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

Zhang Yunxia and Ding Jiahe sat on Ye Wenxi's sofa.

One of them crossed his arms and glared at Ye Wenxi, while the other propped his head up and rubbed his temples, groaning.

Ye Wenxi sat at the dining table, his hands clasped together, his thumbs twirling, his head down. Every now and then he would raise his eyes to meet Ding Jiahe's gaze, then lower them again guiltily.

"I'm telling you, you're just too conservative," Ye Wenxi added, seemingly unafraid of the consequences.

Ding Jiahe was so angry she almost rolled her eyes.

"If you don't believe me, ask your sister-in-law," Ye Wenxi continued, stubbornly arguing.

"Oh dear, I'll never drink this much again." Zhang Yunxia rubbed her temples. "My husband, Mr. Chen, said that Weidong called him yesterday. When he arrived, I was sleeping soundly on the floor, snoring away."

She turned to look at Ding Jiahe: "What about you? How did you get home last night?"

Ding Jiahe snorted and recounted what had happened the previous night.

After hearing this, Zhang Yunxia laughed so hard she almost rolled off the sofa: "Oh my god! How could I have fallen asleep? How could I not have seen it? Hahahaha!"

Ye Wenxi chuckled sheepishly, "See, I told you so."

"How embarrassing!" Ding Jiahe's face turned bright red.

Ye Wenxi got up, took out a can of yellow peaches from the refrigerator, poured them into an enamel basin, and presented it to Ding Jiahe like an offering: "I was wrong, please have some canned yellow peaches and forgive me."

Ding Jiahe took the basin and shoveled large mouthfuls of food into her mouth.

"So, why did you two come here today? You didn't come just to criticize me, did you?" Ye Wenxi asked, tilting her head.

Zhang Yunxia snatched the enamel basin from Ding Jiahe's hand, stuffed two mouthfuls of canned yellow peaches into her mouth, and mumbled:

"I went to the mutual aid society when I came here. I wanted to ask how many resumes they collected for Xiaoxue's matter? Aren't they waiting for Company Commander Zhang's mother?"

"How is it? What is she doing?" Ye Wenxi asked.

"No. They haven't come yet." Zhang Yunxia swallowed a mouthful of canned yellow peaches.

"I asked Director Zhang, and I heard that Company Commander Zhang didn't want his mother to work too hard and didn't want her to have to work outside."

"His mother also prefers to enjoy a comfortable retirement and doesn't want to go out and work. It seems like our plan has gone a bit astray."

"Huh? You're not even tempted by such a high salary?" Ye Wenxi rested her chin on her hand, looking a little worried. "What should we do? It seems like there aren't many people in our department who are very skilled in traditional Chinese medicine."

"However, there was another person who said his mother had some medical experience and he wanted to give it a try," Zhang Yunxia added.

"Who is it? Have you looked into it before?" Ye Wenxi pressed.

"He hasn't arrived yet, and I haven't seen him either. They said it's someone from the special forces." Zhang Yunxia stuffed another big mouthful of canned yellow peaches into her mouth. "Didn't the special forces not work in our military region before? There weren't many of them with them."

"It seems this person only decided to join the army after seeing our job posting. My head is spinning; I forgot to ask who it was earlier. I'll go ask them later."

Ye Wenxi sighed, "This matter can't be delayed any longer. Xiaoxue's mother really needs someone to take care of her."

"We can't keep this under wraps for too long just because of our own needs."

Zhang Yunxia nodded in agreement:

"So, that's what I was thinking too. I was thinking of notifying them today and starting tomorrow."

"Alright, let's get started then." Ye Wenxi nodded. "You said last time you wanted to do something big, what's the plan?"

Ye Wenxi's question really got Zhang Yunxia excited.

"I've got everything arranged. It's like the job fair you mentioned before, something like that," Zhang Yunxia explained her plan to Ye Wenxi.

The mutual aid society has now differentiated between general workers and skilled workers.

Regarding the recruitment of skilled workers, she suggested that the mutual aid society organize a job fair, allowing various companies to bring together the skilled worker positions they need and conduct interviews at the same time.

The participating units included the film crew, various departments of the military region, and a garment company.

"Take electricians for example. The military region needs them, and the film crew needs them too. One person can interview for two units and multiple electrician positions at the same time. This is convenient for applicants and also improves recruitment efficiency. Moreover, once the scale is set up, the momentum and influence are also great."

