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

Su Ming remained silent with a gloomy face.

Yang Tian noticed his sudden change in expression and a flicker of panic in his eyes. Thinking she had upset him by rejecting him, she stepped forward, hugged his waist, pressed her face against his chest, and softly coaxed him, "Don't worry, I won't really investigate your warehouse for anything. It's just a formality. I'll just fill out a few items, sign them, and that'll be it. Your warehouse is doing a great job; I definitely won't write anything carelessly."

Su Ming lowered his head, looking at Yang Tian's pretty and clean face, and the slight furrow in her brow as she awkwardly pledged her loyalty to him. Some of the gloom in his heart dissipated. He smiled and reached out to gently pinch her slender waist, causing her to exclaim "Ouch!" and dodge to the side before saying, "My Tian Tian is still the best."

Yang Tian gently brushed his hand away and said reproachfully, "Alright, I need to go somewhere else. I can't let anyone see me staying here with you for too long. After get off work tonight... let's find a place to stay."

As she said "stay here," her voice grew softer and softer until the last word was barely audible, her face burning as red as if she'd been steamed. After saying this, she tiptoed and quickly kissed Su Ming on the cheek, like a kitten caught stealing cream. Then she turned and shuffled to the door, opened it, turned back to him with a "don't make a sound" face, and then shrugged and ran away.

Standing in the empty, abandoned warehouse, Su Ming listened to the slow closing of the iron door behind Yang Tian, ​​a soft smile involuntarily appearing on his lips. He put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head back, and the beam of light streaming through the skylight illuminated his face, making his smile even more vivid. Two things raced through his mind: one was which hotel to go to with Yang Tian tonight, and what kind of room to book; the other was that Zhao Fang's silent "warning" had already begun. Yang Tian being sent to check up on him today was just a signal; what about tomorrow? The day after? This woman was a patient strategist, knowing when to make her move, knowing which move would be most painful. Her sending Yang Tian today was a reminder to Su Ming: you still have a weakness within my reach.

Thinking of this, the tenderness in Su Ming's eyes gradually turned cold. He muttered to himself, "Zhao Fang, you'd better just remind me, don't actually drag my woman into this. If you dare to touch her, I'll make sure you don't have a place to speak at Kaisheng Electronics Factory."

He patted his clothes and strode toward the iron gate, the light casting a long and slender shadow on the ground behind him.

After getting off work in the evening, Su Ming rode his motorcycle to the innermost spot of the parking lot, found an empty space next to Yang Tian's white scooter, turned off the engine, took off his helmet and hung it back on the handlebars, and then leaned back on the motorcycle seat to wait for her.

The evening sky over the industrial area was dyed a vast expanse of orange-red tinged with gray exhaust fumes by the setting sun. Workers streamed out of the assembly lines at the factory gate, bustling towards the bicycle sheds and bus stops. Su Ming stood with one leg on the ground and the other on a footrest, his eyes darting towards the office building. He waited patiently, a slight smile even playing on his lips.

Just then, Tian Jing walked over from the warehouse office, carrying a military green crossbody bag. She immediately spotted Su Ming's gleaming blue and white motorcycle, noticed his anxious expression, and followed his gaze towards the office building. She understood everything. She rushed over, slapped her bottled water on the seat, crossed her arms, glanced at him, and spoke with a mixture of anger and schadenfreude, like scolding a troublesome younger brother: "He's ignoring you, what are you waiting for? Wasting your time."

Su Ming felt a little embarrassed by her words. He took off his helmet and placed it on the back seat, scratched his head, and forced a smile: "Yang Tian and I... are back together again."

Tian Jing's eyes widened, and she craned her neck forward as if she had heard some incredible news: "When did you make up? Didn't you get the cold shoulder this morning? That icy face of yours made the whole carport feel three degrees colder."

Su Ming scratched his head again, his smile revealing a hint of guilt and barely concealed smugness: "Just this morning."

Tian Jing frowned thoughtfully, scrutinizing Su Ming from head to toe with an interrogative gaze. The more she looked, the more suspicious she became. Finally, her eyes widened, and she poked Su Ming's chest twice with her right index finger like a small hammer, lowering her voice to question him: "Well, Su Ming, were you and Yang Tian up to something in the scrap yard? Were you two actually fighting there?"

Su Ming was speechless at the beauty's blunt question, which was so direct it was almost like asking someone to be barefoot, and his ears burned. He glanced at her and quickly waved his hand, "Don't talk nonsense. How could I do such a thing? The scrap warehouse is a restricted area, no unauthorized personnel allowed, especially since I'm on duty here."

Tian Jing snorted coldly, crossed her arms, and her expression resembled that of a judge presiding over a trial, her eyes filled with an unwavering certainty that said, "You can't hide it from me." She continued, "Hmph, I bet you and Yang Tian were doing *that* kind of thing there. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten back together with you so easily. I know Yang Tian's temper; she's stubborn and easily swayed. You think she'd listen to you if you just said a few words of coaxing? You must have been kissing, hugging, and touching her all over the place, completely shameless, to win her back."

Su Ming's face flushed crimson, the heat spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears. He seriously wondered if Tian Jing had X-ray vision; how could she have watched his and Yang Tian's incident that morning like a live broadcast from the entrance of a junkyard? He forced an awkward smile, waved his hand vigorously at her, and said in a low, urgent voice, "Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense. Don't let Yang Tian hear this. If she hears you say that, she'll definitely be furious."

Tian Jing puffed out her chest, raised her chin, and declared without a trace of fear: "Am I afraid of her? Really! She works in the same warehouse as me, and we don't interfere with each other. Who's afraid of who!"

Su Ming was speechless for a moment, opening his mouth but unable to utter a single word. He finally understood: Tian Jing was a woman who never backed down in a verbal battle, and she never gave him the slightest advantage. Just as he was racking his brains trying to change the subject, he suddenly heard light and familiar footsteps behind him.

It's Yang Tian who's here.

She had changed out of the white work clothes she wore during the day and was now wearing a pale yellow chiffon blouse with light-colored jeans. Her hair was still tied up in a high ponytail, which swayed behind her head as she walked. She looked more youthful and cheerful than when she was at the factory.