A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

The meeting went on very late that day.

First, the regimental headquarters relayed the instructions from the military sub-district, and then the battalion level relayed the situation through the chain of command.

After the meeting, neither he nor Wang Hao left; the two stood at the end of the corridor outside the conference room.

Wang Haocong took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it in the dark playground.

Lu Weidong's heart sank; it turned out that Wang Hao never smoked.

"Don't panic," Lu Weidong said. "She should be here soon."

Wang Hao remained silent.

"I heard they agreed to call each other every two days. I'll let you know when they call."

Wang Hao remained silent, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

The cigarette ash fell, but he didn't flick it off; he just held it there.

Lu Weidong knew, of course, that such words were not very effective in persuading people.

If it were him, the thought of Ye Wenxi possibly being in danger would make him put aside all organizational discipline and he would have hopped on a train and headed to Yunnan that very night.

But he can't offer that advice now.

He could only stand there and watch Wang Hao finish his cigarette.

Military orders are absolute.

Once it's written down in black and white, there's no going back.

Otherwise, they will face wartime discipline, at the very least being discharged from the military and sent to a military court.

There was no wind at the end of the corridor, and the smoke rose straight up.

This incident has deeply affected everyone.

The military region has been established for decades, and this generation of soldiers has hardly ever experienced actual combat.

They are people who grew up in peacetime, read the quotations of great leaders, watched movies like "Tunnel Warfare" and "Mine Warfare," and treated Shangganling as a myth.

But when the myth falls on your own head, it's a different story.

Wang Hao finally stubbed out his cigarette on the windowsill.

He greeted Lu Weidong and then turned and left.

Lu Weidong watched his figure disappear around the corner of the corridor.

The image of him and Ding Jiahe practicing their dance in a corner at the ball flashed through his mind.

That clumsy Wang Hao, who could never seem to get the beat right.

Ding Jiahe, with her head down and ears flushed red, never let go of her hand.

The lights are so warm.

The dance music is so long.

He thought those days would become the norm.

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When Lu Weidong returned home, Ye Wenxi was already asleep.

The living room lights were off, but a sliver of dim yellow light shone through the crack in the bedroom door from the bedside lamp.

He was now standing at the bedroom door, and by the light from the crack in the door, he could see Ye Wenxi sleeping on her side.

He was wrapped tightly in the blanket, with only half of his head and a few strands of hair sticking out on the pillow.

He didn't go in; he gently closed the door and turned to go to the bathroom.

I boiled a large basin of water in the bathtub, took off my clothes, and slowly slid in.

Wang Hao was deeply concerned about Ding Jiahe's safety.

But for Lu Weidong, it was Ye Wenxi who he kept going back and forth.

That was the day Ding Jiahe told her she was going to Yunnan, and that was her unusual reaction.

The suppressed anxiety, the unconcealed worry, seemed to be mixed with something else as well.

He didn't understand it at the time.

But after today's meeting, some associations kept popping up.

"Lady White Snake... Ah..."

Lu Weidong uttered the word as if talking to himself, then sighed.

I scooped up some warm water from the bathtub and rubbed my face with it.

It was as if I wanted to wash away this unrealistic assumption from my mind.

A faint sound of flowing water reached Ye Wenxi's ears.

She opened her eyes; the bedside was empty.

The bathroom light was on.

She knew Lu Weidong had returned.

He called after the meeting, saying he wanted to spend some time with Wang Hao because he was in a bad mood.

Ye Wenxi guessed it.

This matter has likely already been communicated within the military region.

Lu Weidong pushed open the door and saw that she had already sat up and was looking out the window.

"Hmm? Why are you awake?" he asked gently.

Ye Wenxi didn't turn around; her gaze remained fixed on the night.

"Is Wang Hao feeling better?"

"...It's alright." That was all he could say.

He turned off the light.

She walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the blanket and the corner of her clothes, and lay down.

Then he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Ye Wenxi obediently leaned closer and rested her head on his chest.

"Go to sleep."

He lowered his head and gently touched her forehead with his lips.

Both of them closed their eyes.

The wind outside the window has stopped, and the night is quiet.

But Ye Wenxi did not fall asleep.

Lu Weidong didn't have it either.

They lay in each other's arms, their breathing steady.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly in the darkness.

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Ye Wenxi has been drawing up the warehouse layout plan these past few days.

Two thousand square meters, we don't need that much right now.

She plans to create an open-plan layout like in the 21st century, without building walls, using screens, shelves, and mannequins as soft partitions.

It is flexible, requires little upfront investment, and has low adjustment costs.

It is most suitable for her small business, which is characterized by rapid development and many variables.

Regarding major items, the logistics department loosened its grip.

Tables, chairs, shelves, and cabinets are readily available in the military region's warehouse; a batch can be allocated as a donation.

But you have to buy other big items and small things yourself.

Sewing machines, mannequins, and fitting mirrors—these are items you can't find in the library.

We need to prepare several sewing machines so that military dependents who don't have machines at home can share them.

Models stand in the display area, and then several fitting rooms are designed.

While planning the layout of the famous building, Ye Wenxi also listed the items that needed to be purchased on another piece of paper.

Before the ball, Ye Wenxi had about 20 orders in the past two weeks.

The average order value is 60 yuan, and after deducting costs, the profit is 30 yuan.

However, in less than a week after the dance, both inside and outside the military region...

The number of orders has exceeded 20.

Ye Wenxi has been working non-stop these past few days, as she can't keep up with the orders before the Lunar New Year.

There are currently six people who can help out, and Zhang Yunxia is at most half of them.

She also had to make time to recruit workers for Ye Wenxi, explain things to the helpers, and deliver goods back and forth.

At the end of last month, Ye Wenxi settled her labor fee and set aside an extra 100 yuan.

"Sister Yunxia, ​​do you think these are suitable? Let me know if you need anything."

"What are you doing?"

"I can't let you do all those things for me for nothing."

Zhang Yunxia glanced at the hundred yuan note, didn't take it, and was amused by her own anger.

Are you trying to embarrass me?

She absolutely refused.

Ye Wenxi told her that one thing is one thing, and this matter needs to be done for a long time.

Since Zhang Yunxia has put in the effort, she should receive a corresponding reward.

Zhang Yunxia snatched the money from Ye Wenxi's hand and stuffed it into the drawer.

He turned to Ye Wenxi and said.

"I have something in return; you gave me something."

"There are so many!"

As she said this, her eyes seemed to glisten with tears.

Ye Wenxi understood from her expression.

What Zhang Yunxia gained from Ye Wenxi was a sense of "value" and "achievement" that transcended money.

That was Zhang Yunxia's own shining moment.

Since joining Ye Wenxi's clothing company, she has been given a new identity.

This identity does not need to depend on the evaluation of the husband, family, or neighbors.

She sat in front of the sewing machine, the pattern spread out;

She helped Ye Wenxi write the job posting;

She looked for suitable helpers;

She and Ye Wenxi discussed the venue together;

.......

At that moment, she was herself.

It is the only partner in the country for a military-civilian cooperation project.

She wasn't well-educated and didn't know what a partner was.

But the word was too new and too formal, like something you'd only find in newspapers or documents.

But it is not important.

One day she said to Chen Yuanchuan.

"Ever since I started working with Xiao Ye on this business, I've changed a bit."

"What? You've become vain?"

"screw you."

Chen Yuanchuan chuckled.

He looked at her, stopped joking, put out his cigarette, and lowered his voice.

I know you like yourself the way you are now.