This Junior Sister is Too Big

Lin Mu's company cafeteria actually had good food.

When he rushed back to the company, bursting into the cafeteria, it was already packed with people.

This small state-owned enterprise had over two hundred employees. Normally, they'd be slacking off in the workshops and offices, and you wouldn't see a single person on the road – it was like a ghost town.

But when lunchtime arrived, these people would pour out like a tide, rushing into the cafeteria to grab food.

The cafeteria was outsourced by the company. The cook was an old man who reportedly used to be a head chef at a major restaurant before coming here for a second career after retirement.

His skills were genuinely impressive, especially the Dongpo pork, steamed pork ribs, and Mapo tofu. They were so good you could almost swallow your tongue.

So, every day at lunch, this was when the employees of the small state-owned enterprise were most enthusiastic.

Lin Mu held his plate and queued for a while. By the time he reached the serving window, there was only one portion of steamed pork ribs left.

He swiped his meal card and was about to pick up the bowl of steamed pork ribs when a sweet, delicate voice came from behind him:

"Brother Lin, could you let me have this portion of steamed pork ribs? I haven't had any meat for several days."

Lin Mu turned around and saw a woman in a miniskirt and tight T-shirt, her chest squeezed into a prominent cleavage, smiling charmingly at him.

He recognized this woman. She was the factory beauty, named Chi Yuting. She was attractive, had long legs, a large bust, and knew how to dress up. At least nine out of the ten men in the factory had fantasized about her.

However, Lin Mu knew Chi Yuting's private nickname: "Chi Yuting" (a pun on birth control pills, implying she's promiscuous).

This woman wasn't just the factory beauty; she was also a "sea queen" (a woman who dates many men).

She had tried to flirt with Lin Mu more than once, wanting to pull him into her "fish pond" (her group of admirers).

Lin Mu smiled gently at Chi Yuting and said, "You already have plenty of meat."

With that, he picked up the bowl of steamed pork ribs, got a bowl of rice, and turned to find an empty table.

"Xiao Lin, over here."

At a table in front, Chen Xian, with his shiny bald head, waved at him.

Lin Mu walked over. His department colleagues were all sitting together.

"Didn't you go to the preliminary round of Pure Voice? Why did you come back so quickly?"

Chen Xian asked, and the others also looked at Lin Mu curiously.

"It's over," Lin Mu shrugged, putting a piece of steamed pork rib into his mouth. It melted in his mouth, tender and fragrant – just the right taste!

His colleagues exchanged glances. Chen Xian chuckled and patted Lin Mu's shoulder:

"It's okay. Trying it out lets you know your limits, and then you can live and work with your feet on the ground. It's not a bad thing!"

Lin Mu nodded, "Uncle Chen, you're right."

The two girls who had expressed surprise at Lin Mu participating in the singing competition yesterday also comforted him.

"Lin Mu, you don't really need to sing. With your looks, you could find a rich older woman to support you. If you found one who's older and not too demanding, you could save some 'bullets'."

The petite, round-faced girl with big eyes said. Her name was Li Xiaoyun, a girl from Sichuan. She spoke boldly and directly and liked to "drive" (make suggestive jokes).

"Then you can take those saved bullets?" A woman beside her burst out laughing.

This woman was Xu Li, a local from Jiangrong. She was married and "drove" even harder.

The surrounding colleagues burst into laughter. Lin Mu ate his meal and calmly replied, "Li Xiaoyun isn't married yet, her gun barrel is too narrow, she can't take them. How about you take them, Sister Xu?"

"Get lost!"

Everyone erupted in laughter again. The atmosphere was friendly and lively.

Lin Mu couldn't help but laugh too. Although these guys were "salted fish" (unambitious), they lived quite happily every day.

This was probably the joy of "lying flat" (giving up ambition)?

However, Lin Mu had an elder sister and three younger sisters, and his parents were still working hard above them. He couldn't afford to lie flat.

Just then, Lin Mu's phone on the table beeped. He casually picked it up and looked at it, his expression instantly changing.

He quickly shoved his phone into his pocket, wolfed down his meal, said goodbye to his colleagues, and hurried out of the cafeteria.

"What's wrong with Lin Mu?"

"Who sent him a message to scare him like that?"

"Could he be in love?"

The colleagues chatted for a bit before continuing their meal. Li Xiaoyun, however, turned to look in the direction Lin Mu had left, lost in thought.

Lin Mu left the cafeteria and walked to a secluded corner before taking his phone out of his pocket.

On WeChat, Feng Bingbing had sent him another photo.

This time, it was taken from top to bottom. From her chest down, you couldn't actually see her feet because they were completely covered by her chest.

This junior was too much.

Lin Mu shook his head. The point wasn't the size; the point was, When the hell will you stop?!

Morning leg pics, noon bear pics, what are you going to send tonight?

If you keep this up, I'm reporting you for harassment!

Next, Feng Bingbing sent another message.

Candied Hawthorn Skewers: "Senior, I'm carsick. I took medicine for it, but it didn't help. I feel so miserable. jpg."

Only then did Lin Mu notice that the focus of the photo wasn't the bear, but the motion sickness medicine Feng Bingbing was holding.

So, she wanted to show him the motion sickness medicine.

Cough, cough, misunderstanding cleared.

Lin Mu felt a bit apologetic and replied: "Weren't you filming a commercial for Defu? Why are you in a car again?"

Seemingly happy that Lin Mu replied so quickly, Feng Bingbing immediately responded:

"The filming is finished! I'm heading to the airport now. I'll be recording a show on Shennan Satellite TV tomorrow. I ate too much at lunch, and now I feel like throwing up."

Lin Mu became a little impatient: "Are you feeling like throwing up because you ate too much, or because you're carsick?"

Candied Hawthorn Skewers: "When I eat too much and ride in a car, I get carsick. What should I do? I feel so miserable, Senior, do you have any remedies for carsickness?"

Mumu Mu: "Yes."

Candied Hawthorn Skewers: "Really? Tell me quickly!"

Mumu Mu: "Don't ride in cars."

"Lin Mu, what are you doing here?"

At this moment, a crisp voice came from behind him.

Lin Mu turned around and saw Li Xiaoyun standing behind him with her hands clasped behind her back, leaning forward with a curious expression.

"I ate too much and feel a bit sick, so I'm taking a walk."

Lin Mu smiled and replied.

"You're not feeling well? You didn't actually go to "serve" a rich woman tonight, did you? Let's go back to the office. I have some 'Hui Ren Shen Bao' in my drawer."

Li Xiaoyun added with a giggle, "Just kidding. If your stomach is upset, you need stomach medicine. I have some. Let's go."

After speaking, she reached out as if to naturally pull Lin Mu.

Just then, Lin Mu's phone rang. He immediately said to Li Xiaoyun, "You go back to the office first, I need to take a call."

He quickly picked up his phone and walked away. On the other end, A Hen's voice came through:

"Brother Mu, Liu Qiang just found me. He said he wants to buy the song you sang."

Lin Mu had used Zhang Hen's personal information and contact details when participating in Pure Voice.

However, the show had a rule: for fairness, there could be no private contact between judges and contestants.

He didn't expect Liu Qiang to be so bold. He had only just finished singing, and Liu Qiang had already come looking for him.

He wants to buy the copyright for Quiet?

Lin Mu sneered and asked, "How much did he offer?"

A Hen: "One hundred thousand."

"Heh."

"Brother Mu, I already refused him. But Liu Qiang said that if I don't sell it to him, he'll take back that S Card."