"Wow! You actually breastfed at the company's annual meeting?"
In the corner of the department's New Year's Eve dinner, I just pulled up the nursing towel, and she suddenly pulled it open.
There were muffled laughter from several male colleagues at the main table.
"Can't you tell, are you so willing to go out of your way?"
"No wonder I can continue to be a senior executive after returning from maternity leave."
I froze as memories came flooding back to me.
In her previous life, she was also like this, smiling and letting everyone see my disheveled appearance.
She leaned close to my ear and said in a sweet voice: "We are all colleagues, what does it matter~"
Later, she got even more serious. She deliberately broke into the nursing room with clients while I was pumping milk, and secretly stole my scarf to protect me from milk stains when I was debriefing after giving birth.
"How can I do a good job when I'm a mother with so many worries?"
"How about you resign and go home to take care of the children? Give up your position to me?"
The year-long humiliation caused me to completely collapse and eventually I jumped off a building.
When I opened my eyes again, that familiar hand reached out to me again.
