The pushover offended a top-tier boss

When Lin Zhi arrived, Chen Zheng and Ye Zhenzhen were each slurping noodles in a stainless steel bowl.

Their eyes met, and Lin Zhi was taken aback: "What are you doing here?"

Chen Zheng coughed lightly: "Eat...eat rice noodles."

Lin Zhi rolled her eyes at him, sat down next to Ye Zhenzhen, and reached out to touch her belly: "It seems to have grown bigger than it did a few days ago."

Ye Zhenzhen looked at this one, then at that one, feeling that something was off: "You two know each other?"

Lin Zhi replied expressionlessly, "I don't know him."

Chen Zheng lowered his head silently, but his eyes secretly glanced in her direction.

Ye Zhenzhen and Lin Zhi chatted and ate non-stop, completely ignoring Chen Zheng.

While I was enjoying my meal, a hand suddenly grabbed the back of my neck.

Zhou Huaijin stood behind her, leaned down, and said in a cool but indifferent voice, "So that's why I couldn't find you. You've come out to steal food again?"

Before Ye Zhenzhen could even swallow the fried egg in her mouth, she immediately pointed at Chen Zheng: "Chen Zheng brought me here! He even encouraged me to call Zhizhi over too!"

Lin Zhi calmly ate his noodles beside him and nodded in agreement: "That's right."

Chen Zheng put down his chopsticks, his face showing an "I admit it" expression: "Fine, it's me."

Poor Ye Zhenzhen ate only half of it before Zhou Huaijin took her away, and she returned to Bin City that afternoon.

Zhou Huaijin's work is not so busy anymore, especially recently, he wished he could move his office home.

Ye Zhenzhen's school has already made arrangements. I heard that the Zhou family donated money to the school, so she can take classes online this semester and transfer to the Sino-foreign cooperative campus in Binzhou next semester.

So she had some free time. At first, she quite enjoyed it. The two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they were inseparable all day long, hugging and cuddling. Their days were like honey.

But gradually Ye Zhenzhen realized that she was like a lamb entering a tiger's den.

He stares at her all day long; who knows when he might drag her away and ravage her.

She even shamelessly turned the tables and accused him of seducing her.

She scolded him, and he told her not to act cute.

Ye Zhenzhen started to get annoyed, feeling that it was better for men to have some ambition.

Before, when he was busy, she complained that he didn't have time for her. Now that he's not busy and spends all his time around her, she complains that he's too clingy.

He accompanied her to every prenatal checkup. The two of them would appear at the hospital together. He would support her waist, and since she walked slowly, he would follow her at a leisurely pace, occasionally looking down to ask, "Are you tired?"

After a while, everyone in the circle knew that Secretary Zhou was a doting husband.

Ye Zhenzhen had actually planned to sneak some junk food while he was away, but he was watching her like she was a thief. Every time she opened the food delivery app, his head would pop out from the side and say quietly, "This won't do."

She's seven months pregnant, and the two little ones are moving around more and more enthusiastically, especially when Ye Zhenzhen drinks milk tea, they start doing somersaults inside her.

Zhou Huaijin still felt that she was malnourished, and the doctor said that she was still two kilograms short of the standard weight.

Ye Zhenzhen ate about the same as before, but it seemed that all the nutrition was being absorbed by the two little ones. Apart from her growing belly, she remained as slender as ever.

But that's not right either, because the breasts are affected by pregnancy hormones and have grown a lot.

This gave someone a perk. Every time he took a shower, he would use the excuse that "I'm in my late pregnancy and it's easy to slip" to insist on coming into the bathroom with him.

Ye Zhenzhen had lost count of how many times he had tricked her into going in with the same excuse. Every time she would say, "I don't need you to help me wash," and then he would say in a serious tone, "No, you're quite far along in your pregnancy, you have to be careful."

Once the door is closed and the water is turned on, they become exceptionally meticulous in their "care".

Ye Zhenzhen thought he was a bit of a pervert; how could he have so many thoughts about a pregnant woman?!

