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

Tian Jing seemed to see through his thoughts and said, "We can also ask the quality department and development department to help us issue fake invoices to clear the accounts. At most, only one or two can be issued at a time; more than that will arouse suspicion. I'll help you think of a way; we should be able to resolve the issue of about ten invoices."

Su Ming almost cried after hearing this.

Three hundred and ten.

Two thousand six hundred and ninety more are needed.

He looked at Tian Jing, his voice trembling: "But this... is still far from enough. We're still short by more than 2,600. It's still a huge pit of hundreds of thousands."

Tian Jing fell silent.

She looked at him, a hint of heartache flashing in her eyes.

Then, she raised her hand and gently patted his back, saying softly, "It's okay. Take your time."

"There's still a month and a half left..." she continued, "Fill out as many forms as you can. If it really doesn't work out..."

"What if that doesn't work?" Su Ming's eyes were full of hope.

Tian Jing paused, then lowered her voice: "If all else fails, report it to the manager. See if she can plead for you."

Su Ming's eyes lit up.

"If you can find someone at the vice president level to plead for you, then there's hope," Tian Jing said. "The worst outcome might be a major demerit and a fine of several thousand yuan, deducted from your salary."

She paused, then added, "But this is too difficult. Lin Shumei definitely won't speak up for you."

"Why?" Su Ming asked.

Tian Jing gave a wry smile: "She'll get scolded, even punished, because of this. And she'll have to pull strings, give gifts, and treat people to meals—it's inevitable. Why do you think anyone would help you?"

Su Ming fell silent.

But a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

Lin Shumei.

That mysterious, wealthy woman who was interested in him.

Maybe... she really can help him.

Su Ming stood there, his mind a complete mess.

Two thousand six hundred and ninety chips, still a deficit of more than two hundred thousand! This matter weighed on his heart like two mountains, making it hard for him to breathe.

Seeing him like this, Tian Jing's heart softened. She stepped forward and patted his shoulder with a smile.

"Alright, stop thinking about it." Her voice was gentle, carrying a reassuring strength. "No matter what, put your mind at ease. I'll take care of settling the accounts for the 310 chips. As for the remaining 2,690..."

She paused, then looked at him seriously: "I'm afraid you'll have to figure it out yourself."

Su Ming looked up at her.

Tian Jing continued, "But don't put too much pressure on yourself. Try to get closer to Manager Lin. If you have the chance, give her some gifts or something. Maybe things will turn around."

Hearing these words, Su Ming felt a surge of emotion.

He looked at Tian Jing and said from the bottom of his heart, "Sister Jing, you are so kind."

Tian Jing smiled, a smile that held a hint of slyness and a touch of playfulness.

"What's the use of just saying how good I am?" She tilted her head and looked at him.

Su Ming paused for a moment, his face flushed slightly, and he asked awkwardly, "Then... what should we do?"

Tian Jing smiled and winked at him, then whispered, "It's truly good if you have me in your heart."

Su Ming's face turned even redder.

He lowered his head, at a loss.

He knew Tian Jing had a slight crush on him. But he couldn't date Tian Jing. He already had Yang Tian, ​​although Yang Tian might have lied to him, but... or she might not have.

Seeing his expression, Tian Jing couldn't help but laugh. She raised her hand and gently punched him in the chest.

"If you're so kind, then give me a massage on my legs and neck," she said. "My legs are so sore."

Su Ming was taken aback, looked up and glanced around, then whispered, "This place... might not be a good place?"

Tian Jing smiled and took his hand: "Come on, I'll take you to the defective goods warehouse. I'll also let you get familiar with the environment there."

Su Ming nodded and followed behind her.

The two walked through the receiving area, past several factory buildings, and finally arrived at a relatively secluded old building.

The building has three floors, with mottled exterior walls and windows covered in dust. The cement stairs echo when you step on them.

Tian Jing led him up to the third floor.

Pushing open an iron door, one enters a huge warehouse. The light is dim, and the air is thick with dust and a musty smell. Rows of shelves are piled high with various cardboard boxes and parts; some boxes are covered in a thick layer of dust, looking like they haven't been touched in a long time.

Tian Jing pointed ahead: "That's the defective products warehouse. Next to it is the scrap warehouse, which is managed by dedicated personnel. I'll help you figure out how to balance the defective product count later."

Su Ming listened, and felt another surge of emotion.

He looked at her and said earnestly, "Sister Jing, thank you."

Tian Jing smiled, glanced around, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

"Since you're so sincere about thanking me!" she said, "then give me a neck massage!"

She pointed to a pile of discarded cardboard boxes in front of her: "There are some cardboard boxes over there, let's go sit down."

After saying that, she crawled behind the pile of cardboard boxes, pulled out a clean piece of cardboard, spread it on the ground, and then sat down.

With her back to Su Ming, she turned her head and waved to him, saying with a look of enjoyment, "Come on, give me a shoulder massage first."

Su Ming had no choice but to walk over, stand behind her, and start massaging her shoulders.

His hand rested on her shoulder, feeling its slight fleshiness, soft yet firm. His fingers kneaded her neck and shoulders with just the right amount of pressure.

Tian Jing closed her eyes and sighed comfortably.

As Su Ming continued kneading, his gaze inadvertently drifted downwards.

From this angle, you can see the view inside her neckline—a patch of snow-white skin, undulating and shapely, covered by her underwear, yet still revealing its astonishing size.

He swallowed hard.

I never expected that this beautiful woman's slightly plump figure would be so charming.

He couldn't help but glance at it a couple more times.

Just then, Tian Jing suddenly turned her head and met his gaze.

She paused for a moment, then reached out and pinched his thigh.

"You rascal!" she scolded playfully. "Were you spying on me?"

Su Ming blushed and laughed awkwardly, "No, no..."

Tian Jing chuckled, her laughter filled with mischief, not anger.

"I can't stop you from seeing me," she said. "I can't keep staring at you, can I?"

Su Ming blushed and didn't dare to reply, but continued to massage her shoulders.

Tian Jing patted her thigh and said with a smile, "Okay, give me a thigh massage now."

Su Ming had no choice but to squat down and start massaging her legs.

Her hand rested on her thigh, feeling its fleshy yet firm texture. It was gentle, and slightly elastic.

As she kneaded, Tian Jing's breathing suddenly became a little rapid.

She closed her eyes, gently biting her lip, a blush rising on her face.

Looking at her like this, Su Ming felt a surge of excitement.

He recalled the scene of him being intimate with Yang Tian last night. Yang Tian was like this then too; whenever he touched her body, she would tremble involuntarily, and her breathing would become erratic.

So all girls are like this?

He glanced casually at Tian Jing's chest—the rise and fall of her breasts, with their varying heights, was quite sexy.

Terrible.

I never expected that this slightly chubby figure would not only feel comfortable to touch, but also look comfortable!