The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Ye Zhenzhen's room is not big.

A 1.5-meter-wide bed stood against the wall, its white sheets printed with light pink floral patterns. Several dolls were piled up at the head of the bed, crammed together in a crooked and awkward manner.

It seems so incongruous for someone so serious and aloof, someone who exudes "keep away," to appear in a bedroom filled with girlish charm.

"Sir, why don't you sleep in the next room?"

Zhou Huaijin, however, reached out and unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, then lay down directly on his bed.

"I'm not going."

Ye Zhenzhen reluctantly gave an "oh".

"Then move over a little, make some room for me."

She opened the wardrobe again, wanting to change into comfortable clothes for her afternoon nap.

Ye Zhenzhen's bed was very small; Zhou Huaijin's outstretched arm took up most of its width.

He leaned against the bed and watched Ye Zhenzhen open the wardrobe door, which was crammed with her colorful clothes.

There was a blue and white school uniform in the closet. It was neatly folded and placed under several old T-shirts. His gaze fell on the school uniform, paused for a moment, something in his eyes seemed to sink in, then resurfaced.

There are several photos of her with her hair in a ponytail and wearing a school uniform on the photo wall above her bed. Her face was rounder then, and she looked innocent with a touch of naivety.

Ye Zhenzhen had just picked up a set of loungewear when she suddenly felt a warmth around her waist as a large hand reached into her wardrobe.

"Ye Zhenzhen".

The figure behind him spoke in a low, husky voice with a hint of laughter.

"Can you still wear your school uniform?"

It took Ye Zhenzhen a few seconds to realize what he meant.

Damn it, I've run into a pervert...

"What, do you need help?"

"I...I'll change it myself..."

Ye Zhenzhen's face was already flushed with embarrassment.

The summer school uniform consisted of a short skirt and a T-shirt. Her weight was not much different from before, except that her bust size had increased significantly.

This sight ignited a secret fire in the eyes of one of the older men.

"come over."

He sat on his small bed, still looking as serious as ever.

Ye Zhenzhen clutched the hem of her skirt, her face flushed, and sat down.

A low chuckle reached my ears:

"So greedy? Hmm?"

A flash of white light went through Ye Zhenzhen's mind, and she bit her lip tightly to keep herself from making a sound.

She was supposed to take a nap, but instead she ended up playing a shameful game with him!

She was exhausted afterward.

The two of them squeezed onto the small bed. Zhou Huaijin was shirtless, with several fine scratches on his body.

I felt something under me, reached down and pulled it out. It was a small Doraemon toy, probably rolled off the headboard when I was shaking it.

Ye Zhenzhen leaned softly against his chest.

She slept in this bed for over twenty years, from childhood to adulthood. In those years, she would lie in this bed reading romance novels late into the night, hiding them under her pillow, afraid her mother would find them. She had countless dreams about the future in this bed—dreams about love, about distant places, about a vague, towering figure she had never seen.

She never imagined that, years later, a man would be lying in this bed.

He was the first, and probably the only, man to sleep in this bed.

However, during her youthful and naive years, her understanding of love was limited to holding hands and kissing.

But today, he pulled me along...

Some people may seem serious, but they're actually more extravagant than anyone else!

Ye Zhenzhen kicked him angrily.

You pervert! You've ruined someone's youth!

……

I slept soundly and for a long time during that afternoon nap.

The elderly Ye couple waited downstairs for almost two hours. Ye's mother would occasionally walk to the top of the stairs, crane her neck to look up, and listen with her ears, but there was no sound at all.

"This boss can sleep a lot, huh?" Mr. Ye lowered his voice and winked at Mrs. Ye. "Is he usually too tired from work? He doesn't seem like the type to slack off."

Mother Ye sighed in exasperation, "How could Zhenzhen oversleep too? This child, doesn't she know how to wake up her boss? Oh dear, your daughter is so clueless, just like you."

The elderly couple were anxious but dared not go up and knock on the door.

It wasn't until 3 p.m. that any movement came from the stairs.

Ye Zhenzhen came downstairs carrying a bundle of bed sheets and hung them on the clothesline in the yard, still looking like she hadn't woken up yet.

"You, all you know how to do is wash your own sheets," Ye's mother grumbled from behind, "don't you even think about changing your dad's sheets too."

