The pushover offended a top-tier boss

A cold, angry voice rang in her ears.

Ye Zhenzhen felt a chill run down her spine and reached out to grab the phone: "Oh dear, these are all recommended by the platform. I usually use them for study materials."

She quickly swiped away, but the next video was even more outrageous: a shirtless internet celebrity was twisting her waist in front of the camera.

"These are definitely paid traffic sites, haha..."

She gritted her teeth and kept paddling, and then another woman with wet hair and half-naked body appeared, saying "Goodnight, sister" to the camera.

Big data really does have a way of precisely targeting poverty alleviation...

She chuckled dryly, "Well... actually, I'd just give it a thumbs up at most; it's mainly about providing emotional support."

Zhou Huaijin leaned down, his voice thick with bitterness, and quietly slipped his hand inside her loose nightgown.

She had already gained weight during breastfeeding, and she shuddered, "Oh no, not yet—"

"If it's not working out, why look at other men?"

She doesn't even think about her own husband, but she's thinking about those flashy, cheap women.

She was so guilty that she could only beg for mercy in a low voice:

"Ugh... I'm never watching it again..."

But Zhou Huaijin wasn't so easy to talk to; he sneered:

"You like liking things, right?"

"I didn't like it, it was just a slip of the hand..." Ye Zhenzhen whispered, trying to make amends.

"Slip of the hand?"

"I'd like to see just how slippery it is."

Next, Ye Zhenzhen's wrists started to ache.

He wailed inwardly: Damn it, I'll teach you a lesson for liking things randomly again.

Half asleep in the middle of the night, Ye Zhenzhen got up to pump milk. With her eyes closed, she used muscle memory to shove the breast pump into her pajamas and turn it on.

Nothing happened.

She pressed it again, but there was still no response.

Looking down, I saw the indicator light was off; the battery was completely dead.

She was so sleepy her eyelids were drooping, and her mind wasn't fully awake yet. She subconsciously nudged the person next to her: "Old Zhou, the breast pump is out of power..."

This time, someone approached easily and voluntarily added food to their meal.

He even grabbed her hand again.

Ye Zhenzhen was so sleepy she could have fallen asleep in a second, but his antics woke her up completely.

She glared at him, her face flushed, while the smile on his lips was strikingly clear in the moonlight.

"Shameless!" she muttered in a low voice.

-

The two little ones are changing every day and starting to gain weight.

Her little face was round and chubby, and the flesh on her legs looked like sections of white radish.

Ye Zhenzhen loved it so much that she couldn't get enough of it, hugging it every day and smelling its milky fragrance. It was so soft and cuddly, even more addictive than petting a cat.

Xiao Zhou would always squat curiously by the crib, tilting its head to look at the two little things. Occasionally, it would reach out its paw to touch them, but Ye Zhenzhen would gently slap it away. Then it would lick its paw and squat down to continue watching.

However, neither Ye's mother nor the postpartum nanny allowed her to hold the baby for long periods of time, saying it would easily cause back pain and that she should take care of herself first.

She verbally agreed, but when they weren't looking, she would secretly hug them for a while, and when they found out, she would quickly put them back, like a thief.

Actually, she felt she had almost fully recovered. Her back didn't hurt, her stomach didn't hurt, and the incision was now just a short mark that had scabbed over and was covered with a scar dressing; it was almost invisible unless you looked closely.

The only thing that bothered her was her lower abdomen. She pinched the soft flesh on her belly and kicked the scale in frustration.

I haven't gained any weight, so how come my belly is still there even after I've had a baby?

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself from left to right, but she was still not satisfied.

The postpartum nanny chuckled as she watched, "Yours is still very small. Many women still look like they have another baby in their belly after giving birth. Don't worry, you haven't fully recovered yet, it will disappear in a few months."

"You've maintained this condition so well. After practicing Pilates for a while, you'll quickly regain your former figure."

She felt a little better after hearing this, but the flesh in the mirror was still there, and she couldn't help but pinch it a couple more times.

Ye Zhenzhen felt incredibly bored. She couldn't go out, couldn't exercise, and had to avoid certain foods.

