The pushover offended a top-tier boss

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

Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed. Serves you right for saying "lacking in exercise." Now look what happened, the boomerang has come back to bite you.

She only rested for five days during her period—no, wait, she even had sex once in between. Does he really have such a high libido?

She didn't understand why she was so tired even though she wasn't the one doing the physical labor. Every time, she was the one who couldn't hold on any longer, the one who begged for mercy, and the one who fell asleep first.

And what about him? He was able to take a shower afterwards and go to work refreshed the next morning.

This unscientific.

Finally, she was so exhausted that she couldn't even cry anymore, and she drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Ye Zhenzhen woke up thirsty. She groggily opened her eyes and reached out to touch the side, but there was nothing there.

The sheets are cold; the person must have left quite a while ago.

Her mind oscillated between drowsiness and wakefulness for a few seconds, then a thought suddenly popped into her head: Where's Zhou Huaijin? Did he abandon her in the middle of the night to go find another woman? Is he keeping a mistress or two on the side?

The thought brought her back to her senses. She turned over, yawned, threw back the covers, and got out of bed. Her feet touched the soft carpet.

As soon as I opened the door, I noticed that the study door was ajar, and warm yellow light was leaking out from the crack.

She pushed open the door and poked half her head in.

Zhou Huaijin sat behind his desk, a fountain pen in his hand, writing something on a piece of paper. The light from the desk lamp fell on his profile, casting the shadow of his nose on the other side, creating a striking contrast. The top two buttons of his shirt collar were undone, revealing a section of his collarbone and the line of his neck. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and faint blue veins could be seen on his forearms.

He's still awake...

Ye Zhenzhen recalled the meeting during the day. She heard that he had been furious, and several bureau chiefs had been scolded until their faces turned green. Coming home from get off work and still being so busy so late, he must have encountered difficulties at work.

"Why are you awake?" Zhou Huaijin looked up and saw her standing at the door, his voice a little hoarse.

"Get up and have some water." Ye Zhenzhen pushed open the door and walked in barefoot.

The study floor was cooler than the bedroom floor; the coolness crept up from her feet, and she tucked her toes in as she walked to the desk.

His gaze swept over the documents on the table.

At the top is a document titled "Outline for the Development of the New Area," with a red cover and a "Confidential" stamp.

Next to it was a piece of paper with names and positions written on it. Some names were circled, some were crossed out, and there were various arrows and annotations next to them. The handwriting was sharp.

What "Dingxin", what "Li Chengsen", what "Housing and Construction Bureau"...

Ye Zhenzhen couldn't understand it, nor did she recognize it.

But she understood that it must be these people who were causing trouble for the leaders.

"Go to sleep," Zhou Huaijin gestured to her.

Ye Zhenzhen did not move.

She stood there, looking at him with a faint dark circle under his eyes, his lips slightly pursed, and his whole demeanor appearing tired and aloof.

She suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

How much work does this person have to handle every day? Endless meetings, countless people to meet, and a mountain of documents to approve. During the day, he has to deal with bureau chiefs who disagree with him, and at night he has to review materials until late.

She reached out and tugged at his sleeve.

"No." Her voice held a hint of cloying coquettishness. "I can't sleep by myself."

Ye Zhenzhen simply sat sideways on his lap, hooking her arms around his neck.

She reached out and tried to take the pen from his hand.

"Oh, stop working." She snatched the pen from his fingers and placed it on the table, cupping his face in her hands. "Those who oppose you, get them all fired!"

Looking at her indignant little face, Zhou Huaijin's lips twitched slightly, revealing a tired and helpless smile.

"You think just taking them down is enough?"

"What else can we do?" Ye Zhenzhen frowned. "Just like Nan Jing, why not appoint another outstanding person to the position?"

"It's easy to fire someone, but it's more important to remove the power behind them."

"Let's take it slow then." She gently massaged his temples with her fingers. "You can't stay up all night. Not getting enough rest can really lead to sudden death. I read online that staying up late is the number one killer of health..."

As she spoke, she tugged at his arm, saying, "Oh, go to sleep, go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Zhou Huaijin was driven to desperation by her persistence. Her hands were soft and weak, but clingy.

He tugged at her, but she didn't move. He tugged again, but she still didn't move. She started whimpering, buried her face in his neck, and yawned widely, like a spoiled cat.

He glanced at the unfinished documents on the table, then at the fluffy head in his arms.

He sighed, put down his pen, and closed the folder.

He was also a little tired. Things have to be done one step at a time; there's no rushing it.

As expected, Ye Zhenzhen did not get up the next day.

When Zhou Huaijin opened his eyes, he was all ready to go out.

He glanced at the person who had difficulty getting up in the morning.

"You're off today. You worked overtime over the weekend, so I'll give you a day off in lieu of your day off."

