He just broke up with his girlfriend and is already living with the devilish rich girl.

Finally, with Bai Ziheng's strong support, Luo Yao relented.

"Okay, you can stay."

She sat on the desk with her legs crossed, holding up two fingers.

"First, if you dare call him brother-in-law again, I will grind you and your sister to dust."

"Secondly, the probationary period will be extended to three months, and the salary will be paid according to the intern standard."

"No problem!" Zheng Xingguang agreed quickly.

So Zheng Xingguang was assigned to move goods and handle cashier duties.

Xiaohua was assigned to the office to check the accounts.

The cat thought teaching people how to clear accounts would be an easy task, but it almost drove the cat crazy on the first day.

"No, you need to match the purchase order and the shipping order, meow!"

"Look here, you received 30 cases of bottled water, shipped 27 cases, so the inventory should be 3 cases. How did you calculate a negative five cases, meow?"

Xiaohua sat at her desk, pen in hand, her gray-white blind eyes staring at the ledger.

His expressionless face was blank.

"Because...the water was drunk."

"Who drank it, meow?"

"I drank it."

The cat took another breath, and its tail puffed up into a ball of fur behind it.

"Alright, alright, even if you drank it, it'll still be on your tab!"

"The delivery slip must clearly state 'for employee consumption'! It can't just disappear into thin air!"

"And here—"

She turned to another page and pointed to the crooked handwriting.

"You ordered fifty bags of potato chips, and you wrote that fifty bags of potato chips were delicious, no, who told you to eat them?! Who told you to eat them and then write a review, meow!?"

Xiao Hua looked down at the ledger, remained silent for a while, then picked up a pen, drew a line across the comment, and added a sentence.

It's not actually that delicious; it gets greasy if you eat too much.

The cat felt like its life was coming to an end.

"Rewrite, meow!!!"

Bai Ziheng and Zheng Xingguang were passing by the office door, carrying goods.

Upon hearing this conversation, Zheng Xingguang silently covered his ears.

Bai Ziheng, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, continued moving boxes with a blank expression.

In the days that followed, Cat would go straight to the office after finishing her live stream every day.

Start by teaching Xiaohua addition and subtraction.

From "one plus one equals two" to "the difference between purchase price and retail price".

Then there's "Why can't expired food be sold to customers?"

Xiaohua learns very slowly.

A simple subtraction problem takes several attempts, and his handwriting is crooked; he even sometimes writes the numbers backwards.

And no matter how much the cat bristles, bangs on the table, or meows in her ear.

She always has that same expression.

There was no resentment, no sadness, and no look of "Do you dislike me?"

It means silently crossing out the incorrect entries, picking up the pen again, and rewriting them stroke by stroke.

On the fourth day of the cat's rant, it suddenly couldn't continue.

That night, after she finished her live stream and returned to her office, she saw Xiaohua still sitting at her desk.

It's already 1 a.m.

Xiaohua held a pen in her hand, with the new purchase order that had been delivered today spread out in front of her.

On that perpetually expressionless face, the lips were pressed tightly together, and the eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Her fingers slowly traced the ledger, writing down each line as she touched it.

I got stuck halfway through writing and tilted my head, thinking for a long time.

Then I crossed that line out and rewrote it.

The cat stood at the doorway again, its tail slowly drooping down.

She suddenly remembered.

Zheng Xingguang said that this girl didn't even know what "bitterness" meant before.

They can't even use chopsticks, and they don't even know to go to the toilet to pee.

Now she sits here, using her blind eyes to carefully try to remember the whereabouts of a case of mineral water and a bag of potato chips.

The cat walked over to her and pulled up a chair to sit down.

"This number is written wrong. Look, the 5 should be turned around like this—"

She reached out and took Xiaohua's hand holding the pen, guiding her to slowly draw on the paper.

Xiaohua was stunned for a moment.

"What are you staring at? Watch carefully, I'll only teach you once."

Her voice was still fierce, but the hand holding Xiaohua's hand was very, very light.

Xiaohua nodded and slowly wrote a crooked "5" following her hand.

"Oh, right. Write the next one yourself."

"it is good."

The cat leaned back in the chair, watching Xiaohua write those crooked numbers stroke by stroke.

I suddenly realized that I had been too harsh in my criticism a few days ago.

She scratched her furry ears and swept her tail on the ground twice.

"Um... those things I said to you a few days ago."

She cleared her throat, and her voice became much softer.

"Don't take it to heart, meow."

Xiaohua stopped writing.

She turned her head, her eyes, which could see nothing, toward the direction of the cat.

Then, the corner of her mouth twitched.

The curve was very slight, as if it had taken a lot of effort to bend it into a tiny shape.

"You're absolutely right. I really am quite slow, so I'm sorry to trouble you with this. Thank you."

The cat stared at her for a long while.

She sighed and reached out to rub Xiaohua's head.

"Fine, so be it. I'm not exactly a smart cat anyway. Come on, let's do it again, starting with the purchase order—"

Xiaohua's matter is finally on the right track.

Zheng Xingguang gradually adapted to the work rhythm of the supermarket.

He has no problem moving goods; after all, he's a former Special Administration agent, and his physical fitness speaks for itself.

