The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Zhou Huaijin stood behind Ye Zhenzhen and coldly uttered four words:

"Go inside and sleep."

Ye Zhenzhen snorted and followed behind reluctantly.

He's angry again. Why does he get angry so easily?

Even though we're married, she still gives me attitude every day. Humph!

Once inside the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed and moved closer to him.

"I just played a little longer, look at your long face."

She reached out and poked the corner of his mouth, forcing a smile.

"Come on, smile."

Zhou Huaijin snorted and turned his head away.

"Just a little while? How long were you yelling and shouting in the living room?" He became increasingly annoyed. "Gaming is the beginning of wasting your life."

"Oh dear, I haven't played in ages..."

"The two of them were carrying me on their backs while we were eating."

"Isn't that because you can't eat it? We don't want to tempt you."

Ye Zhenzhen leaned closer, put her arm around his, and gave him a light peck on the lips.

"Okay, don't be angry."

She then raised her finger to assure her:

"Tomorrow, I'll research what dishes are good for the stomach and taste delicious, okay?"

"No good." Zhou Huaijin disagreed.

"I'm still not full today."

"Then what do you want—"

Before she could even ask, someone showed her the answer through their actions.

Another night of backache and muscle soreness.

-

As expected, Ye Zhenzhen didn't get up in the morning. She turned over and buried her face in the pillow, like a cat that refused to leave its bed. The person next to her, however, had already begun to get dressed in a rustling sound. The rustling of the shirt fabric was particularly clear in the quiet room, followed by the crisp metallic sound of the belt buckle.

Ye Zhenzhen was woken up by the noise and groggily opened one eye.

"Oh dear, why do you have to go to work on Sunday..." Her voice was still hoarse from just waking up.

"Something's up," Zhou Huaijin said.

Ye Zhenzhen felt he was too busy. She reached out and wrapped her arms around him like a boneless octopus, her face pressed against his back, her voice muffled: "No, sleep with me a little longer..."

"Something really happened." He looked down at her; her eyes were closed, her lips slightly pouting, and she refused to let go.

"Sleep a little longer..."

She didn't know when it started, but she felt incredibly safe sleeping with him. His warmth, his breath, his heartbeat made her feel especially peaceful. Every time he left, even though she could stay in bed a little longer, she couldn't sleep soundly. Zhou Huaijin, on the other hand, was always an early riser. She actually preferred to sleep in each other's arms until they naturally woke up, then get up together to wash and eat—that was true warmth. But their sleep schedules were always like shifts—he'd get up before she did, she'd get up when he left, their positions always overlapping.

Zhou Huaijin looked down at the little thing in his arms, who was sleepy but wouldn't let go. The neckline of her pajamas was askew, revealing a large expanse of her fair shoulders and collarbone.

A sudden warmth welled up in my heart.

He picked up his phone from the bedside table and made a call.

"Lin Rui, postpone today's meeting by one hour."

After hanging up the phone, I bent down to unbutton the buttons I had just fastened and got back into bed.

Ye Zhenzhen felt the mattress in front of her sink in, and a hand reached in, touching the skin on her waist, the palm warm.

He already felt intensely when he woke up in the morning, and she, in her dazed state, recklessly teased him.

Ye Zhenzhen felt the mischievous hand and couldn't help but protest, "I meant sleeping..."

Her explanation was swallowed up by the kiss.

He surrendered while half asleep and half awake.

She couldn't resist and scratched a faint red mark on his chin with her fingernails.

Looking at the mark afterwards, I felt a little guilty and touched his chin with my finger.

"How about we put a band-aid on it?"

Zhou Huaijin glanced at himself in the mirror. The red mark wasn't deep, but its location was too obvious, right on his jawline near the corner of his mouth, impossible to cover up.

He frowned, turned to look at her, and said, "Trying to cover it up?"

Ye Zhenzhen fell silent. Whatever. It's not like she's the one going to work.

She leaned against the headboard, wrapped in the blanket, watching him re-button his shirt.

"Come home early after get off work, let's make steamed buns together. I read online that fermented dough is good for the stomach, so I've researched several different fillings."

Zhou Huaijin walked to the door and glanced back at her. She was huddled in the blankets, only her face was visible, her hair was messy, and her face still had the blush left from the ordeal just now.

He grunted in agreement and closed the door.

Beijing. The Zhou Family Old Residence.

Xu Shihan's visit surprised Zhou's mother, but she was more displeased than surprised.

She sipped her tea slowly, her gaze falling on the young woman opposite her, whose makeup was exquisite but whose eyes betrayed her anxiety.

"Auntie, please help me," Xu Shihan said, her eyes red from crying. "I really love Ajin. I've been waiting for him all these years..."

Mrs. Zhou put down her teacup, the bottom of which made a crisp sound as it hit the table. "Miss Xu, our two families used to be on good terms, and I originally liked you very much. Five years ago, you made a mistake because of a moment of confusion, and I even understood that you were young and had taken a wrong turn, and I spoke up for you."

Her voice was gentle, but that gentleness carried a distinct distance. "But you, out of jealousy, want to ruin other people's relationships. Is this the behavior of a lady from a respectable family?"

Xu Shihan's face paled for a moment. "Auntie, it's all because I care about Ajin too much, I don't want to lose him..."

"Miss Xu, your every word and action represents your family. Don't you feel ashamed to debase yourself like this because of a man?"

Zhou's mother frowned and added, "Also, Zhouzhou is already married, and the wedding will be held in the spring. We won't be sending you an invitation, and please don't come again."

Xu Shihan sat there, as if all her strength had been drained away. Her lips were trembling, and her nails dug into the flesh of her palms.

"How...how could he...marry that woman!"

"Auntie, what do I lack compared to that woman? How could you possibly agree to let her into the family?"

Zhou's mother looked at her and couldn't help but sneer. "Then tell me, what makes you better than her? Referring to 'that woman' all the time, is this how you're raised?"

"If you can let go gracefully and leave with dignity, you might still retain some goodwill. But your current entanglement only makes you look bad."

When Xu Shihan came out of the Zhou family, she was completely numb.

Zhou Huaijin got married. Her mother, who had always been so kind to her, actually said those things.

Recently, because of her own petty actions, the Zhou family had caused her father a lot of trouble. He scolded her severely, saying she was "more trouble than she's worth." He even arranged a marriage for her with a forty-year-old divorced businessman whose hair was already thinning. She thought her father doted on her, but in the end, she could only become a pawn in his schemes.

Why? She waited until she was thirty-four to marry that kind of old man. Why should Zhou Huaijin be newlywed? Why should he be embracing that woman and living a happy life?

She opened her phone and looked at the folder about Ye Zhenzhen, which contained information that she had paid a lot of money to have someone find out.

Bin City is not peaceful these days. She wants to see how Zhou Huaijin will hold a grand wedding for her.