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

Yang Tian stared at him blankly, her eyes wide, tears still clinging to her face, looking completely terrified. She swallowed hard, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and anxiety: "You...you actually hung up on Manager Zhao? Aren't you afraid she'll fire me? And she'll make things difficult for you too—she's in charge of HR now, and if she really wants to get back at you, she has plenty of ways to do it..."

Su Ming tossed his phone aside, smiled, and reached out to wrap his arm around her slender waist, gently pulling her into his embrace. His tone was gentle yet reassuring, carrying a calm and reassuring quality: "What are you afraid of? With me here, the sky won't fall."

Yang Tian shook her head, her face still full of worry, her lips pressed tightly together, and her brows furrowed into a small knot: "But... I'm still worried. You don't know Zhao Fang, she's incredibly petty. Last year, a clerk offended her, and she found an excuse to transfer her to cleaning toilets. After three months, the girl couldn't stand it and quit. I'm afraid she'll do the same to me..."

Su Ming smiled and pulled her into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her forehead. His lips brushed against her skin, and his voice was soft and alluring, carrying an irresistible charm: "It's okay, I'm here!"

As he spoke, his hands began to wander restlessly over her body again, slowly sliding from her waist to her back, and then down her spine segment by segment, the pressure from his fingertips neither too light nor too heavy, with a deliberate slowness.

Yang Tian trembled as he touched her, her face flushing red. She shyly grabbed his wandering hand and scolded him playfully, "What are you doing? Even at a time like this, you're still thinking about this? I'm speechless!"

Su Ming smiled and kissed her again, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his warm breath filling her ear. His voice carried a hint of mischief and an undeniable certainty: "It's precisely because you've been wronged that you need a passionate and tender lovemaking session to calm your nerves."

Yang Tian's eyes widened, and she exclaimed "Ah!" Before she could react, Su Ming had already smiled and kissed her, pushing her back and causing her to fall onto the large Simmons bed.

He leaned over her, backlit, his expression a mixture of tenderness and predation, as if he were looking at a treasure that belonged only to him.

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Come on, let go of everything, close your eyes and enjoy this. This is our special time, and nobody else can interfere."

Yang Tian's long eyelashes fluttered, and then she slowly and obediently closed her eyes.

She gave a soft "Mmm," her voice as gentle as a feather falling on water. Zhao Fang's phone call, the threat of absenteeism, and all the anxieties that had been weighing on her mind were instantly banished by his warm breath and strong embrace. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, surrendering herself to him completely and without reservation.

Su Ming leaned down and kissed her lips. In the hotel room, where the morning light was gradually brightening, the two embraced passionately and tenderly once more. The sunlight outside grew brighter, filtering through the curtains and bathing the entire room in a warm golden glow. The Simmons mattress undulated gently and rhythmically, like the softest melody of the morning.

It was already noon when we left the hotel.

The sun shone directly overhead, and the street steamed with the dry heat of the asphalt. Su Ming and Yang Tian casually found a small restaurant near the hotel and had lunch. Two bowls of rice and a few side dishes—a simple but satisfying meal. Yang Tian seemed preoccupied, eating slowly, so Su Ming put some twice-cooked pork in her bowl, urging her to eat more. After finishing their meal, they leisurely made their way to the company.

Upon arriving at the factory gate, Yang Tian took out her employee ID to clock in. She pressed the button on the card reader, and it beeped. She hesitated for a moment, clutching the ID, then turned to look at Su Ming, a hint of unease in her eyes.

Su Ming got off the motorcycle, hung his helmet on the handlebars, walked over to her, and said softly, "It's okay. If Zhao Fang dares to record your absence without leave, I'll take you to the general manager. There's always a place to reason in this factory."

Yang Tian was startled and quickly tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "Forget it, Su Ming, don't make a scene. You know Manager Zhao's temper. If we really confront her head-on, she'll definitely find ways to mess with us later."

Su Ming shook his head, his tone serious and resolute: "The word 'forget it' doesn't exist in my dictionary. This matter can't just be left like this."

Yang Tian sighed, lowered her eyes, and remained silent for a moment before whispering, "Let's go to the office and see. Maybe Manager Zhao was just saying it in anger. I'll go and find out what's going on. Once she calms down, maybe everything will be fine."

Looking at her cautious and hesitant manner, as if afraid of causing trouble for others, Su Ming felt a pang of tenderness and pain in his heart. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, gently squeezing it, and earnestly instructed, "No matter what, if you encounter any difficulties, be sure to tell me. Don't keep it all bottled up inside. Remember, you're not alone in this."

Yang Tian looked up, her eyes suddenly welling up with tears. She bit her lower lip, nodded vigorously, and then opened her arms to hug Su Ming. Her face was pressed against his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist, and she held him tightly, as if trying to borrow some strength from him to make herself feel safe.

It was the afternoon rush hour, and the factory gate was bustling with people. Workers poured into the workshops, walking in twos and threes, while office clerks from the office building hurried over just in time. In the open space at the factory gate, everyone saw Su Ming and Yang Tian embracing. Some whistled enviously, some pointed and whispered, and a few older employees shook their heads with smiles. Su Ming didn't care, but Yang Tian belatedly realized what was happening, hurriedly letting go of him, her face burning red.

Coincidentally, just then, a light gray figure walked over from the factory gate—it was Zhao Fang. Today, she was wearing a sharp light gray suit skirt and black mid-heel leather shoes. She walked with her head held high and a cold expression on her face. She had obviously also seen Yang Tian, ​​who had just pulled away from Su Ming's arms. Her steps faltered, and her face suddenly stiffened, as if she had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

She coughed loudly, as if deliberately trying to pierce the scene of lovers embracing, then glared at Yang Tian and strode angrily toward the office building.

As if pricked by a needle, Yang Tian hurriedly pushed Su Ming away, her face pale. She lowered her head and frantically brushed the hair hanging by her ear, her voice filled with barely suppressed tension: "Oh no... it seems our manager saw us just now."

Su Ming smiled, his tone relaxed and frank, as if he didn't take Zhao Fang's glare seriously at all: "It's nothing. What young girl doesn't dream of love, what young man isn't infatuated? When you reach the age to fall in love, you should fall in love. What's there to be ashamed of? Otherwise, humanity would have gone extinct long ago."