Catherine looked at Li Zhiyan standing before her, her sense of superiority brimming.
In the presence of a yellow-skinned person, she always maintained the "nobility" of a white person.
She held deep disdain for Li Zhiyan.
That man who wouldn’t stand up for his own son—whatever she asked him to do, he would comply.
Whether it was massaging her feet or other tasks, even cleaning toilets, he was ridiculously obedient.
Li Zhiyan picked up Catherine’s black silk-clad jade-like foot. This humiliating life was sothing he had long grown used to. For the sake of survival, holding these black silk-covered feet every day had beco unavoidable.
The burden of life weighed as heavily as a thousand pounds.
Li Zhiyan thought to himself.
As she enjoyed Li Zhiyan’s massage, Catherine placed her foot on his stomach—a habit she had already ford.
"Li Zhiyan, you wouldn’t have any objections if I told you to clean the toilet, would you?"
"Of course not."
Li Zhiyan replied indifferently. Anyway, this matter wouldn’t land on his head in the end.
He definitely had no objections.
"As long as you don’t mind. Well, let’s have the toilets in the marketing departnt handed over to you too."
"Understood, President Catherine."
Seeing Li Zhiyan agree so readily, Catherine almost doubted her own ears. But this only deepened her disdain for him.
Grabbing a bottle of yogurt, Catherine leisurely drank it while enjoying Li Zhiyan’s massage.
As she indulged, so yogurt accidentally spilled onto her face.
This scene made Li Zhiyan’s eyes linger; he couldn’t help feeling that Catherine’s dignity had been thoroughly humiliated.
Catherine hastily scraped the yogurt off her face with her hand.
"Go get so tissues!"
"It’s all over the place."
Before her words were fully spoken, Catherine changed her mind. Truthfully, the loneliness she had been suppressing for so long was now erupting inside her.
But she deceived herself, using this thod as an excuse to humiliate Li Zhiyan.
Ever since she started asking Li Zhiyan to massage her feet, she had developed a liking for the sensation.
In her innermost thoughts, Catherine felt there was sothing oddly exhilarating about having soone as lowly as Li Zhiyan, a yellow-skinned person, massage her, a noble white-skinned individual.
It was a strange, forbidden interaction between the lowly and the noble.
"Clean it up for ."
She said as she extended her fingers toward Li Zhiyan.
Looking at her white, smooth fingers, Li Zhiyan gently placed Catherine’s fingers into his mouth.
He cleaned off the yogurt from them.
Afterward, Catherine gazed at Li Zhiyan with satisfaction.
She thought her subordinate was now thoroughly obedient.
When he left, Li Zhiyan carried an overwhelming sense of humiliation.
At the doorway, he saw Liu Jinxin waiting with a smug sense of superiority. Li Zhiyan continued, "President Catherine asked you to clean the toilets in the marketing departnt too."
"She’s going to inspect them. If you do a good job, you might get promoted to team leader in the future."
Looking at Li Zhiyan’s "jealous" gaze, Liu Jinxin felt an inner burst of satisfaction. So what if they had joined Changlong Group at the sa ti?
He was going to get promoted. Once he climbed up the ranks, he could manipulate Li Zhiyan at will. After all, orders from a superior had to be obeyed.
Now, he hoped Li Zhiyan wouldn’t quit too quickly.
After leaving the company, Li Zhiyan experienced a rare mont of joy—finding money.
Even though it was the sa 1,000 yuan, the feeling of holding ten crisp 100-yuan bills seed far weightier than simply seeing a number.
"If I withdrew all my 150,000 yuan savings, it should feel quite heavy too, right?"
At this mont, Lai Feifei was slowly waking up at ho.
She couldn’t quite rember what had happened last night, but snippets of her kissing Li Zhiyan in front of Shen Hongi ca to mind.
A completely sober Lai Feifei’s face turned instantly red as she touched her burning cheeks.
She felt an overwhelming sense of sha. All along, she had considered herself to be the type of aloof, icy beauty—the distant, elegant married woman.
Yet after drinking, she couldn’t control herself.
Ever since Shen Hongi brought Li Zhiyan into their circle, she found herself unable to resist teasing him every ti she drank.
The dragon fruit incident last ti had even led to an absurd misunderstanding with Li Zhiyan, where he had briefly tasted her black silk.
The awkwardness had barely passed, yet last night she’d gotten herself into another episode.
"No, I absolutely can’t continue like this. I need to quit drinking."
"But, what exactly is the relationship between Li Zhiyan and Shen Hongi?"
Thinking about the two of them kissing passionately near the restroom door, Shen Hongi with her head down, Lai Feifei’s curiosity intensified.
At the sa ti, a subtle jealousy began to brew within her.
Drunk or sober, deep down she genuinely liked Li Zhiyan, this younger man.
...
That evening, when Li Zhiyan returned ho, Zhao Shumin was cooking dinner in the kitchen.
Today, Zhao Shumin had another frustrating day searching for a job.
She still wanted to find work related to fashion design, but all she could find were waitress jobs with low pay and grueling conditions.
In the end, she decided to co ho earlier to cook dinner for Li Zhiyan.
"Aunt Zhao."
Walking into the kitchen, Zhao Shumin instinctively took a few steps back when she saw Li Zhiyan, a clear wariness in her expression.
"Xiao Yan, behave yourself."
"It’s so hot in the kitchen. Go back to your room and enjoy the air conditioning."
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