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

After handing the cup of soy milk to Su Ming, Yang Tian turned and walked towards the office building, her steps light as a deer's. But as she walked, her pace suddenly slowed.

A thought popped into her head: Wu Yumin, that bastard, caused trouble for Su Ming yesterday. I have to go see what kind of guy he is today.

As a human resources specialist, it was perfectly reasonable for her to "inspect" the warehouse.

Thinking of this, she smiled and turned to head towards the warehouse.

As soon as she entered the warehouse receiving area, she saw Wu Yumin.

The guy was standing at the office door, his head wrapped in thick bandages, his left eye was bruised and swollen to the point of being only a slit, and there were several bloodstains on his face. He looked like he had just crawled out of a car accident scene.

Yang Tian was stunned for a moment, then felt a surge of secret pleasure. It seemed Su Ming was telling the truth; she hadn't expected the kid to actually beat up Wu Yuming.

Live it!

But she feigned surprise and quickly walked over: "Oh dear, Team Leader Wu, what's wrong?"

When Wu Yumin turned his head and saw that it was her, his expression instantly became complicated, showing embarrassment, nervousness, and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Ms. Yang... good morning. I... I tripped and fell on my way back to my rented apartment last night."

"Wrestling?" Yang Tian looked him up and down, her gaze sweeping over the obvious injuries from a fight. A half-smile played on her lips. "Is that so?"

Wu Yumin felt uneasy under her gaze, and his smile became even more stiff.

Yang Tian suddenly took a step closer, lowered her voice, but her tone turned cold: "You didn't go looking for trouble with Su Ming, did you?"

These words struck Wu Yumin like a thunderbolt, making him tremble all over.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his lips trembled, and he stammered, "I...I'm sorry, Miss Yang, I was blind to your greatness, I didn't know Su Ming..."

The Audi A6 that Su Ming brought over last night made Brother Fei Ma kneel down upon seeing it, which is enough to prove the power behind Su Ming. Now, just mentioning the name Su Ming makes him a little uneasy.

Before he could finish speaking, a soft cough came from behind him.

"Ahem!"

The two of them turned their heads to look at the same time.

Su Ming walked over at some point and stood not far away, looking at them with a half-smile.

When Wu Yumin saw him, he looked like he had seen a ghost, took a step back, and his fear deepened.

Yang Tian's eyes lit up. She looked at Su Ming, then at Wu Yumin, and pressed, "What don't you know about Su Ming?"

Su Ming strode over and spoke before Wu Yumin could. He smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "He didn't know I knew kung fu, so he got a really bad beating when we fought last night."

As he spoke, he gave Wu Yumin a look. He didn't want Yang Tian to know his true background. Mainly because his background was somewhat dubious—after all, he was his cousin's lover. It was a little embarrassing to admit!

Wu Yumin was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes! I didn't know Su Ming knew kung fu! So... that's why he got beaten up like this! It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

He was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead as he spoke.

Yang Tian looked at the two of them suspiciously, feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Taking the opportunity, Wu Yumin took two steps back and said with an awkward smile, "Um... Miss Yang, I'm here to ask for leave, and I still need the manager's signature. I'll be going now, I'll be going now!"

After saying that, he turned and left, his steps so fast it was like he was running for his life, and he almost tripped over the threshold.

Yang Tian watched his disheveled figure and couldn't help but chuckle. She turned to look at Su Ming, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Was Wu Yumin really beaten by you?"

Su Ming smiled and nodded, "I guess so. What's wrong? The company forbids fighting, but we get fired for fighting outside?"

Yang Tian rolled her eyes in annoyance: "You think I'm taking a company-wide view because of your fight?"

She paused, then her tone became serious: "I'm worried you'll get chopped up by the Hunan gang outside!"

These words, though spoken directly, flowed into Su Ming's heart like a warm current.

Looking into Yang Tian's bright eyes, and seeing the undisguised concern in them, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Miss Yang." He scratched his head, softening his voice, "I misunderstood your good intentions. I didn't expect you to care about me so much."

Yang Tian blushed slightly.

She deliberately put on a stern face, crossed her arms, and adopted a businesslike demeanor: "I wasn't concerned about you, I was just kindly reminding you."

She paused, then continued, "Maybe you know kung fu, and you might be able to beat a few people. But you have to understand, the Hunan gang calls the shots in this area. Wu Yumin can summon dozens of men with just one phone call, each armed with steel pipes and machetes. No matter how good you are at fighting, how many can you really take on?"

As she said this, her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes showed genuine worry.

Looking at her, Su Ming felt even warmer inside. He smiled and nodded sincerely, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore."

Yang Tian smiled with satisfaction, her chin slightly raised and her chest puffed out: "That's more like it."

As she spoke, she moved closer to Su Ming, carefully examining the bandages on his body, and asked, "By the way, are you alright? Do you need to take leave? Just say you fell, and you can get a certificate from the hospital and take sick leave with half your salary! Or, you can say you fell and injured yourself just after leaving the factory, and I'll help you apply for a workers' compensation claim..."

Su Ming shook his head: "Never mind, this little injury is nothing."

Yang Tian nodded and smiled knowingly: "Okay, then you go to work! I'm going back to the HR department."

She turned to leave, then suddenly stopped, turned back to look at him, and said, "Oh, by the way, I'll give you a ride home tonight!"

Su Ming was taken aback, feeling both flattered and a little embarrassed: "No need..."

Yang Tian smiled, a sweet smile: "It's nothing, I just happened to need to talk to you about something."

Su Ming asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Yang Tian winked at him and said mysteriously, "I'll tell you after I get off work."

After saying that, she smiled sweetly, waved to Su Ming, and turned to quickly leave the warehouse area.

Su Ming stood there, watching the slender figure disappear through the door, and that warm feeling welled up in his heart again.

Finding a girlfriend like this wouldn't be bad! Beautiful, generous, and considerate! Although she doesn't have my cousin's wife's celebrity looks or model-like figure, her delicate face and long legs in stockings are quite charming...

He turned and walked toward his office, feeling quite pleased with himself.

He had just turned around when he heard a "ouch" and a soft body bumped into his arms.

Su Ming looked down and saw it was Tian Jing.

She clutched her chest, her brows furrowed, and her face showed signs of pain.

"Tian Jing?" Su Ming asked quickly, "Are you alright?"

Tian Jing looked up at him, a complex light flashing in her almond-shaped eyes. She rolled her eyes reproachfully, her tone sour, "Something's wrong, my chest hurts!"

Su Ming was taken aback and asked worriedly, "Really?"

Tian Jing chuckled, a hint of teasing in her voice: "What's it to you whether it's true or not? Even if I said it's true, would you actually rub it for me?"

Su Ming's face instantly turned red, and he awkwardly scratched his head: "This... I'm afraid it's not appropriate!"