My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

A women's motorcycle was heading towards him, and the rider was Yang Tian. Today she was wearing a light pink short-sleeved T-shirt and white casual pants, her long hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she had a bright smile on her face.

The motorcycle stopped beside him. Yang Tian braced herself with one foot on the ground, looking him up and down. When her gaze fell on the bandages on his body, the smile on her face vanished instantly.

"What's wrong with you?" She frowned. "Did Wu Yumin get some people from the Hunan gang to bully you?"

Su Ming quickly shook his head, forcing a smile: "No, I fell by myself."

"You fell?" Yang Tian looked at him suspiciously. "Do you think I'm a three-year-old? How can you fall and get like this? You're wrapped in so many bandages, where did you fall? Did you hit some caltrops?"

Su Ming was speechless, scratching his head, unsure what to say. He didn't want to dwell on what happened with the Hunan gang last night.

Yang Tian stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly raised her face and said seriously, "Don't hide anything from me. Although Wu Yumin knows people from the Hunan gang, he can't control everything. My brother's classmate is the deputy director of the police station. If they really bully you, I'll talk to my brother and we'll definitely get justice for you."

Su Ming felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at her earnest expression.

This girl really cares about him.

He smiled and waved his hand, "It's alright, it's all settled. You guessed right, it was indeed Wu Yumin who caused me trouble. But he didn't get away with it either; he was injured even more badly than me. I'd feel a little embarrassed to cause him any more trouble."

Yang Tian paused for a moment, then rolled her eyes: "Alright, stop pretending. Wu Yumin hangs out with the Hunan gang all the time. If you really get entangled with him outside, do you think you'll get the better of him? That would be a miracle."

She paused, then her tone became more serious: "Tell me, what exactly happened? I'll stand up for you."

Su Ming was both amused and exasperated. Wu Yumin had been beaten up like that last night, was there any need to go and seek justice from him again? Going there again would probably scare him half to death.

"Tell me!" Yang Tian said seriously, "I really can help you!"

Seeing Yang Tian's serious expression, a thought suddenly popped into his head: It's good that this girl is going to find Wu Yumin; let that kid learn his lesson. Let him know that he has connections not only outside the factory but also inside.

But he shook his head: "It's really nothing, it's all over."

He knew that the more he acted this way, the more Yang Tian would sympathize with him, and the more likely she would actually go and cause trouble for that kid Wu Yumin.

Yang Tian stared at him for a few seconds, but seeing that he remained silent, she had no choice but to give up. She patted the back seat of the motorcycle and winked at him: "Get on!"

Su Ming paused for a moment, looking at the motorcycle and then at his own injuries, hesitating.

Seeing that he wasn't moving, Yang Tian urged, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up, we're going to be late!"

Su Ming had no choice but to walk over and climb into the back seat. As soon as he settled in, he discovered a problem—his hand was injured, and he couldn't grip the back armrest.

Yang Tian turned to look at him and saw that one of his hands was hanging in mid-air, and he didn't know where to put the other hand. She couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hold me tight!" she said.

Su Ming blushed: "Isn't that inappropriate..."

Yang Tian gave him a disdainful look: "At a time like this, what's there to be embarrassed about? One of your hands is injured, you can't even hold on properly, so you need to hold on to me even tighter with your other hand. Otherwise, who's going to take responsibility if you fall?"

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed Su Ming's uninjured hand, pressing it against her body.

Su Ming's hand landed on her body—right where her chest and abdomen met, his palm pressed against her soft lower abdomen, and the back of his hand could feel her slender waist under her T-shirt.

Whether the beauty did it intentionally or unintentionally, Su Ming's hand was held there, motionless.

He felt a warmth seep through her thin T-shirt into his palm, and could feel the slight rise and fall of her body. The touch was soft and elastic, making his mind go blank.

What's worse, the faint fragrance emanating from her body kept wafting into his nose as the motorcycle started.

Su Ming was incredibly excited, and couldn't help but think to himself: This beauty has a great figure!

"Hold on tight!" Yang Tian shouted, twisting the accelerator.

The motorcycle shot off with a "whoosh".

Su Ming instinctively tightened his arms around her, pressing his entire body against her back. A breeze blew by, lifting her long hair, strands of which gently brushed against his face, tickling him and carrying the scent of shampoo.

Through her fluttering hair, he could see her fair neck and her slightly flushed ears.

