor light, her face as red as a ripe tomato, her eyes wide open, her lips slightly pouting, looking like a cat with its fur standing on end.

He straightened up and put his leather shoes in the shoe cabinet: "Chen Zheng is fine."

"What do you mean nothing happened? He saw everything!" Ye Zhenzhen said angrily.

"How about we teach him a lesson next time?" Zhou Huaijin chuckled and pinched her puffed-up cheeks.

Ye Zhenzhen shook off the person and strode inside.

"Aren't we supposed to cook?" Zhou Huaijin reminded her.

"Who would do it? I'm not doing it!"

As I passed by the restaurant, my eyes inadvertently fell on the paper bags on the tables, and my eyes lit up instantly.

She ran over in a few quick steps and began taking things out one by one.

"Wow, boss, you brought so much delicious food!"

"I had this pastry before, it was so delicious, but I couldn't find it anywhere afterward. And this little cake, their pork floss little cake is the best in all of Beijing! Oh yes, and this bread is delicious too. I saw it online, and it says they only make 200 a day, and the line stretches from the store to the end of the street!"

Zhou Huaijin leaned against the wall in the entryway, arms crossed, watching her like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar.

"There's yogurt in the fridge," he said casually.

Ye Zhenzhen's eyes lit up again. She ran to the refrigerator, opened the door, and saw the brand of milk skin yogurt she had been longing for on the second shelf of the refrigerator.

"Wow! How did you know I liked this?!"

"Thank you, boss! You're such a kind person!"

Her voice was so sweet it could kill you. She turned around, tied her hair up, and excitedly went into the kitchen.

"I'll go cook right away."

Ye Zhenzhen actually really enjoys cooking.

She finds cooking very relaxing. She can chop up, stew, and stir-fry all the fatigue and messy emotions from the whole day, then plate and eat them.

After dinner, I turned on the TV and enjoyed the most relaxing moment of the day while eating.

Yu Yuan's kitchen is spacious, with a U-shaped countertop made of dark gray marble, and fully equipped with all kinds of cookware. From built-in steamers to freestanding fryers, there are non-stick pans of various sizes and baking trays of different shapes. When she's busy inside, she feels like she's not cooking, but creating art.

She took the half-chicken from the refrigerator, skimmed off the blood foam, and stewed it. Making braised rice with cured pork is even simpler. She diced the cured pork, stir-fried it with green peas and corn kernels, added seasonings, and then poured it into the rice cooker along with the washed rice.

Zhou Huaijin had just finished reviewing a few documents in his study when a fragrance wafted over.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes for a while, and listened to the sounds of spatulas and dishes clattering in the kitchen, as well as Ye Zhenzhen occasionally humming a few off-key lines of a song.

Not long after, Ye Zhenzhen's voice came from the restaurant: "Dinner's ready!"

The last syllable rose, carrying a sense of triumphant joy at achieving a great success.

When he came out of the study, the dining table was already set.

A few red dates and goji berries floated on top of the golden chicken soup, steaming gently. The braised pork rice was served in a dark wooden bowl, each grain of rice coated in the pork's fat, garnished with green peas and corn kernels. A plate of smoked fish, cut into small pieces, was arranged neatly. Next to it was a plate of sushi, with salmon piled on top of rice, slightly askew; the salmon on top was a whole size larger than the rice, looking a bit like an oversized hat.

Ye Zhenzhen picked up a piece of sushi and held it to Zhou Huaijin's lips.

"This seems to require a mold; I sculpted it entirely by hand, so it doesn't look very good."

Zhou Huaijin frowned. Purely handmade?

But seeing Ye Zhenzhen's smug smile, he had no choice but to open his mouth.

"Is it delicious? Is it delicious?" Ye Zhenzhen looked at him expectantly.

"Mmm." He chewed twice and swallowed.

"It's quite delicious."

Ye Zhenzhen's lips curled up, and she stuffed one into her own mouth as well.

"Mmm, the taste is unaffected, it's super delicious—see, I told you so."