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

A month ago, at the New Year's dance party.

Wang Haoxu wrapped his arms around Ding Jiahe's waist and grabbed her hand tightly, unlike the casual gesture one would expect when dancing.

Ding Jiahe tried to pull her hand back a little.

"Don't move, it's about to start." Wang Hao pretended to be serious, but a wicked smile was playing on his lips.

Ding Jiahe blushed and glared at him, too embarrassed to look at him.

As the music started, Wang Hao led her in the first movement, and Ding Jiahe stiffened, awkwardly following his movements.

Wang Hao just kept his head down looking at her, his warm breath brushing against Ding Jiahe's face, making her unsure where to look.

"Xiao Ding, you're so handsome."

Wang Hao seemed to utter these words casually.

"nonsense."

She smiled with her head down, looking down slightly, too shy to look at him.

"What do you think of me?"

Wang Hao asked the question as if it were a joke.

Ding Jiahe glanced at him discreetly, noticing his faint smile and his young, handsome face.

Wang Hao was mentally prepared to hear Ding Jiahe's curses or have his hand pushed away.

"You...are more handsome than them all."

Ding Jiahe lowered her head slightly, pursed her lips, and uttered these words from her heart.

boom--!

Something exploded in Wang Hao's mind; his hands and feet felt like they didn't belong to him, and his brain went completely blank.

An uncoordinated movement caused Ding Jiahe's foot to be stepped on hard.

"ah--!"

Her shoe was stepped on and fell off.

Ding Jiahe punched him in anger, then quickly jumped over and put her shoes on.

"Hahaha... Wang Hao stepped on Xiao Ding's shoe and it fell off."

Zhang Yunxia, ​​who had been watching the two of them closely, laughed so hard she slapped the table.

"We're doomed!"

Chen Yuanchuan cursed him, sounding exasperated.

Wang Hao held onto Ding Jiahe tightly, preventing her from running off the field in anger.

"I'm just so happy!" Wang Hao said, his voice both self-righteous and slightly aggrieved.

Ding Jiahe was so angry that she punched him again.

The two tidied themselves up a bit, then put their hands together again and jumped up once more.

"Xiao Ding..." Wang Hao suddenly spoke in a low voice.

I want to look at you, for the rest of my life.

"Huh?" Ding Jiahe was taken aback.

Is this a confession of love?

Or is it a marriage proposal?

Who says you can confess your love like that?!

Wang Hao, are you stupid?

Ding Jiahe's mind was in turmoil; shock and bewilderment outweighed her shyness.

A moment of distraction...

The steps were not taken correctly.

"ah--!"

The shoe was stepped on again.

She was completely angry this time, but she couldn't tell whether she was angry that he didn't confess his feelings or that she had stepped on her shoe again.

"snort!"

Ding Jiahe stopped wearing her shoes, picked them up, and stomped her feet as she walked outside.

"Hey, Xiao Ding..."

"Don't follow me! If you do, I'll hit you with my high heels!"

Ding Jiahe left without looking back, throwing down those words in her hand.

Wang Hao stood there, watching her limping figure, and scratched his head.

When the ball ended, he thought he would see her again the next day.

But fate can turn the page so quickly that people don't even have time to react.

The shoe that was stepped on in the dance floor was stained with blood a month later.

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At this moment, in the dense forests of the border battlefield.

Ding Jiahe covered her right arm, and blood kept seeping from between her fingers.

"Xiao Ding!"

Wang Hao lunged forward.

He pried Ding Jiahe's hands apart, and a bullet grazed her right upper arm, passing right through it, leaving the flesh torn open in a horrifying sight.

Ding Jiahe's face was deathly pale, the veins on her forehead bulged from the excruciating pain, large beads of cold sweat rolled down her back, and her lips trembled uncontrollably.

Wang Hao was so frightened by the scene that his heart almost stopped. His injuries were serious, and he had lost a lot of blood.

"Quick! Tourniquet!" he yelled at his teammates.

The teammate reacted quickly, taking a tourniquet from his first aid kit.

"It's...it's nothing..." Ding Jiahe weakly comforted him.