Yang Tian seemed a little embarrassed, but she didn't say anything and just focused on driving.

The motorcycle drove through the streets of the industrial zone and turned into the factory gate.

The security guards at the factory gate stared wide-eyed at the sight—Yang Tian from the personnel department, a well-known beauty in the factory, was actually driving a young man in blue-collar work clothes into the factory.

Sitting in the back seat, Su Ming could feel the gazes coming from all directions. Some were surprised, some envious, some jealous, and there were all sorts of whispers and murmurs.

The motorcycle drove directly into the factory's parking shed.

Yang Tian parked the car, and Su Ming let go of the handrail and got out of the back seat. As soon as he stood up, he heard a murmur from those around him.

"Wow, who's this guy? He's got some lucky ladies!"

"Isn't that Yang Tian from HR? She actually brought a man to work?"

"Who's that guy? Blue-collar work clothes, he must be from the warehouse, right?"

"From the warehouse? When did this person get into the warehouse?"

"This kid's got some nerve! He's only been here a few days and he's already hooked up with the HR lady? She's practically the office beauty!"

"What's so special about the office beauty? She's the prettiest among our three thousand female workers. She's definitely the factory's most beautiful woman!"

"Holy crap! Factory beauty Yang Tian has a boyfriend?"

Although the whispers were kept low, they still drifted into Su Ming's ears intermittently.

He felt a surge of pride, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his face. Haha, he'd struck gold!

Yang Tian had obviously heard those sounds too. Her face flushed slightly, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she turned to look at Su Ming, a faint smile playing on her lips.

She took a plastic bag out of the motorcycle basket and handed it to Su Ming.

"Here, this is for you."

Su Ming looked down and saw a fried dough stick and a cup of soy milk.

He paused for a moment, somewhat flattered: "This...isn't that inappropriate? You eat it yourself."

Yang Tian smiled, a sweet smile: "What's wrong with that? Isn't it only right to care about a colleague? Besides, I brought two portions."

As she spoke, she picked up another plastic bag and shook it: "See? There's another vegetable bun here!"

Su Ming glanced at the bag in her hand: a vegetable bun and a cup of soy milk. Then he looked at his own hand, which contained only fried dough sticks and soy milk.

He frowned. "Wait a minute, didn't you divide your breakfast into two portions? You don't have fried dough sticks or vegetable buns, so where did you get two cups of soy milk?"

Yang Tian blinked and said matter-of-factly, "Who said I didn't? Can't I drink some on the way? Just take it, don't be so indecisive."

She paused, then waved to Su Ming, "Okay, I'm leaving. Going to work!"

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the office building, her ponytail swaying behind her head, her steps light as a deer.

Su Ming stood there, watching her receding figure, still holding the fried dough stick and the cup of soy milk in his hand.

A strange sense of happiness welled up inside him.

This girl is so nice!

He looked down at the breakfast in his hand, then looked up at the figure that had already walked away, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind: Why don't I... find this beauty to be my girlfriend?

She was, after all, the prettiest factory flower among the three thousand female workers!

Although she can't compare to my cousin's wife's star beauty, she is a genuine girl from a modest family, gentle and considerate like a sister next door, making people feel warm inside.

He was deep in thought when he heard a murmur behind him.

"Holy crap! This guy in blue-collar work clothes is actually dating a girl in white-collar clothes?"

"More than that! That girl is our factory's most beautiful woman, the number one beauty in the Gao's Linmei Group!"

"The most beautiful woman? Really?"

"Of course it's true! Yang Tian from HR, who doesn't know her? Rumor has it her brother owns a factory!"

"So, who's this kid?"

"I don't know, but he's definitely not an ordinary person. Look, his hand is still wrapped in bandages; it's obviously from a fight."

"There's a story behind this..."

As Su Ming listened to these comments, the corners of his mouth curled up even wider.

He took a bite of the fried dough stick and chewed it with relish.

Mmm, it smells so good! Mmm, not bad, I'll go after Yang Tian.

He turned and walked toward the warehouse, his steps light as if he were walking on clouds.

Behind me, sunlight streamed through the factory area, and the chatter continued in the motorcycle shed.

But none of that matters anymore.

The important thing is that today's breakfast was exceptionally sweet. Starting today, he decided to pursue Yang Tian. He had no choice but to find a woman as soon as possible; otherwise, facing such a sexy beauty as his cousin-in-law every day, he feared he might one day lose control…