I slept with my sister's classmate, and she turned out to be my boss.

A dozen minutes later, Chen Dapeng opened his eyes.

Seeing He Ying nestled gently in his arms, he suddenly felt that this was the most pleasant moment of his life.

He Ying smiled and said, "Awake?"

Chen Dapeng's voice was a little hoarse: "Yes. How long have you been awake?"

He Ying muttered, "Not long, less than twenty minutes."

Chen Dapeng didn't say anything more, but tightened his arms, pulling He Ying even closer to him.

Their skin pressed together stirred something within Chen Dapeng.

He couldn't resist kissing He Ying on the forehead, but didn't move away.

Instead, he moved downwards and kissed her eyebrows.

Then the eyes, the nose...

He Ying realized his intention, gently pinched his cheek, and whispered reproachfully:

"Dapeng, what are you trying to do?"

"Sister Ying...I..."

Chen Dapeng gave a hesitant response and didn't continue speaking, instead kissing her lips directly.

He Ying chuckled softly and didn't push him away.

She understood what Chen Dapeng meant and couldn't bear to refuse him.

Their lips met naturally...

……

It's nine o'clock.

Both of them were a little out of breath.

He Ying gently nudged him and teased, "Da Peng, are you even able to go to work today?"

Chen Dapeng gave an awkward laugh.

"I'll send Director Hu a message asking for a day off. I've been working overtime lately, I hope she'll understand..."

He Ying urged, "Then send it quickly, so as not to leave a bad impression on her."

Chen Dapeng immediately picked up his phone and texted Hu Yuheng, requesting a day off. His reason was that he wasn't feeling well…

After putting down his phone, Chen Dapeng lay down again and hugged He Ying.

He Ying nudged him: "It's time to get up. I want to take a shower."

Chen Dapeng smiled and said, "Sister Ying, let's... take a shower together..."

He Ying glared at him: "Dream on!"

After saying that, she got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Turn on the shower and let the warm water wash over every inch of your skin; all your fatigue will instantly disappear.

After washing up, He Ying dried herself with a towel, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at her body.

"I'm 31 years old this year, but I've maintained a great figure. I don't look 30 at all; I look like a girl in her twenties."

"Finally, I have a boyfriend, and I've completely given myself to him. Dapeng seems to be a very reliable person. I'm good at judging people."

She chuckled softly, then wrapped herself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

Chen Dapeng was already sitting in the living room. When he saw He Ying come out, he stood up and walked over.

"Sister Ying, I'm going to take a shower too."

He Ying looked at him and smiled, "Okay, you take a shower first, I'll go downstairs to buy breakfast."

She went into the bedroom to change her clothes, and then went downstairs.

A dozen minutes later.

He Ying returned with two bowls of rice noodles and two cartons of milk.

After finishing breakfast, Chen Dapeng went to his bedroom to change his clothes.

He Ying sat in the living room, found Chen Yang's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang twice and was answered.

"Chen Yang, I'm with Da Peng now."

Chen Yang paused for a moment on the other end of the phone, stunned: "Weren't you two already together?"

He Ying paused for a moment, a hint of shyness in her eyes.

"I mean... the formal kind of being together."

Chen Yang was silent for two seconds, then understood what she meant.

"So you're sure about it?"

"Yes. Confirmed."

"That's great." Chen Yang's voice was tinged with laughter. "Are you telling me this because you want to ask me something?"

He Ying paused for a moment.

"I haven't told my dad yet."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Are you afraid he won't agree?

"Hmm," He Ying's voice lowered, "He's rather traditional. He's always felt I should find someone around my age and with similar circumstances. Da Peng is six years younger than me, and... I don't know how to put it."

"What's wrong with Dapeng?" Chen Yang's voice became serious. "He's young, reliable, and ambitious. He's been injured three times because of you, and every time he was at the forefront. If your dad saw him, he wouldn't dislike him."

He Ying was silent for a moment: "Do you think he would like Da Peng?"

"It's not just my opinion," Chen Yang said with certainty. "It's because I know Da Peng. He's not flashy or ostentatious, and he may not seem remarkable, but he's reliable."

Your dad isn't the type to judge a person by appearances. Take him to meet him and let him see for himself. That's more effective than thinking about it a hundred times.

