"I know that too. No need to trouble you, sister-in-law."

Jianglai gripped her bubble tea cup tightly and fled into the bedroom like she was escaping a disaster. She even locked the door behind her to keep Yingyu Chi from following.

Yingyu Chi’s bedroom was tastefully simple. Everything was neatly arranged except for the clothes. Jianglai quickly spotted the outfit her sister-in-law had left on the bed.

Jianglai shook her head hard, banishing all messy thoughts. Luckily, Yingyu had picked a simple business suit for her. Jianglai felt no resistance to such neutral clothing. She changed quickly in the bedroom.

The clothes had looked perfectly normal in her hands—long sleeves and pants, not a hint of exposure. So why did they feel so strange on her? There was no full-length mirror. When she slightly lowered her head, the fastened buttons revealed a deep cleavage anyway.

That wholesome business suit now gave off a slightly sensual vibe on her. Her old clothes always felt stuffy around the chest. Yingyu’s slender frame meant Jianglai had to redden her fingertips just to button up.

Winter coats could hide it, but Jianglai dreaded summer. Her figure swayed with every step. Under a coat, it wasn’t obvious now. She wondered if any jobs let her stay indoors all summer.

When Jianglai emerged, Yingyu Chi was gently stirring hot porridge at the table. She stopped instantly, staring intently at Jianglai.

"Looks like we can swap clothes from now on, brother-in-law~"

This way, Yingyu could openly hold Jianglai’s clothes. She’d always wanted to buy her brother-in-law stylish outfits—it’d be such a treat to see.

Yingyu had long disliked men’s fashion. The styles she liked were so limited. If Jianglai were younger, trendy clothes would work. But now? Only shirts and custom suits filled his wardrobe. He looked good in anything, yet she craved more variety.

"Brother-in-law, where are you heading? My shift ends at noon. I can pick you up."

"The office. If all goes smoothly, I’ll wrap up before noon and grab lunch nearby."

Jianglai checked the time. Yingyu’s apartment was nearly an hour’s drive from her company. It was already late. Delaying until afternoon would ruin her plans.

"I’m leaving now. Finish your porridge and soak the bowl in the sink. I’ll wash it tonight."

Jianglai hurried to the entrance, slipped on her shoes, and reached for the door. Yingyu softly called out behind her.

"Wait. It’ll be windy today. Take this scarf."

Yingyu grabbed a scarf from the rack and gently wrapped it around Jianglai.

The scarf carried Yingyu’s exact body scent. That lingering fragrance made Jianglai feel tightly embraced by her sister-in-law. She noticed Yingyu’s eyes sparkling while wrapping it. Once done, her sister-in-law fiercely hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Be careful on the way~"

Those words warmed Jianglai like sunshine in winter.

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Jianglai’s company wasn’t nationally famous but well-known locally. As part of a mega-conglomerate, its resources dwarfed ordinary firms. The CEO was the chairman’s daughter—only that explained her power to transfer veteran executives easily.

Jianglai had heard this as lunchtime gossip. Its truth was uncertain. She still had no idea what the female CEO was really like. Knowing more earlier would’ve helped her prepare.

Thanks to her appointment, Jianglai entered easily despite no longer being an employee. She just needed to wait quietly in reception for the CEO. It was still early. Otherwise, the packed elevator might’ve delayed her for ages.

Jianglai stood in a corner since the first floor. Watching people come and go, she noticed something odd: the company’s female ratio had skyrocketed. The few men who appeared only glanced and left. She’d been on leave just one week—how had everything changed so fast?

Curious about the strange shift, Jianglai spotted a distressed female employee. Her face was flushed, but her pained resistance caught Jianglai’s attention. Jianglai saw a hand roaming the woman’s curves. Clearly a woman’s hand—pale as fine jade, slender fingers, nails trimmed short and neat.

That beautiful hand committed filthy acts. Swap the genders, and this would be outright molestation. Jianglai detested it. She imagined her own daughter being groped at work—even by a woman—and felt a parent’s fury.

Jianglai stepped forward, gripping the wandering hand tightly. She yanked the hidden woman out of the crowd. But why did this elevator pervert look so familiar? At first glance, she resembled the female CEO…