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

"Why does Wei Hua always come here? Is he looking for a girlfriend here?" Zhang Yunxia muttered.

"She...is just a little greedy." Ye Wenxi was telling the truth.

"There's not much to eat at home." That's also true.

"Huh? Is that girl that greedy?" Ding Jiahe frowned. "She doesn't seem like it."

"Ahem... You can't judge a book by its cover." Ye Wenxi smiled.

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Three knocks came from the warehouse's large iron gate, followed by the steady, powerful thud of military boots on the ground.

An officer dressed in a special forces uniform walked in.

"Hello, comrade, may I ask which one of you is in charge of the garment company?" he asked Zhang Yunxia.

"Here, this is it." Zhang Yunxia pointed to Ye Wenxi.

The officer strode up to Ye Wenxi, stood at attention, and saluted: "Fang Ruijun, leader of the first group of the special forces, has been ordered to collect his uniform."

"Hey, comrade, you don't need to salute me." Ye Wenxi quickly waved his hand.

"This is a military unit. As the person in charge, it is only right for you to salute." Fang Ruijun maintained his salute posture, his back straight, and his voice was firm and powerful.

Ye Wenxi sighed and nodded: "Alright... Hello, Comrade Fang Ruijun. My name is Ye Wenxi, you can just call me Comrade Ye from now on."

She turned her head and looked around, "Xiaoxue—"

Wang Yingxue ran over when she heard the call.

Ye Wenxi instructed her: "This is Team Leader Fang from the Special Forces. He's here to try on the uniforms the Special Forces use for performances. We specially kept a few yesterday. Ask Sister Shen where she put them and take this comrade to try them on. Mainly, try on the jacket and shirt to see if the shoulder and chest sizes fit."

"Okay, come with me, comrade." Wang Yingxue beckoned Fang Ruijun to walk inside.

"Okay, thank you." Fang Ruijun followed Wang Yingxue inside with a serious expression.

Wang Yingxue led him to the back of the warehouse and asked Shen Qiumei for a few pieces of clothing that had been specially reserved for the special forces team the day before.

As she rummaged through the items, she said, "Comrade, I've found you a few shirts and jackets. Try them on. The short-sleeved ones are stretchy, so they should fit you well. The main ones are the shirts, and there are a few tops that aren't stretchy, but I'm afraid you won't be able to button them up."

Wang Yingxue picked out a few pieces from the clothes rack. "Here, try these on."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and saw that Fang Ruijun had taken off his shirt, standing there shirtless, revealing his muscular chest and eight-pack abs.

"Oh my god—" Wang Yingxue quickly turned her head, "What's wrong with you... Hurry up and put your clothes on!"

"Comrade, you haven't given me the clothes yet," Fang Ruijun said calmly.

"I said it's not this... why did you take your clothes off here?" Wang Yingxue's ears turned bright red.

The people at the clothing company had incredibly sharp ears; upon hearing the noise, they jumped up and scurried backward.

Several heads were stacked on top of each other, hiding behind the shelves and peeking out furtively.

A row of heads, piled on top of each other, peeked out from the side of the shelf.

"Their special forces really do resemble whoever trains them; it's probably all Su Feng's fault," Ye Wenxi muttered under her breath. "They take their clothes off anywhere."

"So what if you take your clothes off? Everyone trains shirtless, right? Xiaoxue probably hasn't seen that often." Zhang Yunxia whispered in her ear.

Wang Yingxue turned her back, unsure whether to turn around or not.

She tossed a piece of clothing behind her: "Put this on first! We have a fitting room here, don't take it off here."

Fang Ruijun muttered to himself, "There are always troubles when there are a lot of women." He put his clothes on.

"I'm dressed," he said.

Wang Yingxue turned her head upon hearing the sound, glanced at it, and then everything went black.

Is this what you call being properly dressed?

The shirt could only be buttoned up at the waist; the top two buttons couldn't be fastened at all.

The bulging pectoral muscles stretched the neckline taut, creating creases in the fabric, and the buttons hung in mid-air, far from the buttonholes.

Helpless, Wang Yingxue shoved all the clothes she was holding into Fang Ruijun's hands: "See that? That big wooden hut over there is the fitting room. Go try all of these on. Let me know if any fit, and if not, don't force yourself to wear them. Don't force yourself to wear things that won't button up."

Fang Ruijun took the clothes with a serious expression, his demeanor unreadable, but he certainly wasn't particularly pleased.

Beside the shelves, Ding Jiahe, Zhang Yunxia, ​​Ye Wenxi, and a few other technicians were chatting and laughing heartily.

"No wonder Wenxi asked them to come over to try on clothes..." Zhang Yunxia clicked her tongue twice.

"What do they eat? Is their food different from ours?" a technician asked in a low voice.

"Their training volume is much higher than that of the regular army," Ding Jiahe added.

"I've seen them shirtless even in winter," Ye Wenxi said, cricket chirping.

"My goodness, they're shirtless even in winter?"

"Look at Xiaoxue's blushing face, oh my goodness, what's wrong with that?"

"Yeah, isn't it common to see people shirtless in the compound? I'd say Xiaoxue is just shy."

The group chatted back and forth, laughing and joking.

Outside the clothing store, Song Xiaotang followed the soldier's directions and found her way there.

She looked inside and saw that there was no one in the exhibition area near the entrance, so she stepped inside. Several workstations near the entrance were empty.

"Hello!" she greeted softly to the crowd of people sticking their butts out.

But these people were so engrossed that no one looked back.

"Hello!!" Song Xiaotang said a little louder.

Ding Jiahe was the first to hear the sound and turned her head.

"Producer Song?" Ding Jiahe quickly came over. "Producer Song, what brings you here?"

"I'm just looking around," Song Xiaotang said with a smile. "What are you all doing?"

She looked towards the crowd and saw a bunch of buttocks sticking out and a bunch of heads huddled together, one after another, seemingly peeking at something.

Ding Jiahe walked over and patted Ye Wenxi's butt.

Ye Wenxi nudged her back: "Wait a minute, let me hear what Xiaoxue is saying to him."

"Ahem, Producer Song is here!" Ding Jiahe announced loudly.

The group of people all stood up in a flurry of chatter, hurriedly tidying their appearance.

Ye Wenxi turned around and saw Song Xiaotang standing there with a smile. She quickly went up to greet her, "Producer Song, hey, what brings you here? Is there anything I can help you with?"

When asked this question, Song Xiaotang was a little unsure how to answer.

Nothing much...or rather, nothing work-related.

Driven by her curiosity about Ye Wenxi and the clothing company, she wanted to come and see for herself again.

"Oh, didn't I skip choosing my uniform yesterday?" Song Xiaotang came up with an excuse on the spot. "I heard there have been some changes to our budget and uniform arrangements, so I came to confirm again."

"Yes, yes, that's right. I haven't had a chance to tell you about this yet, I'm so sorry." Ye Wenxi quickly led her to the open meeting area, found a small round table for her to sit down, and then explained the background and situation.

Song Xiaotang listened and nodded, even though she had already heard about this matter.

"There's one more thing I'd like to talk to you about." Song Xiaotang rubbed the enamel mug in her hand.