Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

Zhang Cuiting opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

At this moment, I felt a little pleased with the praise, but more than that, I felt an indescribable shyness and unease.

How could he say that? That's his girlfriend, his own daughter!

"You...you child, how can you talk like that..." Her voice was shy, and her hands unconsciously gripped the edge of her apron.

Cheng Zhe not only failed to notice her embarrassment, but also leaned closer, his tone filled with infatuation: "Auntie, I wasn't wrong, you are really too charming, I even dreamed about you yesterday."

These words struck Zhang Cuiting like a thunderbolt, causing her to shudder and her previous shyness to be instantly replaced by fear.

She subconsciously looked up at Cheng Zhe, forgetting to look away, and blurted out, "You dreamed about me... what did you dream about me about?"

The moment she asked the question, she regretted it and quickly lowered her head, but kept her ears perked up, waiting for an answer.

Without a second thought, Cheng Zhe said naturally, "I dreamt of being with Auntie..."

He stopped abruptly, as if suddenly realizing something, and quickly waved his hand to correct himself: "No...nothing, I just woke up and don't remember clearly, I've forgotten everything."

Zhang Cuiting took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and said in a deliberately calm tone, "Don't just stand there, hurry up and eat breakfast, it'll get cold soon."

But as she turned to walk towards the dining table, her heart began to race uncontrollably.

She knew perfectly well what Cheng Zhe meant by what he hadn't finished saying; he must have dreamt about doing something shameful with her.

How could this young man be so blunt? He can't believe he can just blurt out such inappropriate things!

Zhang Cuiting's mind was in turmoil at this moment, feeling flustered and helpless at being coveted by a younger person.

On the other hand, a secret joy inexplicably rose from the depths of his heart. At his age, he could still attract a young man like Cheng Zhe, and even make him dream about him day and night.

Two emotions were swirling fiercely within her, and she couldn't tell whether she was more panicked or secretly delighted.

Just then, Zhao Ya ran out of the bedroom rubbing her eyes. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw the breakfast on the dining table.

"Zhe, I told you, bringing my mom over was the right thing to do!"

"We're usually too lazy to prepare breakfast, so we either eat bread or order takeout. But now that my mom's here, we can have a hot breakfast every day."

Zhang Cuiting felt a sense of relief, as if she had grasped a lifeline. She tried to cover up her earlier lapse in composure: "Sit down and eat quickly. The porridge is freshly cooked, and there are also your favorite steamed buns."

Zhao Ya rushed to the dining table, grabbed a steamed bun, and took a big bite.

He mumbled indistinctly, "Zhe, I have good news for you! I'm officially starting work today!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cuiting's awkwardness was instantly replaced by relief, and even the fine lines at the corners of her eyes softened: "Really? That's wonderful."

Zhao Ya swallowed the food in her mouth and said with a smile, "Besides, my best friend introduced me to her. You won't lose out by going with her!"

A warm feeling welled up in Zhang Cuiting's heart, and she felt that there was finally hope for the future. Her eyes reddened slightly: "Okay, okay, let's work hard together, mother and daughter. Things will definitely get better and better in the future."

As she spoke, she subconsciously looked up at Cheng Zhe, wanting to see his reaction.

Cheng Zhe was staring at her, his eyes full of admiration as he observed her outfit and makeup.

Zhang Cuiting's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her eyes as if she had been burned, her cheeks burning uncontrollably.

She dared not meet his gaze again, feeling guilty and secretly thinking it was absurd.

He's my daughter's boyfriend, how could I have such strange feelings for him?

Cheng Zhe watched her flustered and evasive manner, but didn't say much. He simply said calmly, "Congratulations, Auntie and Xiaoya. Be careful on your way to work from now on."

Breakfast ended in a slightly awkward atmosphere. After getting ready, the three of them went their separate ways to their workplaces.

Cheng Zhe was particularly energetic today, because it was not only a normal workday, but also the day he was officially appointed as the department head.

As soon as I entered the office, my colleagues surrounded me, teasing me all at once: "Congratulations, Manager Cheng! You'll have to take good care of us in the future!"

"Cheng Zhe is truly impressive! He's been promoted to supervisor in such a short time, that's amazing!"

Cheng Zhe responded with a gentle smile, "You're all too kind. Let's help each other out and work together to improve the department's performance."

Among the crowd, Wang Zhen had a long face, his expression so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

He had always thought Cheng Zhe was young and inexperienced, and often made sarcastic remarks about him, both openly and subtly.

But now Cheng Zhe has become his direct superior, and directly controls his bonus assessment.

Even if he had a lot of grievances, he didn't dare to be as unrestrained as before, and could only force himself to keep his resentment to himself.

Wang Zhen was distracted all day, his fingers repeatedly swiping across his phone screen.

In the end, he sent Zhang Shiyi a message: "Is there any gift you want lately? I'll buy it for you."

She was trying to get some good news from Zhang Shiyi to distract herself from her negative emotions.

Cheng Zhe had a very successful day. After completing the handover work, he also held a departmental meeting.

When he got off work, he opened the door and found the house empty; he was the first one to arrive home.

Half an hour later, Zhao Ya returned and collapsed onto the sofa as soon as she entered the door.

She complained, "My first day at work was really tiring. There were so many procedures to learn, but Yanping was teaching me everything."

The two chatted about their work, and as it got dark, they made themselves a simple dinner.

Time passed slowly, and before they knew it, it was past nine o'clock at night, but Zhang Cuiting still hadn't returned.

Cheng Zhe frowned and said to Zhao Ya, "Why don't you call your aunt? It's so late, the interview shouldn't have dragged on until now."

Zhao Ya quickly took out her phone and dialed, but the phone rang again and again without being answered.

She called four or five times in a row, but to no avail. A look of worry gradually appeared on her face: "Why isn't Mom answering the phone? Could something have happened?"

The two were restless in the house, waiting until after 11 p.m.

Looking at Zhao Ya's exhausted appearance, Cheng Zhe said with a pang of sympathy, "You have to go to work tomorrow, go to sleep first, I'll wait for Auntie at home."

Although Zhao Ya was worried, she couldn't stay awake any longer, so she nodded and went back to her room to rest.

Another ten minutes or so passed before the sound of a key turning could finally be heard outside the door.

Cheng Zhe quickly got up and went over. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhang Cuiting leaning drunkenly against the door frame, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, and the smell of alcohol wafting out.

As soon as she regained her footing, she covered her mouth and rushed to the trash can, where she began to vomit violently.

She vomited for a while before she recovered and kicked off her high heels.

He seemed to slump down, sitting on the living room floor like a duck, hugging the trash can.

Cheng Zhe frowned, stepped forward, and asked, "Auntie, what's wrong? How could you be so drunk during a job interview?"