"Don't speak...don't speak." Wang Hao quickly reached out a hand, trembling as he wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

He took the tourniquet, took a deep breath, his hands were trembling, but he forced himself to calm down.

"Bear with it."

The moment the tourniquet tightened, Ding Jiahe let out a muffled groan and gritted her teeth.

Wang Hao didn't stop. He tore open the first-aid kit, took out gauze, folded it layer by layer, and pressed it onto the wound. Then he picked up a bandage, wrapped it around her arm once, twice, three times, and wrapped it tightly.

His hands were still trembling, but he wrapped the bandage very securely, finishing the last loop, tying a knot, and tightening it.

When I looked at Ding Jiahe again, she had already fainted.

"Little Ding, Little Ding!"

No matter how urgently he called out, Ding Jiahe did not respond.

Prolonged overexertion and exhaustion, coupled with blood loss, finally brought her to her breaking point.

"Report your location!" He turned around abruptly and yelled at his teammates behind him.

The teammate quickly pulled out a compass, glanced at it, and then scanned the surroundings.

"There's a stream three kilometers to the northeast; it's fifteen kilometers from there to get back to camp!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Hao had already picked Ding Jiahe up in his arms.

"Walk!"

He carried the person and rushed in that direction without looking back.

Wang Hao felt a burning urgency in his heart. Ding Jiahe had been shot; it was his carelessness that had prevented him from protecting her.

Although the bleeding has been barely stopped, Ding Jiahe is unconscious and must be sent back to the camp for treatment as soon as possible.

Holding Ding Jiahe, Wang Hao moved through the dense forest like a mad leopard, so fast that his two teammates had to jog to keep up with him.

He just kept holding her like that as he ran.

Two kilometers... five kilometers... ten kilometers...

Wang Hao ran like a madman, seemingly unaware of fatigue. He dared not stop, he could not stop.

Every second faster she goes, the better her chances of surviving.

"Jiahe, hang in there."

He murmured in a low, hoarse voice, his words breaking in the wind.

"We're almost there... I'll take you home."

...

"I'll be home soon..."

Wang Hao repeated this sentence over and over again.

He could no longer make a clear sound; his lips were so stiff from heavy breathing and lack of oxygen that they could barely open or close. Yet he stubbornly continued to move his lips, exhaling intermittently.

This was said to Ding Jiahe, but also to himself.

He ran at high intensity through dense forests, steep slopes, and thorny thickets, each step teetering on the edge of life and death, exhausting all his strength.

But Wang Hao only had one thought left—run, run for his life.

My lungs felt like they were being burned by fire; every breath was accompanied by sharp pain, and the taste of blood surged upwards, blocking my throat.

Prolonged high-intensity running caused his lungs to bleed, and his thigh muscles repeatedly spasmed due to overload, resulting in multiple muscle fiber tears, feeling like countless needles were piercing his flesh.

The Achilles tendon was strained due to excessive force, and the arms were tightly wrapped together for a long time, causing severe pain in the shoulder joints and stiffness in the fingers, making it almost impossible to straighten them.

He was running with the mindset of "risking his life to save hers".

Not a second can be slow.

She was in his arms, so light, so soft, so quiet. He dared not look down, dared not think of what might happen.

His teammates were chasing him, panting heavily, and kept telling him to stop and switch players, but he acted as if he didn't hear them.

He can't stop.

He was afraid that if he stopped, the warmth in his arms would cool down.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the familiar scent of the camp finally drifted in from afar, and faint commands could be heard in the distance.

Wang Hao's vision suddenly went black.

His last bit of strength was completely drained.

He staggered forward two steps, his knees buckled, and he fell heavily to his knees.

In the split second before he fell, he instinctively lifted Ding Jiahe up, cushioning her fall with his own body and holding her tightly in his arms.

"Wang Hao!"

When his teammates rushed over, they couldn't pry his arms off Ding Jiahe no matter what they did.

Wang Hao's face was ashen, his lips were cracked and purple, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, but his arms remained tightly locked.

Only his last whisper before losing consciousness:

"Xiao Ding..."

"I'll take you...home..."