Mother Ye turned her head and looked apologetically at Zhou Huaijin, who was coming down the stairs.

"Oh, Secretary, our room hasn't been cleaned either, please don't mind."

Zhou Huaijin was still wearing that gray shirt, only now it was a bit wrinkled.

"You're welcome, Auntie. I rested very well." His voice was gentle and polite, his gaze sweeping over Ye Zhenzhen and landing on the bed sheet she was holding.

Ye Zhenzhen bit her lip, puffing out her cheeks in anger. What do you mean by "resting well"? Is what he did in her room considered rest? The sheets have all been changed.

She glared at him, but he acted as if he didn't see it and even reached out to smooth out the other corner of the sheet for her.

Watching this scene, Ye's mother silently sighed, "The big leader really has no airs at all; he even helped his daughter air out the bed sheets."

The afternoon was packed with activities. First, in the county government's small conference room, Zhou Huaijin held a brief but intensive development meeting for the cadres from Nan Jing.

"I've seen the data from the Culture and Tourism Bureau, and the growth rate is indeed encouraging. But my question is—where do tourists stay? What do they eat? Besides those few popular photo spots, are there any other places to go?"

"Transportation Bureau, have you prepared a traffic plan for the Qingming Festival holiday? How much more do you expect the number of tourists to increase compared to the same period last year? Are there enough shuttle buses? Are there enough parking spaces?"

Several departments took turns reporting; some answered fluently, while others stammered.

Zhou Huaijin listened to the whole thing without getting angry, but he also didn't offer any extra praise.

Finally, he closed the folder and said, "Proceed according to the timeline set today. I'll have someone come and supervise next week."

It was past five o'clock when we finished.

As Ye Zhenzhen walked out of the conference room and into the corridor, she saw Yang Guanyu standing by the window, carrying a bulging plastic bag.

"Zhenzhen." He beckoned to her, walked over, and handed her the bag. "These are some seeds I got. Plant whatever you like."

Ye Zhenzhen took the bag and glanced inside. Besides the watermelon, cucumbers, tomatoes, and rapeseed she had specifically requested, there were many other things. Green beans, loofah, lettuce, cilantro, and spinach were packed in separate kraft paper envelopes, with the variety name and planting month neatly written on each envelope in ballpoint pen.

"Thank you so much, senior. This is far too much." Ye Zhenzhen said, carrying the bag with great gratitude.

Yang Guanyu then produced a small bag from behind him, containing several small packets of fertilizer and a few tender green rice seedlings with their roots wrapped in damp paper towels.

"This is a fruit tomato seedling, and this is a cream strawberry seedling."

"They'll survive if planted outdoors now. The weather has warmed up, and the large temperature difference between day and night actually makes them sweeter. When you plant them, pay attention to the spacing; don't crowd them together. Leave at least a hand's breadth of space between each plant."

Ye Zhenzhen looked at the seedlings with curiosity and anticipation: "Wow, that's great! I'll be able to eat strawberries I grew myself soon. Wait, how long will it take for them to bear fruit?"

"Tomatoes take about two months, strawberries a little longer, a little over a month," Yang Guanyu said with a smile, patting the dirt off his hands. "If you have any questions, just ask me."

"Of course, senior, you're an expert." Ye Zhenzhen carefully took the seedlings.

Zhou Huaijin had somehow reached the other end of the corridor, his gaze fixed on the two people. His expression was somewhat cold, but his emotions were unreadable.

Ye Zhenzhen turned her head and chuckled twice: "Boss, may I borrow your trunk?"

Zhou Huaijin ignored her and turned to leave.

Ye Zhenzhen followed behind, carrying the pile of seeds and seedlings, her mind filled with doubt.

Why are you giving me attitude again?

It's not like she's the only one who's growing them to eat.

Yang Guanyu quickly caught up, his tone polite and considerate: "Secretary, it's getting late. Why don't you have a meal here before heading back? There are a few newly opened farmhouses in Nanjing now; the environment is nice, and the food is good—"

"No need," Zhou Huaijin interrupted him, her tone indifferent.

He took two steps, then suddenly stopped, turned his head, and glanced at Ye Zhenzhen.

"Where's that barbecue place you mentioned last time?"