When the weather gets hot, she simply wears his T-shirt at home. It's white, loose-fitting, and can be worn as a nightgown. The hem just covers her upper thighs, revealing her two fair and slender legs. It's cool and comfortable.

She leaned back on the sofa, her legs draped over his, and he trimmed her nails with nail clippers.

The living room was quiet, with only the crisp "click" of nail clippers. Xiao Zhou lay on the other end of the sofa, wagging its tail. A variety show was playing on TV.

"Old Zhou, I'm hungry," Ye Zhenzhen said softly, with a hint of coquetry.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked without even looking up.

"Hehe Mala Tang".

"It's too late, and it's unhealthy. It's oily and spicy. If you eat it before bed, you'll get a sore throat tomorrow," he explained patiently.

"No, no!" Ye Zhenzhen immediately became unhappy, kicking his knee with her leg. "I want to eat now, right now, immediately."

Zhou Huaijin put down the nail clippers and glanced at her.

She was glaring at him, her lips slightly pouting, her eyes wide and round, looking like she was ready to throw a tantrum if he didn't buy it for her.

Helpless, he picked up the phone and ordered someone to do it immediately.

They didn't like outsiders disturbing their home, and they didn't arrange for anyone to take care of them during their pregnancies, only hiring people to clean and cook regularly.

Ye Zhenzhen waited and waited, and less than twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

A deliveryman in uniform stood at the door carrying an elegant insulated box. He opened it and found several foil-sealed boxes inside, steaming hot.

Zhou Huaijin brought the food to the dining table and opened it, steam rising up.

She leaned closer to take a look and saw that it contained noodles and vegetables, as well as several king crab legs, sea cucumbers, and abalone. The soup base was milky white and looked very delicious.

But what kind of mala tang is like this?

Ye Zhenzhen picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, ate two bites, then pouted and put it down: "It's not the taste I want. I want the kind with lots of sesame paste, chili oil, vinegar, and sticky corn noodles with vegetables."

As she spoke, she gestured, "This is too bland, like a health tonic."

Zhou Huaijin said helplessly, "I'll eat it when I wake up tomorrow."

She wouldn't have it: "I want to eat now, or I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Seeing her determined look, Zhou Huaijin took a deep breath, resignedly stood up, grabbed his car keys, and went out.

When he found the mala tang restaurant, the owner was rolling up the shutter, preparing to close.

He quickly stepped forward and stopped them, taking out two hundred yuan: "Could you please make another one?"

The boss sized up the man with an extraordinary air about him and roughly figured out that he must be from a wealthy family.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The owner turned around, went back into the shop, and started a fire.

Zhou Huaijin stood to the side, constantly glancing at the soup in the owner's pot, then at the dish in his hand:

"Boss, may I ask what ingredients are included in this mala tang?"

The boss chuckled, "It's a secret recipe, how could I tell you?"

Zhou Huaijin then asked, "Are there any additives?"

"How many times have you washed the vegetables?"

"Was that wood ear mushroom leftover from the previous day?"

"Does the noodles contain any glue?"

The boss became increasingly uneasy as he listened, instantly becoming alert and raising his eyebrows:

"Go away, go away, I'm not selling it to you!"

Zhou Huaijin then realized that the boss thought he had come to cause trouble.

He quickly explained, "I'm sorry, my wife is pregnant and just wants to eat this. I'm just worried about whether she can eat it."

Upon hearing this, the shop owner suddenly realized, "This pregnant woman loves to eat these things; they stimulate her appetite."

"Just tell your wife not to drink the soup, and to eat less of this stuff too, just enough to satisfy her craving."

The owner quickly cooked a serving, packed it up, and handed it over, even including a few extra quail eggs.

"Take this, give it to the pregnant woman to nourish her."

Zhou Huaijin took the takeout box, thanked him, and immediately rushed home.

When the door was opened, the person on the sofa was already asleep with their head tilted to one side, still holding their phone in their hand, the screen still lit up with a food delivery app.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at her sleeping soundly. Just a moment ago she was saying, "I can't sleep until I get to eat today," but the next second she was fast asleep like a baby.