Confessing To An Annoying Boss

Revenge.

She just wants to see me make a fool of myself. How petty can she be? Qiao Ziman was getting angrier and decided she wasn’t going to take it anymore. She shut down her computer, grabbed her bag, and prepared to go home. Before leaving, she glanced at the car keys on the desk and, after a moment of hesitation, she slipped them into her pocket.

Might as well use it since it’s here.

She went down to the parking lot and found the familiar white Maybach, unlocked it, and threw herself into the soft leather seat of the driver’s side and instinctively gave it a bounce. She thought to herself, it’s really quite nice.

Start the car, press the clutch… Her foot suddenly touched a bag.

Qiao Ziman looked down and saw a black plastic bag, bulging and of such simple packaging that it seemed out of place for this car’s standard. Curious, she bent down, picked up the bag, and gave it a shake. It was quite heavy.

She had no intention of continuing to pry into someone’s privacy. However, the flimsy plastic bag couldn’t handle the weight, and with a loud rustle, the boxes inside scattered everywhere. Qiao Ziman picked up a powder box from her lap and saw the two large characters on the box: “Finger Sleeves.”

What’s a finger sleeve? She squinted and carefully read the instructions and usage illustrations on the back of the box. Then, a suspicious blush slowly crept up her cheeks. The box itself also felt hot to the touch. Instinctively, Qiao Ziman shoved the box back into the bag and nervously looked around.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to the car, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She turned on the air conditioning. The cool breeze slowly eased the heat from her face. Only then did she start picking up the scattered boxes of various sizes.

A fluffy pink cat tail, translucent lingerie, bondage ropes, a whip, and various other tools with names likely to be censored.

Qiao Ziman’s eyes widened as if she had discovered a new world.

These aren’t tools; they’re clearly implements of torture. Who would put these things in their car! This woman was truly terrifying, a sadist. It’s a good thing she didn’t go to her house that day; otherwise, she’d be doomed.

Qiao Ziman lowered the air conditioning a few degrees, clearing the air and her mind. What nonsense was she thinking? She scolded herself quietly, “What does it have to do with me?” and then tossed the items into the back seat before driving away from the company.

The car crawled slowly along the wide road. It took an extra hour to reach the entrance of her neighborhood. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, turned off the car, and took a look at the condition of the area.

The old neighborhood had almost non-existent property management, with complicated road conditions and passages either blocked by debris or filled with street vendor carts. Qiao Ziman really wasn’t confident in her parking skills, fearing she might end up paying a huge repair bill before even getting her ten thousand yuan.

After thinking it over, she greeted the aunt at the nearby supermarket and parked by the roadside in front of the store. After a thorough check to ensure everything was secure, Qiao Ziman finally breathed a sigh of relief and went home.

Once home and having sorted everything out, Qiao Ziman took out her drawing tablet and computer to work through the night on the revisions. Although she said she wouldn’t be accommodating, she would never joke about her work. By 2 AM, Qiao Ziman had finally finished the last part of the revisions.

She set an alarm, took a melatonin tablet, turned off the lights, and went to bed.

Half an hour later, she slowly opened her eyes in the darkness. Not surprisingly, she was once again unable to sleep. Tossing and turning with her mind racing, it wasn’t until the faint light began to creep through the curtain that Qiao Ziman finally drifted off into a daze. But her sleep was far from restful.

In her hazy dream, she actually dreamt of that woman, Chi Yin.

She was wearing that sheer, gossamer lingerie, her fluffy tail swaying rhythmically behind her, exuding a vibrant, sensual charm, like an enchanting demon. She looked at Qiao Ziman with a fixed gaze, as if eyeing a lamb to slaughter. Suddenly, she beckoned with her finger, her lips curling into a playful smile, and her crimson lips slowly uttered two clear words.

“Want to make a deal?”

Qiao Ziman abruptly opened her eyes, her chest heaving rapidly. Damn it, why am I dreaming about this woman? She shook her head vigorously, trying to clear the vivid image from her mind.

She fumbled in the dark to turn on her phone. After only an hour of sleep, her sleep quality worsened, and even medication didn’t help this time. Qiao Ziman sighed silently and blamed everything on the woman from her dream.

That vengeful sadist. Couldn’t she drive herself? Why did she need someone else to pick her up? Grumbling, she got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. Used to bringing her own lunch to work, cooking was second nature to her. In just twenty minutes, she prepared two exquisite lunchboxes. As for why there were two, she decided to give Chi Yin another chance after thinking it over last night. After all, it’s better to resolve enmities than to harbor them.

Qiao Ziman packed up the lunchboxes and went out to get her car. As soon as she left the community, she spotted the expensive Maybach and the glaring parking ticket on the windshield. Even in such a secluded spot? Impressive, she sighed at the unlucky start.

She drove to the agreed Starbucks, got out to buy a coffee, and waited silently in the car. At exactly eight o’clock, pedestrians and vehicles began to increase at the intersection. Chi Yin also appeared at the community entrance right on time.

She wore a white knee-length dress today, with a sheer ribbon around her swan-like neck, gently swaying in the wind. The simple yet sexy dress highlighted her slender waist and long legs, making her stand out brightly in the sunlight. So much so that Qiao Ziman noticed her immediately from the crowd. And the striking red lips beneath the sunglasses that covered half her face…

Qiao Ziman suddenly remembered the exaggerated dream from last night and uncomfortably looked away.

The car window was gently tapped. That bright, glamorous face loomed closer in Qiao Ziman’s view.

Qiao Ziman snapped back to reality, hurriedly got out of the car, took Chi Yin’s bag with care, opened the front passenger door with an inviting gesture, and handed over the prepared coffee with eagerness once she was inside. Her attitude was as low as it could be, and her service as attentive as possible.

“Good morning, Ms. Chi,” Qiao Ziman said with a completely genuine smile.

“Is something wrong?” Chi Yin adjusted her sunglasses down, revealing a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, with light brown irises that seemed almost tangible, like glass, giving a strong sense of penetration.