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

"Xiao Ding?"

Wang Hao first stared wide-eyed in disbelief, then saw Ding Jiahe's face streaked with tears and instinctively reached out to touch her.

"Don't move!" Ding Jiahe called out to him.

"Lie still. If you move even slightly, I'm leaving immediately."

"Okay, I won't move."

Xiaowen brought over a chair and let Ding Jiahe sit down.

"How's the gunshot wound? Are you feeling any other discomfort?" Wang Hao asked anxiously.

"Since you can get out of bed, you're definitely better than me."

"Why...why are you driving yourself crazy? I'm not going to die, look what you've done to yourself!"

"Do you even realize how much damage you're doing to your body?!"

"What if it leaves lasting health problems?"

...

Ding Jiahe became more and more anxious and distressed as she spoke, unleashing a barrage of accusations.

Wang Hao didn't answer these anxious questions; he just smiled foolishly.

He gazed greedily at the vibrant, real Ding Jiahe before him, feeling as if it were a dream, an unreal experience.

Those agonizing days of waiting were excruciating; every single second was a torment that gnawed at my bones.

It turned out that Heaven heard him and, being kind to him, truly returned her to him.

Wang Hao's eyes even reddened slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't speak.

Ding Jiahe stopped scolding.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly, her voice choked with sobs, tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Seeing you standing there makes me feel less pain," Wang Hao grinned.

Ding Jiahe cried even harder, her tears falling onto the bedsheets.

"Don't cry, it hurts me when you cry."

"Hmph..." Ding Jiahe gave him a coquettish scolding.

He moved his fingers tremblingly, unable to resist wanting to grasp Ding Jiahe's left hand, which was placed by the bedside.

Ding Jiahe noticed it.

Her face flushed slightly, but she took the initiative to reach out and hold his hand.

Wang Hao's heart skipped a beat. He gripped that warm, soft hand tightly, as if he had found a lost treasure, and dared not let go.

All the injured in the ward focused their attention on these two.

They stared intently, their eyes wide open, as if they wanted to stick their ears up to the sky.

"Xiao Ding..."

Wang Hao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"I know what you're going to say, but don't say it."

Wang Hao was taken aback, thinking he had angered Ding Jiahe, and felt a little flustered and anxious.

"Wang Hao".

Ding Jiahe raised her head, her eyes fixed, her cheeks burning red.

"I like you. Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

boom--!

Wow!!!

The voice in Wang Hao's head and the shouts of the wounded in the room exploded at the same time, filling the room with cheers.

"I'd do it! I'd do anything! I'd do it even in my wildest dreams!!"

Wang Hao shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing throughout the entire ward.

The loud noise inside the room attracted a large crowd of doctors, nurses, and injured people in the corridor.

The entrance was packed with heads, three or four deep.

Everyone was grinning from ear to ear.

"Ugh! Why are you shouting so loudly!" Ding Jiahe slapped him unconsciously in anger.

"Hiss..." Wang Hao winced in pain.

"Oh dear...oh dear...I'm sorry, I..."

"Hehehe...you care about me so much, huh?" Wang Hao chuckled mischievously.

"Hmph!" Ding Jiahe's face turned as red as a ripe persimmon, she was so embarrassed she was about to burst.

She shook off Wang Hao's hand, struggled to her feet, and was about to leave.

"Hey, Xiao Ding! I was wrong, Xiao Ding!"

Ding Jiahe limped to the door, turning back to say something before leaving:

I'll come see you again tomorrow.

The laughter in the ward was interrupted by the sound of a train whistle.

The wheels rolled over the rails, clanging and clattering, leaving behind all the hustle and bustle and tears, carrying new laughter as they headed south.

On this brand-new, "luxury" train bound for Yunnan.

The two soft sleeper compartments at the top are private spaces specially arranged by the train conductor.

It is relatively far from crowds and the environment is relatively quiet.

Ye Wenxi looked around the compartment. The layout of the soft sleeper was the same: four bunk beds and a sliding door.

The train conductor personally stood at the door of the compartment, shaking hands with Chen Yuanchuan and Lu Weidong with a respectful and considerate attitude.

He introduced the facilities and services inside the carriage to everyone.

"These two trains were just imported from Germany and have relatively complete interior facilities. There are public bathrooms in the soft sleeper area."

"In addition to boxed meals, we also offer a small selection of freshly cooked meals available for order."

"Commander Chen, Chief of Staff Lu, please contact me anytime if you need anything."

...

Ye Wenxi wanted to eat freshly cooked food, but since she was out with her superiors, she had to respect their opinions.

"Thank you, comrade, but we don't need it for now. We brought our own."

"Wife," Chen Yuanchuan called out to Zhang Yunxia.

Zhang Yunxia happily pulled out a large bag and took out items one by one from it.

"Look, we have everything! Enough to feed us for two days..."

"Steamed buns with red bean paste, pickled vegetables, fried dough sticks, fried meatballs, braised beef..."

Ye Wenxi was dumbfounded.

"My goodness, sister-in-law, when did you prepare all this?"

"I got back last night and worked on it all night."

Ye Wenxi gave a thumbs up.

Everyone enjoyed a lively lunch.

After the meal, Ye Wenxi and Zhang Yunxia returned to the private room she shared with Lu Weidong, while Lu Weidong and Chen Yuanchuan discussed work arrangements in the next room.

The two small bags, separated by a thin wall, were transformed into two temporary private offices in the blink of an eye.

In one room, a research plan was laid out on the table, and two soldiers were discussing it in hushed tones with pen and paper, their expressions serious.

In another room, reports and design drawings were spread out on the bed, and two women huddled together, marking and annotating, equally focused.

Sunlight streamed in through the car window, falling on the open ledger.

Outside the window, the mountains and fields receded rapidly; inside, the two military families were each busy and absorbed in their own little worlds.

After a long silence, Zhang Yunxia suddenly spoke.

"Wenxi, do you want to take a bath?"

"Huh?" Ye Wenxi suddenly looked up, looking completely bewildered.

"Didn't you hear him say that this train even has bathrooms?"

"Oh my god... I've never even seen what a train bathroom looks like. Shall we go together?" Zhang Yunxia sincerely extended a warm invitation.

"Huh?!" Ye Wenxi's eyes widened.

"Shall we...wash together?" she stammered.

"Oh, right! I wouldn't dare, and I've never showered on a train."

"Sister-in-law... I don't dare either..." Ye Wenxi mumbled.

She was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to explain.

She had never been to the military region's public bathhouse before and was too embarrassed to be honest with people.

...

Lu Weidong and Chen Yuanchuan, who were discussing important matters next door, suddenly heard Zhang Yunxia's loud voice coming from the other side:

"What? You've never been to a public bathhouse even once??"

"Oh my god, Moon-hee!"

"I never knew you were so thin-skinned."

"What's there to be afraid of? We all look the same without them, right? Everyone has those two mounds of flesh on their chest, don't we?"

Chen Yuanchuan & Lu Weidong: "......."

"What, you look different? Let me see!"

"Oh, sister-in-law... hahaha... sister-in-law... my ticklish spot! I'm begging you!"

Chen Yuanchuan: "-_-||"