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

"This...this can be loaned out so much?" Lu Zhenghua's voice changed.

"Normally, no." Ye Wenxi smiled. "The maximum loan for self-employed individuals was originally 20,000 yuan. The city held a special meeting to discuss it as a special case, and considering future support policies, it was approved."

Lu Zhenghua's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

From the moment he stepped inside, everything was challenging his understanding of the world.

The exhibition area at the entrance wasn't just set up randomly; the spotlights and mannequins were all custom-made.

The wall displays complete rules and regulations, with clear work processes and a comfortable rest area and tea room for employees.

When he first heard about Ye Wenxi's "deeds," he only thought that this girl was thoughtful, daring, and outstanding among young people.

But after stepping into her work area and seeing it all with my own eyes, I realized that I had been too naive.

Looking at his daughter-in-law, Lu Zhenghua was filled with many emotions.

He secretly glanced at Liu Xiuyun.

Liu Xiuyun was also looking at him, her eyes conveying the same meaning.

"Second sister-in-law, may I take this?" Lu Weihua called out to Ye Wenxi.

Lu Zhenghua nudged Liu Xiuyun with his elbow and whispered, "Do you think your son isn't good enough for her?"

"Get lost." Liu Xiuyun glared at him. "Wei Dong isn't bad either."

"Oh my, old lady, your son has become 'not bad'? Not 'top-notch' anymore?" Lu Zhenghua teased in a low voice from the side.

"Sigh... Who can blame me when Wenxi is just too outstanding?" Liu Xiuyun sighed with emotion.

Lu Zhenghua looked at Ye Wenxi, who was joking around with Lu Weihua: "Yes, we've seen many outstanding young officers, but Wenxi is one of a kind."

Ye Wenxi picked out a few items from the remaining goods at the trade fair and gave them to Lu Weihua.

Lu Weihua returned with a full load of goods, running back with a grin, only to be muttered a few words by Liu Xiuyun.

"Mom, let's just eat in the cafeteria for lunch, don't cook. Neither of you has eaten there much," Ye Wenxi said.

"Your dad is embarrassed to go. He's afraid of running into acquaintances or being invited to dinner by others."

"This meal is on me, no one else can treat us." Ye Wenxi glanced at her watch. "It's almost lunchtime. I'll call Weidong and ask him to wait for us in the cafeteria."

She walked across the work area, picked up the phone to dial, and it rang.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Oh, you really are at the clothing store? It's me, I'm back." Ding Jiahe's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You're back? So soon? Where are you? At the military region?"

"Don't even mention it, we're stuck in Harbin," Ding Jiahe said irritably.

"what?"

"I called to ask you something. Are there any vehicles from the logistics department coming to the city to make purchases today? The buses to the military region have been suspended due to the heavy rain. The short-distance trains and buses have also stopped running, so Wang Hao and I can't get back."

"Wait here, I'll go ask them for you. I remember they should have some today."

Ye Wenxi hung up the phone and dialed the logistics department to ask when the procurement vehicle would return to the military region.

Just an hour or two later, a car came back from Harbin.

She told Ding Jiahe the news and then called Lu Weidong, saying she would wait for him in the cafeteria at noon.

The torrential rain continued, and emergency announcements were repeatedly broadcast over the loudspeaker.

This torrential rain is a once-in-fifty-year event, and dirt roads and mud roads in many surrounding areas were washed away, causing many short-distance bus routes to be suspended.

Traffic between Harbin and surrounding counties and towns has been almost completely paralyzed.

At the front desk of the state-run No. 2 guesthouse, the radio box was turned up to full volume.

A female staff member turned to her colleague and said, "Oh my, this rain is so heavy, did you hear that? It's a once-in-fifty-year event."

"Yeah, I haven't seen this much rain in years. It's been pouring since yesterday." Another staff member put down his notebook, glanced at his watch, and asked, "Hey, has that person from room 302 come out yet?"

"No. After the woman surnamed Huang left this morning, the other comrade surnamed Wang hasn't come out."

"When Comrade Huang left, she specifically asked me to do her a favor. She said her colleague wasn't feeling well and she didn't know how he was doing. She asked us to keep an eye on him and check on him if he didn't come out for a long time."

"How about... we knock on the door and take a look?"

"I'll go ask."

The female staff member stood up, walked to Wang Yingxue's door, and knocked.

"Hello, comrade, are you there?"

There was no response from inside.

She knocked twice more: "Hello, comrade? Are you alright?"

Wang Yingxue lay on the bed, wrapped in two blankets, breathing heavily.

My fever has returned; my whole body is burning hot, and it feels like someone is hammering my bones.

She vaguely heard the door open and tried to answer, but her throat was so dry it felt like it was covered with sandpaper, and she couldn't make a sound.

"Hello, comrade." The voice outside the door grew louder.

Wang Yingxue gritted her teeth, propped herself up on the edge of the bed, and moved step by step to the door, holding onto the wall.

It took two pulls to open the door. When the door was finally opened, she was leaning against the door frame, her face pale, her lips cracked, and her eyes sunken.

"Oh dear, sir!" The female staff member quickly helped her up. "Are you sick? You have such a high fever. Are you alright? Do you need any help?"

Wang Yingxue opened her mouth, wanting to say "It's okay," but her body couldn't hold on any longer.

My legs buckled, and I slid down.

"Sister Zhang! Sister Zhang! Come here quickly—!" The female staff member grabbed her and turned to shout downstairs.

Two staff members hurriedly helped Wang Yingxue back to bed.

Sister Zhang unscrewed the thermos, poured a cup of water, and carefully fed her two sips.

Water trickled down the corner of her mouth. Wang Yingxue coughed twice, her eyelids lifted slightly, then drooped again.

"Comrade, you're so sick, have you taken your medicine?" Sister Zhang touched her forehead, it was frighteningly hot. "This won't do, you need to go to the hospital. Do you have any family members nearby? We can help you contact them."

Wang Yingxue's lips moved, but her voice was so faint it was barely audible.

After several days of high fever and exhaustion, she was completely drained and didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

Another staff member suddenly remembered something: "Hey, when that colleague surnamed Huang left me a note, she said to call these numbers if she couldn't make it."

"Then go and fight quickly."

The staff member ran back to the front desk and pulled the note out of the drawer.

Three numbers were written on it with a ballpoint pen: Cheng Yi She, Ye Wenxi, and Zhang Yunxia.

She dialed the first two numbers, but no one answered. She then dialed the third.

Zhang Yunxia was sitting at home, listening to the news report about the rainstorm on the radio, when a loud clap of thunder sounded outside.

Zhang Xiangyang ran around the living room brandishing a wooden sword. She called out, "Xiangyang, aren't you afraid of thunder?"

"I'm not afraid when my mom is home."

The phone rang.

Zhang Yunxia answered the phone: "Feed? Hello."

"Hello, is this Zhang Yunxia's home? We are from the Harbin State-Run Second Guesthouse..."

After hearing a few words, Zhang Yunxia's expression changed: "What?"

"Okay, okay, I understand... But it'll take us at least two or three hours to get there. Comrades, could you please look after her for me? We'll be there soon, okay?"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yunxia paused for two seconds.

Oh no, all the cars are parked, how are we going to get there?

She picked up the phone again and dialed Chen Yuanchuan's office, but no one answered.

I called the logistics department, but no one answered.

"They all went to eat?!" Zhang Yunxia paced around anxiously for a moment, then a name suddenly flashed into her mind.

She quickly picked up the phone and dialed Su Feng's office number.

"Feed? Su Feng?"

"sister in law?"

Su Feng's deep voice came from the phone.