She felt like a canary locked in a cage, in a high-class prison.

Zhou Huaijin mostly works from home, and after playing with the children, she would pester him. In the study, he would be looking down at documents, while she would lean against the table and doodle; when he was on the phone in the living room, she would wrap her arms around his waist from behind and press her face against his back; as soon as he sat down on the sofa, she would squeeze in and cling to him, refusing to come out.

After a long, drawn-out affair, both of them were left wanting more. Since they couldn't have sex during her postpartum period, Ye Zhenzhen sighed, "Ugh, why isn't this over yet?"

She suddenly understood the concubines in the cold palace a little better.

Although she's usually quite lazy and a homebody, being confined like this every day, unable to eat or drink anything, makes her feel like she's going crazy.

She saw that Zhou Huaijin seemed to be enjoying herself, going to work and taking care of her child at home, and she wasn't picky about food.

The postpartum nanny said that babies are prone to gas after the first month, and since the father is strong, he can do more "airplane hold" (holding the baby in a slingshot position). Now, both babies have become his exercise equipment.

He carried the children horizontally on his arms, making them dart around the living room like little airplanes, gently rocking them as they went. The two little ones giggled, kicking their short legs in the air, their toothless mouths agape as they laughed until drool dripped from their mouths.

Ye Zhenzhen leaned against the door frame and watched this scene. The corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up. Suddenly, she felt that this kind of life was actually quite good.

But even though these "okay" days are fine, she still wants to get out and get some fresh air as soon as possible.

Finally, the full moon arrived.

Ye Zhenzhen felt like a prisoner released from jail; the moment she pushed open the door, even the wind felt free.

She first went to eat fried chicken burgers and various snacks, while her mother nagged beside her, "You can't drink anything that's iced."

"Eat less spicy food, as it can cause wounds to heal more easily."

Her mouth was stuffed full, and she nodded repeatedly to indicate "I know, I know," before secretly taking a big gulp of cola when no one was looking.

Zhou Huaijin's parents went back to Nanjing first, and Zhou Huaijin took his wife and children back to Beijing to hold a full-month celebration.

The two little ones were dressed in red clothes and red hats, their chubby faces making them look especially festive, like little babies who had stepped out of a New Year's painting.

Zhou Huaijin was driving his spacious SUV, with two child safety seats on either side of the back. Ye Zhenzhen sat in the middle, watching the two little ones.

The two little ones slept the whole way, but when they got home they opened their eyes, curiously turning their black grape-like eyes to look around this unfamiliar place.

As soon as they entered, Yi Huan and Yi Cheng rushed over, excitedly shouting, "They're here! They're here! Uncle and Aunt have brought their little brother and sister!"

Zhou Huaijin and Ye Zhenzhen each held one child, and the two children tiptoed over to look, their eyes sparkling as if they had seen new toys.

Both of Zhou's parents were present. Zhou's father had never seen the children before, so his gaze was naturally fixed on the two little ones.

Zhou Huaijin handed over the one he was holding: "Dad, this is Jinshu."

Mr. Zhou took the swaddled baby, his movements a little stiff. He looked down at the chubby little one in his arms, and although he didn't say anything, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened into a smile, and he couldn't suppress the smile.

Yi Huan and Yi Cheng stood around, saying, "Grandpa, we want to see too!"

"Let me hug my little sister!"

"My little sister is too young to be held," said Mr. Zhou, but he had already bent down to let his little granddaughter's face get close to the two older children.

He reached out and gently touched Jinshu's cheek with his fingertips.

"Let me take a look at another one."

Ye Zhenzhen quickly handed Yan Hui over, and Zhou's father took them, holding one in each arm and holding them steadily. The two little ones lay side by side in his arms.

"Grandpa, can we play with it?"

Yi Huan looked up and asked.

"That's perfect, one for each of us."

"I'll take care of my younger sister, and Yi-huan will take care of my younger brother."

Zhou Huaijin laughed from the side, "Your younger siblings are still small. When they grow up a bit more, I'll play with you."