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

Friday afternoon.

He Ying finished her work ahead of schedule and eagerly grabbed her coat before leaving the office.

She didn't have a chauffeur take her; instead, she drove herself.

She didn't want anyone to know about these sweet weekend moments, and she especially didn't want anyone to get involved.

The car arrived at the highway ramp.

She sent Chen Dapeng a message:

"Dapeng, I'm setting off. I'll arrive around seven."

Chen Dapeng replied instantly:

"Sister Ying, I've cooked dinner and am waiting for you!"

He Ying's lips curved slightly, but she didn't reply to the message. Instead, she gripped the steering wheel and focused on the road ahead.

The drive takes about two hours.

But she thought of Chen Dapeng cooking and waiting for her.

He would prepare the food in advance and start cooking just in time for her arrival.

She felt that the journey wasn't too long.

……

It's 7:10.

He Ying parked her car downstairs at Chen Dapeng's residence.

She didn't carry much; just a tote bag containing two changes of clothes and a set of skincare products.

When I got to the door, it was already open.

Chen Dapeng stood inside the door, his apron still on, a spoon in his hand, and said with a smile:

"Sister Ying, it's about time. I'll leave the door open and wait for you."

He Ying smiled when she saw his expression.

"How stupid!"

Chen Dapeng smiled dismissively.

"I'm happy."

He Ying didn't say anything, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

She changed her shoes, put her bag on the cabinet by the door, and then went into the kitchen for a quick look—

On the stove were a plate of stir-fried green peppers with pork, a plate of water spinach with garlic, and a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

There's also a pot of pork ribs stewed with carrots!

It's already out of the pot, and it's still steaming hot.

There was also a plate of cut fruit on the side, which was prepared after the meal.

She turned and glanced at him: "When did you learn to cook so many dishes?"

Chen Dapeng smiled.

"I've practiced many times. It feels okay, I hope you won't mind."

He Ying looked at him intently, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turning up.

"You've made great progress; it seems you've put in the effort."

Chen Dapeng smiled contentedly.

"Of course I have to put in some effort to make my wife happy."

He Ying glared at him: "Stop being so cheeky!"

"Sister Ying, are you hungry? Sit down, I'll get you some rice."

He Ying nodded: "I am a little hungry."

As she spoke, she helped Chen Dapeng serve the dishes and rice.

The two sat down at the table and began a sumptuous dinner.

He Ying tasted the food he had prepared and then commented:

"Yes, there has been a significant improvement compared to before."

Chen Dapeng smiled and said, "Sister Ying, I'll cook for you every day from now on."

He Ying deliberately asked, "Really?"

Chen Dapeng said very seriously, "Of course... after we get married..."

He Ying smiled slightly, then lowered her head and continued eating.

After a while, He Ying looked up at him:

"How's your interview preparation going?"

"I've gone through the case once in the last couple of days, and I've also reviewed the timeline and other materials again. If they ask about the specific details of the case, I should be able to give a clear account."

He Ying thought for a moment:

"Interviews and written tests are different."

The written test assesses your writing skills and logic, while the interview assesses your face-to-face reactions and judgment.

They won't just ask you what you know, they'll ask you what you think.

The situations you encountered in Liuhe Town before.

What decisions did they make on the spot?

These things speak louder than the materials themselves.

Chen Dapeng nodded, intending to think about it in more detail later.

He Ying did not continue the topic.

He bent down and finished the last few bites of rice in his bowl, then put the bowl and chopsticks away in the kitchen.

Chen Dapeng stood up and followed him inside.

The two stood by the pool, one washing and the other wiping, their coordination quite good.

After washing the dishes, the two sat in the living room for a while.

He Ying stood up: "I'm going to take a shower first."

She took two steps toward the bathroom.

He glanced back at Chen Dapeng, who was still sitting on the sofa.

He was looking up at her.

"Sister Ying... let me rub your back."

The corners of her mouth curved slightly:

"You can do it today. Consider it a reward for passing the written test."

Chen Dapeng paused for a moment, then laughed.

He stood up, walked over to her, kissed her on the forehead, and didn't say anything more.

The two held hands and went to the bathroom.

The bathroom lights were warm, and steam rose from under the showerhead, slowly obscuring the mirror.

He Ying stood with her back to Chen Dapeng for a while.

Hot water dripped down her shoulders and along the lines of her back.

Chen Dapeng stood behind her, his hand moving down from her shoulder.

Slowly slide down from the shoulder blades to the side of the waist.

Then it stopped there and didn't continue.

He Ying did not turn around or say anything.

He simply shifted his weight back a little, as if acquiescing to the action.

Chen Dapeng's hand lingered on her waist for a moment.

Then it slid down her forearm.

He walked around to the front and took her fingers in his.

He Ying glanced down at his hands wrapped around her, and her lips twitched slightly.

She turned to face him.

The moisture blurred the outlines of the two people.

She didn't back down or dodge; instead, she slightly tilted her face up.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips...

The sound of water cascading from the showerhead was loud and clear...

It covered their rapid breathing...

The steam lingered for a long time.

The two of them then came out of the bathroom.

He Ying came out first, her hair still dripping wet, and sat down on the edge of the bed wrapped in a bath towel.

Chen Dapeng followed her out and handed her a dry towel.

She took it and dried her hair without saying anything else.

He sat quietly by the bedside, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He sat down next to her, took the towel from her hand, and dried the ends of her hair again.

He Ying sat there and let him wipe for a while before she finally spoke:

"The interview is next Wednesday. Wear that dark coat, not a white shirt—it makes you look like an insurance salesman."

Chen Dapeng smiled and said, "Sister Ying, I've got it."

She took the towel from his hand, wiped herself a couple more times, and then stood up to change into her pajamas.

As Chen Dapeng watched her walk towards the wardrobe, he suddenly felt...

If he does pass the selection process and officially joins the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection.

The greatest distance between them will disappear—

She was no longer his superior, and he was no longer a clerk in the county.

They can openly date, eat, and take walks in the provincial capital without worrying about being seen by acquaintances.

At that time, he could seriously discuss marriage with her.

He Ying changed into her pajamas and turned around.

Seeing that he was still looking at her, she smiled and asked:

"Dapeng, what are you thinking about?"

Chen Dapeng laughed along.

"Thinking about what will happen after next Wednesday..."

He Ying didn't ask if she meant an interview?

Or something else?

She came over, sat down next to him, and leaned on his shoulder.

Chen Dapeng reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Sister Ying, shall we take a break?"

He Ying nodded gently: "Mm."

Chen Dapeng gently pushed her down, then pressed himself against her soft body, his gaze fixed on her face.

He Ying's eyes widened: "Da Peng, what are you trying to do?"

Chen Dapeng chuckled softly, "Sister Ying...we..."

He Ying: "But... just now..."

Chen Dapeng: "That was just now, now is now..."

What else did He Ying want to say...?

But Chen Dapeng's fiery lips had already sealed her mouth...