He Ying gripped her phone tightly, but did not answer.

After a few seconds, she finally spoke: "Then... when should I take him back?"

"You decide for yourself. But it's better to say it sooner rather than later." Chen Yang paused for a moment. "If you're really worried, how about I sound out your dad first? I can mention it under the guise of a casual chat, that you've been in contact with a young man recently."

He Ying thought for a moment: "Wouldn't this be too deliberate?"

"The kind of person your dad is, you don't have to try to figure it out for him. It's better to let him prepare himself mentally beforehand."

He Ying hesitated for a moment: "Then you can ask him for me. Don't say too much, just let him know that such a person exists."

"Okay. Leave it to me." Chen Yang's tone became lighter. "You two just need to get along well, and I'll take care of the rest."

He Ying put down her phone, just as Chen Dapeng came out.

"Sister Ying, who are you calling?"

"Your sister, Chen Yang."

Chen Dapeng smiled and said, "Oh, are you guys talking about me?"

"This isn't your problem, it's our problem." He Ying glared at him. "Da Peng, last time you said you were going to take me to see my dad after you were discharged from the hospital. This has been delayed for so long, it can't be put off any longer."

Chen Dapeng also became serious.

"Sister Ying, when are we going?"

He Ying thought for a moment: "Wait for your sister's news."

Chen Dapeng was taken aback for a moment: "Wait for my sister...?"

"Um."

He Ying smiled.

"Let her help me sound out my dad's opinion."

……

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang thought for a while about how to phrase his words.

She had met He Yi a few times; they weren't very familiar with each other, but he left a deep impression on her.

He speaks frankly and doesn't beat around the bush. When he looks at people, his gaze lingers longer than the average person's, as if he's sizing them up.

She didn't plan to mention Chen Dapeng's name directly, but instead wanted to mention that He Ying was "in contact with a young man" and see his reaction first.

Chen Yang did not make a phone call directly.

She knew that people He Yi's age weren't used to discussing these things over the phone.

She sent a message: "Uncle He, have you been busy lately? Are you free tonight? I'd like to come visit you."

About twenty minutes later, He Yi replied: "I'm free. Come over for dinner."

Chen Yang replied with a single word: "Okay."

That evening, Chen Yang arrived at He Yi's house carrying a bag of fruit.

He Yi opened the door, wearing a light gray sweater and looking quite well. He invited her in and poured her a cup of tea before sitting down on the sofa himself.

He Yi spoke first: "Yingying rarely calls me. I have no idea what she's busy with."

Chen Yang quickly smoothed things over: "It's alright. She called me today and said the project in Qingshun County is progressing quite smoothly. Maybe she didn't tell you because she didn't want you to worry."

He Yi nodded without replying, picked up his teacup and blew away the foam.

Chen Yang took a sip of tea and asked in a more casual tone, "Uncle He, has Yingying mentioned anything about herself to you recently?"

He Yi glanced at Chen Yang: "Personal matter?"

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Well...did she say who she's been in contact with?"

He Yi put the teacup back on the coffee table without answering immediately.

He was silent for a moment before speaking: "She didn't mention it. But when she called last time, her tone was a little different than before."

Chen Yang didn't press further, only saying, "That means she might not have figured out how to bring things up yet. But you know her personality; she won't make decisions lightly."

He Yi looked at her, his gaze darkening. "Do you know something?"

Chen Yang smiled and didn't deny it: "She is indeed seeing a young man. I'm not entirely sure to what extent, but she's mentioned him to me a few times, so she seems to have feelings for him."

He Yi leaned back on the sofa, remained silent for a moment, and didn't ask who the person was, what they did, or what their family situation was. He simply asked, "Can this person be trusted?"

Chen Yang said with certainty, "He's reliable. I'm never wrong about people."

He Yi didn't ask any further questions, picked up his teacup and took another sip.

He didn't speak for quite a while, his tone ambiguous, as if he were pondering something he hadn't quite figured out yet:

"Yingying will be thirty-one this year. Just keep that in mind."

Chen Yang didn't say anything more.

She knew He Yi's words weren't a statement of opinion, but she didn't immediately reject them either.

For someone with his personality.

Not saying "no" on the spot already leaves room for maneuver.