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

The four dishes that Ding Jiahe and the others had gotten from the cafeteria were already laid out on the table. Ye Wenxi also made a plate of fried crispy pork and cut a piece of braised beef.

She then took a jar of chilled yellow peaches from the refrigerator and poured it into an enamel basin.

"Come on, let's get started!" Ye Wenxi called to the two of them.

Ding Jiahe immediately took a small bowl, scooped out two pieces of canned yellow peaches, took a few spoonfuls of the broth, and drank a sip: "Ah~~ It's so cool and refreshing. I want to buy a refrigerator too."

Ye Wenxi took a sip of the half-full glass of iced drink, put the glass on the table, and let out a long sigh: "Go ahead and buy it, it's not like you can't afford it now."

"Come on, that would mean losing all my demobilization pay." Ding Jiahe stuffed a bite of fried pork into her mouth.

"What's there to be afraid of? You still have the pension and the salary I give you, right? We'll earn more and more in the future," Ye Wenxi said, chewing her food and speaking indistinctly.

Ding Jiahe and Zhang Yunxia put down their chopsticks, their eyes narrowed into slits, and they looked at her helplessly with pursed lips.

"Otherwise, why would everyone say she's a spendthrift?" the two said in unison.

"It's like you're talking about buying a refrigerator, as if you're buying a pair of shorts," Ding Jiahe said, glancing at her sideways.

Ye Wenxi almost burst out laughing as soon as he picked up his wine glass.

"Okay, okay, you can buy it later. If you want to drink it, just get ice from my house, alright?" She waved her hand with a smile.

"Wenxi, how can you eat so much ice? I've seen you drink ice even when you're on your period. Doesn't your stomach hurt?" Zhang Yunxia frowned, looking worried.

"Ah..." Ye Wenxi stammered, "Are you alright? Hehehehe." This was a habit she had brought from modern times.

"When are you and Weidong planning to have a child?" Zhang Yunxia asked again.

Ye Wenxi suddenly realized: "Do I look like I have a lot of maternal love to you?"

"Get lost!" Zhang Yunxia rolled her eyes at her. "So you're not planning on having it?"

"How old am I? Besides, I have to go to university in September. How can I have time to have children? And besides, how busy are we right now? I don't have time to take care of children." Ye Wenxi waved her hand.

"You're in your early twenties, that's the best time to conceive. Your body recovers quickly. If you wait a little longer, don't end up like me. I was late in conceiving back then, and I haven't been able to conceive all these years," Zhang Yunxia earnestly advised.

"Don't try to persuade me. Even my Lu Weidong hasn't tried to persuade me. Why don't you try to persuade this lady?" Ye Wenxi pointed at Ding Jiahe with her chopsticks.

Ding Jiahe paused, picking up a piece of cold dish with her chopsticks, then lowered her head to eat, raising her eyelids slightly: "Why are you trying to persuade me?"

Zhang Yunxia immediately understood and looked at Ding Jiahe with a grin: "When are you and Wang Hao planning to get married and register your marriage?"

Ding Jiahe looked like she'd seen a ghost: "Why...why would I get a marriage certificate?"

"So you're not planning to marry him? You want to marry someone else?" Ye Wenxi pressed her advantage.

"No, oh dear, that's too fast. We haven't been together for very long." Ding Jiahe was annoyed by them.

"Isn't this just a matter of time? You're not a child anymore. How old are you this year?" Zhang Yunxia asked.

"Twenty-four? What's wrong? Is it big?" Ding Jiahe picked up her chopsticks and popped peanuts into her mouth one by one, as fast as a chicken pecking at rice.

"Oh, haven't you heard? It's best to give birth before you're twenty-five." Zhang Yunxia said seriously.

Ding Jiahe slammed her chopsticks on the table: "I've noticed, you've changed, Sister Yunxia. You weren't like this before you gave birth to Xiangyang."

"I'm just worried that you two will end up like me. It would be so frustrating if you couldn't find someone after you turned thirty." Zhang Yunxia's words came from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't worry, Jiahe is healthy and has plenty of energy. You can tell by looking at her." Ye Wenxi patted Ding Jiahe on the shoulder.

"Leave me alone. I think you should really work out. You stay indoors all day and never go out. Your face is pale and you're as weak as a stick." Ding Jiahe rolled her eyes at her.

"It's alright, my Lu Weidong is in good health," Ye Wenxi said with a smile.

"Oh my god!"

"Oh--"

Ding Jiahe and Zhang Yunxia exclaimed "Ouch!" in strong disapproval.

"Come on, we've been talking for so long and haven't raised our glasses yet, let's start with one." Ye Wenxi raised her beer glass first. The other two followed suit.

"Congratulations on taking a big step forward in our film promotion. I had a good chat with Song Xiaotang in her office today. She said she needs to talk to the production team again and communicate with the studio. I should get an indication of the intentions of my superiors and partners in the next few days, and then we can start working."

"Come on, bottoms up!" The three men's glasses clinked together on the table.

The impact was too forceful, causing some of the wine to splash out and spill a few drops into the soup.

The three of them tilted their heads back and gulped down the beer in their glasses.

"Oh, I'm so happy! I'm so happy!" Ye Wenxi put down her cup and refilled it for her two sisters.

Around 7 o'clock, in the Northeast summer, it gets dark late, and there is still a touch of dark red on the horizon.

Lu Weidong and Wang Hao sat on the roof of the old warehouses on the east side of the military compound.

It's a secluded spot, not many people come up here, but the view is good; you can see the distant playground and the lights of the family compound.

The evening breeze carried the lingering heat of the day, making my face feel sticky, but it was better than being cooped up indoors.

A bag of peanuts, a few cucumbers, some takeout from the cafeteria, and two steamed buns were at their feet. Wang Hao picked up a bottle of soda and handed one to Lu Weidong.

Lu Weidong used chopsticks to pry it open, and "pop—" the bottle cap popped open, the soda bubbling and hissing at the bottle opening.

"How's it going?" Lu Weidong asked Wang Hao with a smile.

Wang Hao popped a few peanuts into his mouth, chewed them a couple of times, and said slowly, "Unlike you, my progress is a bit slow, limited to above the neck."

Lu Weidong slowly turned his head, staring at him speechlessly: "Was that the hell I talking about? I meant, when are you planning to get married?"

"I'd like to," Wang Hao sighed, stretching out his legs and supporting himself with his hands behind his back.

"As soon as my mom heard that I was dating Xiao Ding, she started pressuring me even more than I was. She called my dorm every few days to ask when we were going to get married."

"What? Ding Jiahe doesn't agree?" Lu Weidong unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

"No. I didn't ask her either... I didn't dare to ask." He chuckled awkwardly twice.

"What a spineless coward." Lu Weidong glanced at him sideways.

Wang Hao clicked his tongue: "Tsk... Who can be faster than you at this? Stop teasing me, give me some advice." He thought for a moment, then quickly added, "Don't give me your advice, I'm afraid Xiao Ding will beat me to death."

"I..." Lu Weidong stammered for a long time without getting a clear answer.

The two drank casually, popping peanuts into their mouths one by one.

"How long are they going to keep drinking?" Lu Weidong leaned against the stone railing with his arms crossed and sighed.

"How about we go join the fun?" Wang Hao glanced at him sideways and suggested with a grin.

Lu Weidong glanced at his watch: "It's still early, let's wait another hour. Anyway, I have to go home on time."

"Okay, you go home then, I'll pick up Xiao Ding. Come on, let's have a kiss."

Bang—two soda bottles tapped lightly against each other in the twilight, making a crisp sound.