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

"Um... Xiaoxue..." Ye Wenxi called out a little embarrassedly.

Wang Yingxue looked up at the sound: "Huh? What's wrong, Wenxi?"

Ye Wenxi beckoned her over: "I want to go to Harbin with Jiahe tomorrow. We have a lot of things to do this time."

She showed Wang Yingxue the notebook in her hand, which was filled with a bunch of notes.

Wang Yingxue glanced at the notebook, then at Ye Wenxi's face, and suddenly smiled: "Do you want me to go with you?"

Ye Wenxi chuckled and nodded somewhat shyly.

She knew that Wang Yingxue had just recovered from a serious illness and was feeling much better. She had also just left a few days ago, so she really shouldn't have to trouble her any further.

But Ye Wenxi couldn't handle it all by herself. With Wang Yingxue around, she could spare the energy to deal with matters at the Academy of Fine Arts and the Light Industry Bureau.

"You should assess it yourself," Ye Wenxi said. "Staying at the garment company can solve the problem, but I might have to stay in Harbin for a few days this time."

Wang Yingxue thought for a moment and said, "I'll go with you."

"Really? Can your Aunt Han and Aunt Zhao handle it?"

Wang Yingxue hesitated for a moment: "Overall, there shouldn't be any major problems, but I'm worried about any unexpected situations. But it's okay, everyone in the compound can take care of them."

"Besides... if I go with you, you and Jiahe can finish your business and come back faster. She still needs to prepare for the wedding, and neither of you can be away on business trips for extended periods."

"Yes, yes, yes," Ye Wenxi nodded repeatedly, a smile on his lips, "The three of us going together will get things done faster."

"Then who are you going to ask for help?" Ye Wenxi asked knowingly.

Wang Yingxue pursed her lips, rolled her eyes to the side, and said in a soft voice, "Annoying..." Then she turned around and went back.

Ye Wenxi watched her retreating figure and chuckled to himself.

Wang Yingxue worked at her desk for a while, but one thought kept swirling in her mind.

She rubbed her fingers together, and finally picked up the phone.

His fingers hovered over the dial pad for several seconds, dialed two circles, and then he quickly hung up the phone with a sigh.

She picked up her pen again and continued writing the document. After writing for a while, she glanced at the phone again and clicked her tongue.

In the end, I picked it up and dialed the number.

"Hey? Hello?" The person on the other end answered; it was Old Li from the dormitory management office.

Wang Yingxue: "I would like to leave a message for Comrade Fang Ruijun."

Who are you?

"I am... Wang Yingxue from the clothing company."

"Okay, go ahead and say it."

Wang Yingxue lowered her voice: "Please tell Comrade Fang... I'll be going to Harbin on a business trip for a few days. If he has the time and it's convenient for him, could he... perhaps take a moment to check on things occasionally?"

"What are you looking after?" Old Li asked.

"He knows, so just leave a message like that."

After leaving the message, she put down the phone, and only then did her ears start to turn red and hot.

She picked at her fingers, muttering to herself, "Ugh, what am I doing... He trains every day, he's exhausted when he gets back to the dorm, how could he have time... What am I even saying..."

Zhang Yunxia had just come from the warehouse and stood behind her watching for a while before suddenly speaking up: "What are you muttering to yourself about?"

Wang Yingxue shuddered, almost jumping off her chair: "Oh my! Sister Yunxia, ​​you scared me! When did you get behind me?"

She was stunned when she saw Zhang Yunxia.

She could have easily asked Zhang Yunxia to deliver some groceries occasionally, so why did she subconsciously choose Fang Ruijun instead?

Thinking about this, her ears suddenly turned red again, and her face also turned red.

Zhang Yunxia watched her muttering to herself, her ears and face turning red, as if she were changing expressions: "What's wrong with you? Do you have a fever again?"

"Huh?" Wang Yingxue quickly touched her face, extremely flustered. "Is...is it red?"

More than an hour later, Su Feng and his special forces team had just finished a weighted cross-country training exercise.

After a routine field training exercise within the military region, there is only a short rest period.

After everyone takes off their gear, takes a shower, and has a meal, they immediately have to work non-stop.

All-night simulated combat exercises from 6 p.m. to 5 a.m. are commonplace for special forces teams.

Fang Ruijun returned to his dormitory carrying his belongings. Just as he entered the gate, Old Li from the management office called out, "Team Leader Fang! There's a message for you!"

He walked over, and Old Li handed him a note.

Fang Ruijun looked down and a smile spread across his face, his eyes radiating amusement.

He stuffed the note into his pocket, turned around, and walked out.

His teammate called out to him, "Team leader! Where are you going? We have training in a bit!"

"You guys go first," Fang Ruijun said without turning his head. "I'll go straight to the training ground."

"So you're not going to rest?"

"No more rest."

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Inside the clothing store, Ye Wenxi and Wang Yingxue were discussing recruitment.

"Please keep these professional positions at the Labor Bureau. Don't remove the previous positions; keep them listed. Designers and senior technicians will still be the highest priority."

Wang Yingxue nodded in agreement, taking notes on a piece of paper as she listened.

"It would be best to ask them how they're doing their recruitment and promotion now," Ye Wenxi frowned. "I'm very curious. To be honest, I think the number of people they're interviewing right now could be a bit larger."

"Are you questioning their promotional efficiency?"

Ye Wenxi nodded: "The Labor Bureau's publicity and promotion efficiency is too low. It can't keep up with the urgent and essential recruitment needs of us."

Wang Yingxue wrote on the paper: "From what I understand, they will regularly send out recruitment requests to communities and streets, but the cycle is relatively long, about once a week."

Wang Yingxue recounted what she knew to Ye Wenxi.

Neither of them noticed that the heavy sound of military boots had already begun to echo from the entrance of the clothing store, clattering and approaching.

Wang Yingxue was still engrossed in writing when she suddenly heard a sound above her head—

"Comrade Wang Yingxue..."

Fang Ruijun's deep voice boomed above Wang Yingxue's head.

Wang Yingxue's hand suddenly froze.

Then, it felt like someone had put a red-hot iron pot on my ear, and my entire earlobe instantly turned bright red.

She dared not look up; the tip of her pen poked at the paper, leaving a small blot of ink.

But this cry of "Comrade Wang Yingxue" was like a pebble thrown into calm water, exploding on several desks around the garment company.

Zhang Yunxia, ​​Ding Jiahe, and Ye Wenxi all raised their heads at the same time.

The three people's eyes met for a fleeting moment in mid-air, and at the same time, the corners of their mouths turned up, and they all tried their best to press them down.

Ye Wenxi rubbed the corner of her mouth with her hand, Zhang Yunxia pretended to stand up to look for something, and Ding Jiahe buried her face behind the documents, only revealing her eyes to secretly watch.

Wang Yingxue finally raised her head, looked at Fang Ruijun, and said in a weak voice:

"You...how did you get here? I'm at work..."