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

Just as Su Ming was about to do something, a small accident occurred.

"Ring ring!"

A cell phone suddenly rang, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere in the sample room.

It was Lin Shumei's cell phone, lying on the table, ringing cheerfully.

Lin Shumei paused for a moment, frowned, and had no choice but to release Su Ming and turn to answer the phone.

She picked up her phone, glanced at it, and answered with obvious impatience: "What's the rush? Alright, alright, I'll be back in the office in a bit."

After hanging up the phone, she casually tossed it back onto the table and turned to press a button on the wall.

"Snapped!"

The lights in the sample room came on.

The bright white light illuminated the entire room and everything in front of it.

Lin Shumei's shirt was open, revealing what was underneath—exquisite lace lingerie that hugged her full curves, and her fair skin glowed with a luminous sheen under the light.

Su Ming stared blankly, his eyes fixed on her. He had never seen Lin Shumei's figure so closely before; and to be honest, she was quite well-endowed.

Lin Shumei noticed his gaze, looked down at herself, and instead of hiding it, smiled. She walked over and hugged Su Ming tightly, her soft body pressing against him, making him stiffen again.

Then she gently pushed him away, giving him a reproachful glance: "What are you looking at? If you like it, I'll let you experience it."

As she spoke, she actually grabbed Su Ming's hand and pressed it against her body.

The moment his palm touched that soft surface, Su Ming felt a jolt of electricity coursing through his body, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Manager, I..."

He jerked his hand back, jerking as if electrocuted, his face turning red to the roots of his neck.

Good heavens, this woman is so promiscuous!

Seeing his embarrassed expression, Lin Shumei smiled playfully, her eyes sparkling with charm. She winked at him and said softly, "Alright, let's go."

While buttoning her shirt, she opened the door to the showroom and gestured for them to enter.

Su Ming blushed, not daring to look at her, and hurriedly left with his head down.

Lin Shumei followed behind, whispering, "Walk slowly. I'll go ahead first, and you can catch up later."

Su Ming nodded, standing in the corridor, watching her gracefully disappear at the top of the stairs, swaying her hips in her high heels.

He leaned against the wall, took a long breath, and felt his heartbeat hadn't returned to normal.

I must say, this sneaky feeling is actually quite exciting.

This must be what it feels like to have an affair, right?

Su Ming stood there for a while until his heartbeat calmed down before slowly going downstairs and walking towards the warehouse.

Back in the receiving team's office, Su Ming was still somewhat dazed. Sitting at his desk, his mind was filled with the images from the sample room—the open shirt, the full curves, the soft touch…

Just then, someone suddenly walked in through the door.

Su Ming looked up and was stunned.

It is Wu Yumin.

His head was wrapped in bandages, and his face was covered in bruises, making him look like a wounded soldier who had suffered a defeat. But at this moment, there was no trace of his usual arrogance on his face; instead, there was a cautious, ingratiating expression.

He walked up to Su Ming, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then reached into his pocket, took out a few bills, and handed them to Su Ming.

"Ming-ge," he said in a low voice, with a fawning smile, "I'm sorry, I was blind before. Could you... let me off the hook?"

Su Ming looked down and saw five hundred-yuan bills, totaling five hundred yuan.

He paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Let you go? How?"

Wu Yumin's smile became even more obsequious as he bowed and scraped, saying, "Brother Ming, I'm truly sorry about what happened last night. This is just a small token of my apology; I hope you'll forgive my rudeness and not take it to heart."

Su Ming found it somewhat amusing. He looked at the team leader who had been so arrogant and constantly making things difficult for him just two days ago, now standing before him like a lapdog, and a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him.

"What are you giving me money for?" he asked.

Wu Yumin lowered his head, his face slightly flushed, and said softly, "To be honest... I'm afraid you'll cause me trouble again. I hope this money can buy me peace."

Su Ming sneered.

"Do you think this little bit of money can erase the hatred in my heart?"

He stood up, a head taller than Wu Yumin, and looked down at him with a cold gaze: "You almost killed me last night."

Wu Yumin's face flushed red and then paled, so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground. He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and his voice became even more humble: "Dude, so... so how much do you think I should pay in compensation?"

Su Ming smiled coldly, turned around and walked out.

"Don't ask me. In short, I don't want to forgive you so quickly."

He walked out of the office without looking back and headed towards the restroom.

Let me take a piss first.

Behind him, Wu Yumin stood there, clutching the five hundred yuan in his hand, his face a complex mix of emotions, like someone who had just opened a dye shop. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally slunk away from the factory area.

Wu Yuming had specifically taken seven days off, hoping to get some rest. But his mind was a jumbled mess, like a ball of yarn scratched by a cat. Su Ming's words, "I don't want to forgive you so quickly," were like a thorn stuck in his heart, impossible to pull out.

Back home, he lay down on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind kept replaying images: the black Audi in the alley last night, Su Ming's cold gaze, and then the scene of Brother Fei Ma kneeling on the ground, slapping himself…

He became increasingly uneasy, tossing and turning unable to sleep, and finally sat up and lit a cigarette.

Smoke swirled in the dimly lit room, his face hidden behind it, his brows furrowed in worry.

No, we can't just let this go.

The person behind Su Ming is incredibly powerful. Even Fei Ma, who has some influence in the Hunan gang, knelt down upon seeing that Audi. What does that mean? It means that the owner of that car is someone even the head of the Hunan gang wouldn't dare mess with.

Who does Wu Yumin think he is? In the eyes of that kind of person, crushing him is no different than crushing an ant.

We need to find a way to make up for it.

How can we make up for it? They don't even want 500 yuan, so what about 2,000? 5,000?

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled, his face filled with anxiety and fear.

Meanwhile, Su Ming was in an exceptionally good mood.

Although my hands are still bandaged and my cousin-in-law kicked me out of the bedroom last night, I felt incredibly comfortable all day at work today.

Although Tian Jing had made a few sarcastic remarks to him that morning, she still quietly helped him with the work. She took the heavy and tiring tasks, only letting him do the easy ones. Occasionally, when their eyes met, she would blush and pretend to look away.

Needless to say, Lin Shumei's attitude towards Su Ming has been incredibly gentle ever since the incident in the sample room that afternoon. Not only did she not assign him any heavy tasks, but she also specifically instructed Tian Jing to take good care of him.

As for Wu Yumin? That guy took the day off and didn't show up. Without him there, making sarcastic remarks and pointing fingers, the air in the entire receiving area felt much fresher.

Su Ming leisurely made it to the end of the workday.

The evening sun slanted into the factory area, bathing the departing crowd in a golden light. Su Ming walked briskly among the people, his mind racing as he pondered what to eat for dinner.

He froze as soon as he reached the factory gate.

Yang Tian was riding her women's motorcycle, parked under the shade of a tree outside the factory gate, waving at him.

"Su Ming! Over here!"