Ye Zhenzhen wanted to happily give him a hug, but she was too sleepy and mumbled something in her sleep:

"Yes, thank you, leader..."

She turned over and went back to sleep.

She simply couldn't understand how Zhou Huaijin managed to have such high energy levels. He stayed up late at night, got up early in the morning, worked during the day, and still managed to keep her busy at night, reviewing materials until the early hours of the morning. And the next day, he would still leave the house full of energy.

No wonder he became a leader.

-

Ye Zhenzhen had a good sleep, and when she opened her eyes it was almost noon.

She's too lazy to cook, but she still occasionally eats junk food.

I had some fried chicken, a cup of lemon tea, and a piece of leftover cake from yesterday.

The midday sun streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire living room. The unnamed tree outside the window had begun to sprout new buds, their tender green leaves swaying gently in the breeze. Several sparrows hopped and chirped among the branches, creating a lively commotion.

After finishing her fried chicken, Ye Zhenzhen wiped her hands and sighed contentedly.

But then he remembered his health regimen, so he got up and went to the kitchen to boil apple and astragalus water.

I found a pair of scissors, sat on the carpet, and started unpacking her package.

All of these are treasures she found online, including decorative items, tissue boxes, mouthwash cups, floor mats, and more.

After disassembling, each item was carefully arranged to its designated "position".

On days when I don't have to go to work, even the air tastes sweet.

She decided to go shopping in the afternoon.

The temperature has risen these past few days, and people on the street have taken off their heavy down jackets and put on light windbreakers and jackets. She should also buy some spring clothes.

The clothing stores in the mall are all brand names, and the prices aren't low. She used to shop online, specifically looking for stores that offered free return shipping. If it didn't fit, she could return it, and by picking and choosing, she could find clothes that were both suitable and inexpensive.

But now, when she thinks of her card and the apartment in Fengqiyuan, her confidence seems to have changed.

She changed into a light pink knit sweater and apricot-colored wide-leg pants, and put on the off-white cashmere coat as well. She looked at herself in the mirror, put on some light makeup, and then took out the Hermes bag, the one Zhou Chenyu had given her for Chinese New Year, which she had never had a chance to use.

On a weekday, there aren't many customers in the mall. When the sales clerks saw a beautiful woman carrying a Hermes bag, wearing a cashmere coat, and with exquisite makeup walk in, their attitude naturally became much more attentive.

"Hello ma'am, our spring clothes just arrived. Shall I show them to you?"

Ye Zhenzhen enjoyed service far superior to what she received at the LV boutique last time. Someone handed her water, someone helped her with her clothes, and someone offered professional styling advice. She tried on a creamy white dress, fitted at the waist, with a hem just below the knee. The fabric was a beautifully draped silk, which made her look incredibly elegant. She also tried on a khaki trench coat, a classic style with clean-cut shoulders. Finally, she tried on a pair of nude stiletto heels; the heels weren't too high, making walking relatively stable.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her complexion was rosy, her figure was slender, and her temperament seemed to have improved a lot. She looked like a well-bred canary.

I spent over 20,000 yuan in total, and I still felt a little pain when I swiped my card.

The sales assistant said, "Ma'am, the brand is currently offering a gift with purchase. Spend over 20,000 yuan and receive a free box of men's underwear from the same brand. Would you like some?"

Ye Zhenzhen quickly replied, "Yes, yes."

She picked out a box in size XL, gray.

Online sources say that gray makes you look bigger.

Of course, if a leader is wealthy and powerful, there's no need to flaunt it.

After leaving the clothing store, she went to the supermarket.

Although Yuyuan has a housekeeper who delivers regularly, she still prefers the feeling of shopping at the supermarket on her own. Pushing her cart between the shelves, she throws whatever she wants into the cart without looking at the price, a kind of joy she hadn't experienced before.

She first browsed the snack section, filling almost half the cart with potato chips, nuts, chocolate, jelly, and beef jerky. Then she went to the fresh produce section, enjoying the feeling of picking out vegetables herself.

First, I bought a head of broccoli, a pound of lively prawns, and then I picked out a fresh sea bass.

My gaze fell on the large oysters on the side. Steamed oysters with garlic and vermicelli, or oyster omelets, would be delicious.

But then I thought, this stuff is too nutritious. If someone eats it, I'll be the one who suffers.

She bit her lip, turned around, walked past the oysters, and picked up a piece of pork belly and a bunch of garlic sprouts.

Make some twice-cooked pork. It's delicious, goes well with rice, and doesn't have any kidney-tonifying effects.

Ye Zhenzhen pushed the cart to the cashier, and while waiting in line, she took out her phone and sent two photos to Zhou Huaijin.

[Boss, I specially bought you a box of underwear.]

I bought a lot of things at the supermarket, including ingredients for dinner—a mix of meat and vegetables, with fish and shrimp.