The pushover offended a top-tier boss

When Zhou Huaijin opened the door, the lights in the living room were off, only a small light was on in the dining room, and there were several plates of cooked dishes.

There was no sound of television, and no sound of her chattering.

He changed his shoes, walked down the hallway, and pushed open the bedroom door.

Ye Zhenzhen was dragging a suitcase, her eyes red, and throwing things into it one by one in a fit of pique.

Zhou Huaijin stepped forward and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

Ye Zhenzhen didn't even tilt her head, but instead moved a little further away from him.

"Nothing much."

She continued to throw her clothes into the box, filled with resentment.

"What are you doing?"

"Move away."

"Who asked you to move out?"

"Nobody's here." She stood her suitcase upright, pulled it by the handle, and walked out, head down, tears welling up in her eyes. "I wanted to move it myself."

Ye Zhenzhen cried as she dragged her suitcase and tried to run out.

Zhou Huaijin reached out and grabbed her wrist, but she forcefully shook it off.

She tried to grab it again, and she continued to shake it with surprising force.

He chased after her, and she angrily hid away.

When they get angry, they're harder to calm down than a pig during the Lunar New Year.

Finally, Zhou Huaijin took a deep breath and grabbed her wrist tightly.

"Ah—let me go!"

Unable to break free, Ye Zhenzhen simply sat down on the ground and struggled, kicking her legs.

Zhou Huaijin didn't let go. He squatted down to be at eye level with her and looked straight at her.

Her face was flushed red, her eyes were red, and there were still wet tears on her eyelashes. The tip of her nose was red.

"What did my mom say?" he asked her in a low voice.

"She didn't say anything." Ye Zhenzhen turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"I just think she's right."

Her voice began to tremble, and tears welled up again.

"Being together was something I had no choice but to do, and I don't want to maintain this relationship anymore, so it's better to break up now."

Zhou Huaijin paused for a moment when he heard the last four words.

He stared straight at her and asked her only one question:

"Then why are you crying?"

Ye Zhenzhen was stunned; she didn't know why she was crying.

She snapped at him angrily, "It's none of your business!"

She had intended to walk out the door without looking back, just like in the TV dramas. But her tendency to cry uncontrollably made her lose control at times like this; all her poise and nonchalance vanished, leaving only a disheveled face.

Looking at the face that was covered in tears, Zhou Huaijin softened his voice.

"Then tell me, why are you moving?"

Her voice was muffled, trembling with tears:

"I don't want to be a mistress."

He'll get married sooner or later, and she can't accept him sleeping with other women before sleeping with her.

It's disgusting to even think about.

"Nobody asked you to be a mistress," Zhou Huaijin explained helplessly.

"I can completely ignore our relationship, but it's not a good thing for you. There are a lot of people in the workplace who will talk a lot. Once others find out, they will subconsciously think that you got the position by using your looks. People's opinions are a fearsome thing, especially when it comes to girls."

He never intended to hide anything; neither of them was married, and there was nothing shameful about it.

Ye Zhenzhen understood the reasoning behind his words.

He was in a high position, while she was just a nobody at the bottom. Others would definitely think that she had deliberately seduced him.

Zhou Huaijin lowered his head and wiped away the tear stains remaining at the corner of her eye with his thumb.

"These are turbulent times, and I can't promise you anything."

"But first, I will never have another woman besides you. Second, I will never marry anyone else. Third, I will never let you suffer the same injustice you did today again."

He looked into her eyes and spoke slowly, word by word.

"Is this enough?"

Ye Zhenzhen's tears welled up again.

His throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Her mind was in complete turmoil, like a pot of burnt porridge.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't moved.

He used to always have a serious and aloof demeanor, and he never said anything like he liked her.

Although those words weren't exactly sweet talk, they inexplicably gave her a sense of security.

But she was still upset. Why did he manage to comfort her with just a few words?

"Then you can't yell at me!"

"When did I ever yell at you?" Zhou Huaijin frowned.

"You do it all the time!" Ye Zhenzhen retorted, "You always love to lecture people, you get angry at the drop of a hat, I get bossed around at work, and I still get bossed around after get off work!"

"That's because you have many bad habits," Zhou Huaijin said.

"Where do I have any bad habits?!" Ye Zhenzhen glared at him defiantly.

Zhou Huaijin glanced at her, his thin lips slightly parted: "You don't like to tidy up, you leave things lying around, you're not careful, your shoes are always—"

Watching Ye Zhenzhen's face puff up little by little, like an angry pufferfish.

He swallowed the rest of his words.

"Hmm...it's not a big problem."

"Then you have to praise me from now on! Discover my strengths!"

"Praise you?" Zhou Huaijin's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Yeah, is it that hard?" Ye Zhenzhen counted on her fingers, "Praise me for being pretty, for having a good figure, for cooking well—aren't these all readily available?"

Zhou Huaijin was silent for two seconds, then nodded.

"Yes, the cooking is delicious."

"So, let's go eat." Zhou Huaijin had already stood up and pulled her up as well. "It's getting cold."

Ye Zhenzhen was thus led to the end of the topic.

The food on that table in the restaurant had gone completely cold.

The two sat down, and neither of them mentioned what had just happened.

After finishing the meal, Zhou Huaijin naturally went to wash the dishes.

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly realized that this kind of life wasn't so bad after all.

She didn't know how long this relationship would last. She was a lazy person, too lazy to think too far ahead. She'd worry about the future later. As long as she was comfortable in the present, that was enough.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Zhou Huaijin turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up.

He then discovered that there were many new things in the bathroom.

The original plain gray floor mat has been replaced with one adorned with Crayon Shin-chan, showing half of his buttocks, tilting his head, and sporting a cheeky grin.

The mouthwash cups have been changed too. One features SpongeBob SquarePants, and the other Patrick Star, standing side by side on the sink.

Next to the mouthwash cup, there was a small ornament: a fat, white, round cat holding two toothbrushes for two people in each of its two paws.

Zhou Huaijin looked at the fat cat and couldn't help but laugh. She remembered Ye Zhenzhen's crazy shopping spree using his account last week; it turned out she had been buying all of these things.

It looks completely out of place in this understated yet elegant bathroom.

It was like a piece of candy falling into a suit pocket.

Actually, there are many more little things in the house now.

The tissue box on the coffee table has been transformed into a furry hippopotamus with its mouth wide open. When it pulls out a tissue, it looks like a hippo sticking out its tongue. The toothpick holder is also a quirky little figure; pressing a button on the back causes toothpicks to spit out from its mouth, making it both ugly and cute.

These things bearing someone's label are gradually taking over this solemn old house.

His gaze fell on the box of underwear on the sofa, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Did you buy this especially for me?"

"No, it was a free gift with the purchase of clothes," Ye Zhenzhen said angrily.

Zhou Huaijin smiled and said, "It was specially bought for me."

"There's nothing I can do about it if that's how you think..."