The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Zhou Huaijin moved all her work home and wouldn't go out unless there was an important meeting or arrangement. She would come back as soon as she finished, sometimes not even having time to take off her coat before checking on the baby in the crib.

Ye Zhenzhen's life consisted of lying in bed playing on her phone, breastfeeding, and eating postpartum meals.

A postpartum nanny prepares at least six meals a day, with various snacks served in rotation. Although the meals are all light, they are carefully balanced.

Ye Zhenzhen ate with relish. Her mother also gave her a long list of precautions, such as not being able to cut her nails, cut her hair, or touch cold water during her postpartum period, and not being able to look at her phone too much, as it would damage her eyes.

Ye Zhenzhen wondered why women were so vulnerable during postpartum confinement. She saw on TV that women in Europe and America didn't observe postpartum confinement and even drank ice water. She only dared to think about it in her heart and replied with "I know" aloud.

As soon as her mother left, she secretly took out her phone and started scrolling through it very quickly.

During the day, she did nothing but eat and breastfeed. To help her get a good night's sleep, Ye's mother took the two children to sleep on the second floor, afraid that their crying would disturb her.

If I'm breastfeeding, I have to get up every two or three hours to feed my baby formula at night, which is exhausting.

Ye Zhenzhen uses a breast pump to express milk before going to bed, and then has to pump again in the middle of the night.

Every night I wake up in a daze, stuff the breast pump into my bra, close my eyes and wait for about ten minutes before falling back asleep.

The rest of the work is up to the child's father.

Zhou Huaijin poured out the expressed milk, washed the breast pump and put it in the sterilizer, then returned to bed. By then, the other person was already dreaming.

She spent her postpartum period day by day, cycling between breastfeeding, eating, sleeping, and scrolling through her phone.

Ye Zhenzhen's most important task right now is to name her child.

She asked Zhou Huaijin, "Old Zhou, what are your thoughts on the child's name?"

Zhou Huaijin was looking at documents nearby, not even looking up: "I have no opinion. You gave birth to her, so you can name her whatever you want."

This put her in a difficult position, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

She had to register her child's birth after her confinement period, and she spent her days flipping through books and looking up historical allusions, but she still couldn't figure it out.

Until one day, while doing her homework on appreciating classical Chinese poetry, she came across the line: "Who sends a letter from the clouds? When the wild geese return, the moon is full over the western tower."

She stared at that sentence for a long time, finding it both beautiful and gentle.

So the two children were named Jinshu (the younger sister) and Yanhui (the older brother).

Mother Ye nodded repeatedly upon hearing this: "It sounds nice, it's a name that comes across as cultured."

Zhou Huaijin also said, "Very good."

With the name issue resolved, Ye Zhenzhen finally felt at ease.

But she started to get bored after only half of her postpartum period was over.

Unable to go out in the wind, the monthly meals were prepared in various ways, but they still tasted bland and tasteless to her. Zhou Huaijin ate with her every day, which actually cured his own stomach problems completely.

But Ye Zhenzhen was really craving it, and she groaned as she looked at the pile of bland postpartum meals.

I want to eat boiled fish.

Ye's mother immediately interrupted her: "No, you can't eat that. It will cause internal heat, and if your milk gets blocked, you'll suffer even more."

"Then I'll eat the iced watermelon."

In the sweltering summer, all she wanted was something icy cold, but her mother would scald all the fruit at home with hot water before she dared to give it to her.

"No way! How can you eat cold food during postpartum confinement? What if you develop health problems later? Just hold on for a few more days," Ye's mother reminded her ruthlessly.

Ye Zhenzhen pouted and looked at Zhou Huaijin.

Zhou Huaijin smiled slightly: "I'll listen to Mom."

Ye Zhenzhen: !!

She stormed back to bed and lay down in a huff.

Zhou Huaijin sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to pinch her cheek: "Mom is doing this for your own good."

She snorted, turned her face away, and ignored him.

As he got up to go to the study, she suddenly sat up in bed and called out softly.

"Old Zhou~"

Then she grabbed his sleeve and wouldn't let go.

"I want an iced cola, a small butter latte, and a cheese grape milk foam drink..."

She shook his arm, "Just get me a drink, your wife is about to get postpartum depression."

She kissed and hugged him, clinging to his arm like a piece of candy he couldn't shake off.

"When you come back from your meeting this afternoon, can you sneak him in?"

Zhou Huaijin, unable to resist her persistence, looked down at those bright, sparkling eyes and sighed.

"We'll see."

Ye Zhenzhen spent the whole afternoon filled with anticipation, like a kitten kept at home waiting for its owner to return from hunting.

When the door opened, she sat up with a start, threw her phone on the bed, and ran outside.

She saw that Zhou Huaijin was indeed carrying a milk tea bag, and excitedly rushed over, whispering, "Ahhh, Lao Zhou, you're so great—"

Before her hand could even touch the bag, Ye's mother appeared out of nowhere and snatched it away, saying, "You can't drink it."

"mom--"

"Mom is no use either."

Mother Ye confiscated the milk tea and then turned to scold Zhou Huaijin, "You're such a grown man, why are you playing along with her nonsense? What if she gets sick from it?"

"That takeout is made with poison."

He turned and called over Mr. Ye, handing him the milk tea: "Old Ye, drink this."

Mr. Ye said, "I don't like this kind of food."

"It cost quite a bit, you should drink it quickly, don't waste it!"

"Tsk, this thing is ice cold."

"A cool drink is just right to relieve internal heat; we can't waste money."

Ye Zhenzhen looked up at the sky speechlessly and returned to her room in a depressed mood.

After a while, Zhou Huaijin pushed the door open and tossed his thermos to her.

"what?"

"Open it and take a look."

Ye Zhenzhen unscrewed the thermos and was surprised to find a hidden world inside.

The top layer was a milky white cheese foam, mixed with the aroma of fresh grapes, making Ye Zhenzhen's mouth water.

This moment is simply blissful.

Zhou Huaijin got up first, locked the bedroom door from the inside, and then instructed her, "Warm it in your mouth before swallowing, and only drink a few sips."

"Mmm-hmm." Ye Zhenzhen nodded happily.

She took a sip, and the cool, creamy milk foam, mixed with the sweet taste of grapes, melted on her tongue, making her eyes squint with satisfaction.

"Old Zhou, you're so cunning, pulling this trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but give her man a thumbs up.

"Is it delicious?" Zhou Huaijin watched her, who was like a child, so happy about the delicious food that she wanted to spin around on the spot.

"It's so delicious." She took another big gulp of cheese and kissed him on the cheek with satisfaction.

He cupped the back of her head with his other hand and deepened the brief kiss.

Ye Zhenzhen was breathless from his kiss and turned her head away to avoid it, but her hand accidentally touched the phone lying on the bed.

The screen lit up, and a greasy sound came from the video:

"Sister, is your bed big? Aren't you afraid to sleep alone?"

Zhou Huaijin paused, his gaze sharpening.

He looked down and saw a young man on the screen, wearing a loose shirt and partially exposed skin, winking at the camera.

"Ye Zhenzhen, is this all you're reading during your postpartum confinement?"