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

As soon as Ye Wenxi and Lu Weidong entered the house, Liu Xiuyun called them into the inner room.

"Wenxi, come, sit here, Mom wants to talk to you about something."

Liu Xiuyun's tone was gentler than usual.

Ye Wenxi sat down as instructed, feeling somewhat uncertain.

Liu Xiuyun took out a small, dark red velvet box from the drawer.

Inside wasn't jewelry, but a brand new bankbook.

"Here's five thousand yuan. Take it and use it to supplement your household expenses." Liu Xiuyun pushed the bankbook in front of her.

"Auntie...no, Mom, I can't accept this."

Ye Wenxi quickly waved her hand, as if she had been burned.

"Take it!" Liu Xiuyun pressed down on her hand, her tone resolute.

"We didn't prepare any dowry according to the old custom. You two are going back to the military base soon, and the military dependents' quarters are all empty. We'll need to buy pots, pans, bedding, and furniture for everyone."

"Weidong's salary is enough to support himself, but to support a family, he needs some savings. This money is for your household expenses."

She looked at Ye Wenxi, her eyes less scrutinizing than before, and more genuinely concerned.

"Your father and I both have retirement pensions, so we don't need this. This is just a one-time help; from now on, you'll have to manage your finances carefully."

Ye Wenxi wanted to decline, but before she could finish speaking, Lu Weidong reached out and took the passbook.

"Thank you, Mom." He smiled frankly, then turned and very naturally slipped the passbook into Ye Wenxi's hand.

I gently squeezed her fingers to reassure her that she could accept it.

Ye Wenxi tried to refuse, but he gently grabbed her wrist and led her out of Liu Xiuyun's room.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asked softly as he led her along.

Lu Weidong didn't answer, but pulled her straight back to his room and closed the door behind him.

With a soft "click," the door closed.

Only the two of them remained in the room, the afternoon light filtering through the curtains, creating a hazy atmosphere.

Ye Wenxi's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the closed door.

Why are you closing the door?

There was a hint of nervousness in her voice that she herself didn't realize.

Lu Weidong turned around and walked towards her.

He didn't speak, but just looked at her, his eyes deeper than usual, as if hiding some surging emotions.

Ye Wenxi felt flustered under his gaze and unconsciously backed away until her lower back hit the edge of the wooden desk, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

But he was still getting closer.

He raised his hand, unbuttoned his military jacket, and casually draped it over the back of the chair.

He was wearing only a close-fitting military green vest underneath, which outlined the strong and full lines of his chest and his tight waist and abdomen.

That vibrant, masculine strength and heat seemed to spread silently as he approached.

He leaned down, placed his hands on the edge of the desk, and encircled her between him and the desk.

The distance between the two suddenly closed, so close that Ye Wenxi could see his lowered eyelashes and feel his warm breath brushing against her forehead and cheeks.

She had never looked at his face so closely before, in such a sober and intimate state.

His eyes were bright, with an aggressive undercurrent surging within them, making her heart tremble.

"This...this is still broad daylight..." She heard her own voice falter slightly, trembling slightly.

"And...they haven't even had a wedding yet."

Her gaze involuntarily fell on his chest, which was so close to hers.

The clearly visible muscle contours through the thin vest, the intense heat almost enveloped her.

Ye Wenxi's face was burning hot, and even her ears felt like they were on fire.

She lowered her eyelashes and gripped the edge of the table nervously.

Sensing what was about to happen, and finally unable to bear the scorching gaze and oppressive feeling, she gently closed her eyes.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a startled butterfly.

She was waiting for the expected kiss to fall.

But Lu Weidong's outstretched hand pulled open the drawer of the desk behind her.

Then, he straightened up and took out a passbook from inside.

He watched her close her eyes, waiting anxiously.

A very obvious smile slowly curved the corners of his mouth, and his aura changed from the oppressive and deep one he had just exuded.

In an instant, it switched to a slightly wicked smile, like someone who had succeeded.

What are you expecting?

He asked in a low voice, his tone laced with a hint of mockery.

Where is the usual calm and composed Lu Weidong?

Ye Wenxi opened her eyes abruptly upon hearing the sound, saw what he was holding, and then met his mocking, wicked smile.

A surge of heat rushed to her head, making her blush red and her anger even more intense.

She, a modern woman who prides herself on having seen the "world," was actually flirted with by an "old-fashioned" man from the 1970s.

And she acted like an innocent little girl, closing her eyes and waiting?

This is incredibly embarrassing!

"You...!" She was both ashamed and angry, so angry that she could barely speak, feeling as if her face was burning hot enough to fry an egg.

Overwhelmed with shame and anger, she didn't think twice and clenched her fist, punching his strong chest!

A muffled thud.

Lu Weidong's pectoral muscles were taut and firm; when he punched him, it felt like hitting a hard wooden board wrapped in thick cotton.

The shock made her hand bones go numb, but the other person didn't move an inch, not even frowning, and instead smiled even more deeply.

Ye Wenxi was so angry that she pushed him away and turned to leave.

Her wrist tightened, and Lu Weidong pulled her back again.

"Stop fooling around," he said, his laughter subsiding and his voice turning serious. "Let's get down to business."

He handed her the dark red passbook.

"Comrade Ye Wenxi, this is my salary savings book. From now on, the family's financial power will be handed over to you."

Ye Wenxi glanced at him and snatched the passbook.

"Hmph, I won't leave you a single penny of pocket money."

A hint of a smile flashed across Lu Weidong's eyes. He didn't respond to her comment, but instead pulled her to the desk and opened another drawer.

It was completely full of all kinds of tickets and certificates.

Grain coupons, cloth coupons, oil coupons, industrial coupons... were all neatly bundled with rubber bands and stacked in piles.

"These tickets are all under your control."

"There might be some expired coupons inside that you can't use. I also have some ration coupons from the army that I don't usually need. If your family needs to buy anything in the future, just take them."

She nodded, her voice softening, "Okay, I understand."

Lu Weidong took out the packet of maltose from his pocket; the candy had become somewhat sticky and soft.

He picked out a small piece and held it to Ye Wenxi's lips: "Try it."

Ye Wenxi didn't open her mouth directly, but her gaze fell on a small piece of candy stuck next to his thumb.

I haven't settled the score with him for the trick he played on me earlier.

A mischievous smile curved her lips slightly.

Suddenly, she leaned in and her soft lips took the small candy on his fingertip into her mouth.

Lu Weidong froze abruptly, as if struck by a tiny electric current, the numbness spreading from his fingertips all the way down his spine.

His ears instantly turned bright red.

This is not over yet.

Her warm lips brushed against his fingertips, her tongue lingering on his fingertips, taking away the candy.

Lu Weidong's hand froze in mid-air, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

His eyes darkened, and he suddenly leaned closer.

Ye Wenxi, however, had anticipated this move and slipped to the side like an eel.

She deftly opened the door, turned around and raised her chin at him, a smug grin on her face.

She waved the bankbook in her hand, her voice light and cheerful, "I'm going to buy something now."

The door clicked shut.

Lu Weidong was still standing there, his hand that she had touched unconsciously tightening and then relaxing.

The soft, moist touch seemed to linger on my fingertips.

He stared at the closed door for a long time, and then a helpless smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"This girl..."