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

After being thoroughly scolded by Chen Yuanchuan, Su Feng became obedient.

He hung up the phone, took a deep breath, gave Lu Weidong a cold snort, and turned to walk out of the office.

"Congratulations, you're going to be on the big screen." Lu Weidong leaned back in his chair and added casually.

His response was a loud slam of the door.

Su Feng returned to his office, picked up the walkie-talkie, and issued a few concise and powerful orders.

"Group one, group two, mountain training ground, assemble within ten minutes. Combat uniforms, full gear."

"Three teams will remain on standby."

"Everyone, move out now."

Without a single superfluous explanation, the speed of special forces soldiers is simply to execute orders immediately upon issuance.

Ten minutes later, the personnel were assembled, and five minutes later, the vehicles braved the torrential rain and rushed out of the camp gate.

They arrived even earlier than the film crew.

When Song Xiaotang and Li Qiming arrived at the agreed location with their film crew, carrying equipment, trudging through the muddy mountain road, this was the scene they witnessed.

In the rain, a dozen soldiers in special forces uniforms were soaked by the torrential rain, which dripped down their uniforms.

No one moved, no one wiped the rain from their faces.

They stood there, like trees rooted in the soil, enduring the relentless pounding of the wind and rain.

Silence. A chilling stillness. Complete immobility.

That overwhelming aura gave Li Qiming a sudden jolt.

He had seen military filming many times, but he had never seen anything like this.

It was as if the soldiers weren't "cooperating with the performance," but rather that their very existence was a silent, extremely oppressive act.

He paused for two seconds before snapping out of his daze and quickly called his team to find a good shooting position.

He jogged up to Su Feng, rainwater streaming down the brim of his raincoat, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Section Chief Su! We'd like to film some footage of a tactical raid in the rain, as well as scenes of soldiers crawling forward in muddy terrain, taking turns providing cover!"

"Which areas are allowed for filming? Are there any restrictions?"

Su Feng raised his hand, turned around, and pointed to a slope on the left: "Over there, up to that dried-up gully, the area to the right can be filmed. To the left of the gully is a classified training area, and the camera cannot pan over there."

He then pointed to the soldiers' equipment: "Communication systems and firearms cannot be shown in close-up. Wide shots are fine, but don't focus on details."

"Also," Su Feng said, looking at Li Qiming, "your actors and staff must not touch any weapons or equipment, and must not interfere with the soldiers' movement routes."

"During filming, those who follow my instructions must stop immediately when they say 'stop'."

Li Qiming nodded repeatedly and wrote everything down.

After finishing his conversation, Su Feng turned around and faced the row of soldiers standing silently in the rain.

He took a deep breath, his voice not loud, but it pierced through the rain and clearly reached the ears of every soldier:

"Attention all!"

"Tactical raid exercise, live-fire simulation in the rain. Target: High ground on the hillside ahead. Route: Detour along both sides of the gully. Time limit: 15 minutes."

"First group, left wing, move out!"

"Second group, right wing, move out!"

The moment the order was given, the row of still sculptures suddenly came to life.

Like springs released in an instant, the soldiers split into two groups and rushed towards the hillside deep in the rain with extremely fast speed and extremely smooth tactical movements.

Rainwater mixed with mud splashed beneath them, and their every tactical movement had transcended the level of consciousness, becoming an automatic reaction of their muscles.

Mud and water poured into his collar and no one paid any attention. He pulled out his gun, which got stuck in the mud, and continued to advance without making any further adjustments.

This kind of real, overwhelming impact and tension is something no actor can portray.

"Quick! Quick! Get the camera in position!" he urged the cameraman in a low voice, afraid of missing any shot.

The filming time was not long.

After a total of more than ten minutes, the special forces soldiers had completed the entire tactical raid simulation.

With multiple cameras operating simultaneously, Li Qiming gripped the walkie-talkie, his eyes glued to the monitor, capturing several highly impactful moments.

"Cut! Okay! That's it!" Li Qiming stood up, his raincoat rustling.

Su Feng and his team came down the hillside, their combat uniforms covered in mud and rainwater running down their trouser legs.

"Is there anything else to film?" he asked casually.

"That's all, that's all!" Li Qiming waved his hand hastily, his face beaming. "This rain came at just the right time; it worked even better than I expected!"

Su Feng nodded and turned to call his team to pack up.

"Section Chief Su!" Song Xiaotang, who had been waiting nearby, chimed in, "How about... you ride back with us? We can discuss the arrangements for the next few shows on the way."

"Yes, yes, we just happened to run into each other today, so let's take this opportunity to talk," Li Qiming immediately understood what Song Xiaotang meant and quickly chimed in.

Having learned his lesson from today's hasty coordination, he finally understood that Su Feng was a man who kept a low profile, acted decisively, and didn't care much about human relationships.

If we don't set the tone with him beforehand, cooperating next time will probably be just as difficult.

Su Feng looked down at his combat uniform, which was covered in mud: "Isn't it inappropriate for me to ride in your vehicle like this? Perhaps we should reschedule?"

"It's alright, it's alright," Li Qiming quickly said, his eyes narrowing into slits as he smiled. "It's dirty, so what? We can just wipe it clean later! Let's go, Section Chief Su, the car is over there."

Unable to refuse, Su Feng had no choice but to get into the film crew's car.

The car started, the windshield wipers swung rapidly across the windshield, and Li Qiming began to try to start a conversation.

"By the way, Section Chief Su," he said as if suddenly remembering, "why didn't you guys go to the clothing store yesterday to choose clothes? I heard they reserved some for your special forces team."

"They said they need two of you to try it out."

"Still want to try?" Su Feng frowned and sighed.

Both Li Qiming and Song Xiaotang looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Ah, Comrade Ye wasn't here yesterday either," Li Qiming quickly explained.

"I originally said I'd just take them with me, but they said it was Comrade Ye's special instruction. He said that the physique of you special forces members is different from that of ordinary people, and they weren't sure if you could wear them. They'd only be sure if someone went and tried them on."

The special forces members are all broad-shouldered and robust. Among the uniforms collected from them, many are unisex and standard-sized, which may not be able to support the special forces members' physiques.

Ye Wenxi noticed this detail when she took Su Feng's measurements to make his ball gown.

I had seen them train in the snowdrifts before, and they were all similar to Su Feng.

If this is the case, then most of the regular-sized clothing items collected so far will probably be too slim.

Su Feng paused slightly upon hearing this.

Was this something Ye Wenxi specifically instructed him to do?

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a shadow beneath his eyelids.

"Okay, I understand." His tone was flat, revealing no emotion. "I'll arrange for someone to go over there."

The irritation and worry in Su Feng's eyes vanished instantly.

This extremely subtle change was keenly noticed by Song Xiaotang.

She gave Su Feng a quick, indifferent glance.