Nothing major went wrong at the checkout.

He has a good memory; he memorized dozens of cigarette brands and their prices in just two days.

The only problem is that when calculating accounts, he always writes the numbers too neatly, as if he wants to write the receipts with a calligraphy brush.

This meant that Lao Zhou had to wait half a day every time he changed shifts.

That afternoon, he was restocking the shelves.

The automatic door's sensor beeped.

Without looking up, he called out "Welcome" and then emerged from behind the shelves.

Upon seeing who it was, he froze on the spot.

Fu Yang stood at the door.

He wasn't wearing a uniform, just a dark gray jacket.

Below is a pair of faded jeans, and he's smoking a cigarette.

Standing beside him were two of Zheng Xingguang's former teammates, Wang Lei and Chen Yu.

The three of them stood at the supermarket entrance, watching Zheng Xingguang wearing that green apron and carrying a box of instant noodles.

"Oh." Fu Yang took the cigarette out of his mouth and looked him up and down.

"You actually came to be a cashier? You're serious about this, aren't you?"

Chen Yu had been holding it in for a long time, but couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Captain, this is way too low-key. Are you... experiencing life?"

Zheng Xingguang placed the instant noodle box on the shelf and patted the dust off his hands.

"This isn't just an experience; I plan to work here from now on."

"Isn't the Special Administration Bureau pretty good?" Wang Lei took a step forward and looked at the snacks and drinks on the surrounding shelves.

He glanced at Zheng Xingguang's green apron and frowned deeply.

"Why, why do we have to do this?"

"What's wrong with this?"

Before Zheng Xingguang could speak, a voice came from behind the cashier.

The cat had somehow gotten behind the counter and was sitting with its legs crossed.

She squinted her cat-like eyes at the three people at the door.

"Our supermarket is a major taxpayer in Ninghai City. We operate legally, earn money through our labor, and we don't steal or rob."

"Your Special Administration Bureau is a government agency, while we are a private enterprise. Why do you look down on us?"

"Who gave you permission to speak, you cat demon!"

Fu Yang roared.

The cat was so frightened that it shrank back behind the counter.

Zheng Xingguang stood directly in front of him.

"Captain Fu, don't make things difficult for me."

Fu Yang glanced at Mao You, then turned back to look at Zheng Xingguang, but didn't respond to the conversation. He simply walked up to him.

"Xiao Zheng, your sister doesn't know you resigned yet."

Zheng Xingguang's expression finally changed.

He lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously clenching the edge of his apron.

"I didn't dare tell her." His voice was very low.

"I'm afraid of her—"

"Afraid she'll worry?" Fu Yang sighed.

"Don't you know what kind of person your sister is? Do you think she won't worry if you keep it from her?"

Zheng Xingguang remained silent.

Fu Yang took out a neatly folded piece of paper from the inside pocket of his jacket, unfolded it, and placed it on the cashier's counter.

This is Zheng Xingguang's resignation letter.

"I got it back for you."

"I told the higher-ups that you are under too much psychological pressure and are not suitable for fieldwork at the moment, so I have approved a long leave for you."

Zheng Xingguang looked up at him.

"You can rest for as long as you like, come back when you're ready."

Fu Yang folded the resignation letter again and put it in his pocket.

"But you can't hide it from your father anymore."

Zheng Xingguang's fingers gripped the apron even tighter.

"I'm not trying to shirk responsibility."

He spoke, his voice a little hoarse, but his tone was very serious.

"I just feel that... when I was in the bureau, many of the decisions I made, which I thought were right, were actually not even clear whether they were right or wrong."

"Captain Fu, it's not that I don't want to quit, it's that I don't want to continue being so confused."

Fu Yang looked into his eyes for a long time.

He smiled.

He raised his hand and patted Zheng Xingguang's shoulder, the force was light but steady.

"Okay, I understand."

He turned and walked towards the door, pausing briefly as he passed Chen Yu and Wang Lei.

"You two, when you get back, tell your brothers and sisters that they should come to this supermarket to buy things from now on."

Wang Lei was taken aback: "Huh? Isn't there a convenience store near our workplace?"

"I said I'd come here, so I came here." Fu Yang didn't even turn his head.

"Buy more to boost Xiao Zheng's sales performance."

Chen Yu and Wang Lei exchanged a glance, then simultaneously turned to Zheng Xingguang, stood at attention, and saluted.

"Captain, let's buy a case of instant noodles today!"

"...Whatever you want." Zheng Xingguang's lips twitched.

As Fu Yang walked out of the supermarket, he brushed past Bai Ziheng, who was returning from outside.

The two looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

Fu Yang walked a few steps out of the alley, then said something without turning his head.

"Take good care of this kid for me."

Bai Ziheng flicked his cigarette ash: "He's 19 years old, he doesn't need anyone to take care of him."

Fu Yang's figure disappeared at the alley entrance.

Zheng Xingguang stood at the supermarket entrance, staring in that direction for a long time in a daze.

Bai Ziheng walked up behind him, one hand in his pocket and a cigarette between his fingers, and glanced at him.

"Why are you sitting there? Finish moving the goods."

"……oh."