She became more and more excited as she spoke: "I've already spoken to the mutual aid society and the military region about this. If they can send out the notification today, we can have the interview tomorrow."

"That's a great idea!" Ye Wenxi smiled at her. "Sister Yunxia, ​​I've discovered you're really good at this."

Zhang Yunxia was a little embarrassed by the praise and waved her hand, saying, "I learned it from you."

After leaving Ye Wenxi's house, Zhang Yunxia began to make arrangements for this matter.

The mutual aid society members started making phone calls and running errands to notify various departments and individuals.

Knowing that Ye Wenxi and his team were particularly interested in recruiting caregivers, Wang Xiaoling was the first to run to the special forces dormitory and leave a message for the management.

Tell him to tell Fang Ruijun that interviews start tomorrow and ask him to inform the military families to come to the military region in advance to prepare. The time and location should be clearly stated.

When Fang Ruijun returned from training in the afternoon, the staff informed him of the news.

He thought for a moment and then dialed Su Feng's office number.

"Section Chief, I'd like to ask for two hours off to go back and pick up my mom."

"Pick up your mom?" Su Feng paused for a moment on the other end of the phone.

"There's a domestic helper position at the garment factory, and my mom wants to try it out. If she gets it, she can stay permanently in the military region," Fang Ruijun explained. "After my dad passed away, I asked her to come over, but she never did."

"She felt her life was too restrictive and stifling. Now that this position is available, she's retired and has something to do here, so she agreed to give it a try."

Su Feng didn't ask any further questions: "Okay, go ahead. There's no training this afternoon, so pick up Auntie."

Fang Ruijun hung up the phone, turned around and went out the door.

Before nightfall, Fang Ruijun brought his mother to the military region and arranged for her to stay in a temporary guesthouse.

The old lady's surname is Zhao. She is in her early sixties and was a retired TCM doctor from Harbin Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. She spent her whole life practicing acupuncture and massage, specializing in treating sequelae of stroke and hemiplegia.

After retiring, she stayed at home with nothing to do. Her son asked her to join him in his military post, but she refused, feeling bored in an unfamiliar place.

When he heard about a job with no age requirement, he finally agreed to give it a try.

"What kind of patients are we taking care of?" Mrs. Zhao asked her son, sitting by the bed.

"I'm not quite sure, I only know it's a sequela, and I'm not very able to take care of myself," Fang Ruijun answered truthfully.

Grandma Zhao frowned: "Could I go take a look first?"

"Mom, it's already late, isn't it a bit inconvenient?" Fang Ruijun asked hesitantly, glancing out the window.

"What time is it? It's just lunchtime." Old Mrs. Zhao glanced at him.

She shifted closer to the edge of the bed and sat up straight. "I need to check on that person's condition and see if they can recover. What if they get the job, and I find out they're not the right person at all? That would be a waste of their time."

"Mom, with your professional skills, you're more than capable of doing this," Fang Ruijun said.

"You don't understand." Old Mrs. Zhao waved her hand. "I'm not going there just to serve people their food, drink, and toilet needs."

She tapped the edge of the bed with her finger, her tone becoming serious: "I've been a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner my whole life, and if I haven't helped people get better, where would I put my face?"

Fang Ruijun nodded: "Okay, then wait for me, I'll go ask."

He walked downstairs to the guesthouse and dialed the mutual aid society's number.

Wang Xiaoling hadn't finished get off work yet, so she answered the phone and listened to him finish. She then told him that Wang Yingxue's house had a telephone, which had just been installed a couple of days ago by the clothing company, and that he could call directly there.

Fang Ruijun dialed Wang Yingxue's home number.

"Hello, who is this?" Wang Yingxue's voice was clear and bright.

"Hello, Comrade Wang Yingxue, I am Fang Ruijun."

Wang Yingxue frowned as she held the phone. Fang Ruijun? Isn't that the guy who took off his clothes on the spot? Why is he calling her?

Fang Ruijun quickly explained that his mother had professional skills and planned to apply for a caregiver position.

Wang Yingxue suddenly remembered that Zhang Yunxia seemed to have mentioned to her that a family member of a special forces soldier was applying for a job, and that was Fang Ruijun.

"My mother wants to go see Auntie, check on her overall condition, and assess the probability of improvement. Is now a convenient time?" Fang Ruijun asked.

Wang Yingxue glanced at her watch; it wasn't even seven o'clock yet.

"Okay, come over here."