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

"Dong-ge, aren't you embarrassed?"

Lu Weidong lazily raised his eyes and said dismissively, "What's so awkward about this?"

"Sigh..." Wang Hao sighed heavily.

After Ding Jiahe called him yesterday and told him that she had bought almost all the major items and supplies needed for the house, Wang Hao started to feel a little awkward.

Not only did they buy all the big-ticket items—washing machine, electric fan, radio—they also ordered a bicycle, saying it was a wedding gift for Wang Hao.

Wang Hao did buy some.

He asked someone to order a pair of gold rings and also bought Ding Jiahe a necklace that could not be found in shopping malls, along with a pair of gold earrings. The whole set cost more than three hundred yuan.

Although a day had passed since the phone call, Wang Hao felt increasingly uneasy the more he thought about it.

It was past eight o'clock when the battalion finished the exercise. He left the exercise field and went straight to Lu Weidong's house.

Lu Weidong is probably the only one in the entire military region who can understand his feelings.

"If you feel awkward, just buy more things." Lu Weidong crossed his arms and looked at the kid in front of him, deliberately putting on a mature look like someone who had been through it all.

Wang Hao shook his head, staring at the table: "That's not the point."

"When she called yesterday, I asked her if she had enough money, and whether she had used up all her compensation and war merit money."

"And then?" Lu Weidong picked up a peanut.

"Then..." Wang Hao propped himself up on his elbow, his face scrunched up like a bun, "I told her that when she came back, I would give her all my savings accounts."

"But she absolutely refused! She said it wasn't necessary and told me to keep it for my allowance."

Upon hearing this, Lu Weidong tried hard to suppress the slight upturn of the corners of his mouth.

He didn't speak or make eye contact with Wang Hao, and continued peeling peanuts while listening to the kid rambling on.

"She said she still had money, and I didn't need to give her a single penny. Then I asked her how much she had left." Wang Hao stopped talking and sighed again.

Wang Hao looked dejected and somewhat doubtful of life as he asked Lu Weidong, "Brother Dong, how can they earn so much money?"

Lu Weidong did not respond.

Seeing that he remained silent, Wang Hao moved the chair closer to him, the chair legs creaking as they scraped against the ground.

"Dong-ge, aren't you embarrassed at all?"

Lu Weidong chuckled, tossed a peanut into his mouth, chewed it twice, and uttered two words casually:

"childish."

He picked up his enamel mug, took a sip of water, and glanced at Wang Hao: "It's not a good thing that your wife earns a lot, what's there to be upset about?"

Wang Hao: "No..."

Lu Weidong: "She earns more, and you feel ashamed?"

Wang Hao: "No, not really..."

Lu Weidong: "Not a damn thing!"

Wang Hao opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time...

He leaned back, looked up at the ceiling, and muttered to himself, "I make sixty-two a month...she makes a little over a hundred...and there's the profit sharing with the partners...bonuses..."

The more I talked, the more awkward I felt.

"We'll be a couple soon, so what difference does it make who earns more or less?" Lu Weidong said with a serious expression, like a political commissar giving ideological advice. "Besides, is our profession something that can be measured by money?"

After he finished speaking, he picked up his water glass, took a sip, and looked at Wang Hao with a serious expression.

Wang Hao seemed to see through something. He curled up the corner of his mouth, revealing his little tiger tooth: "Brother Dong, you're just pretending, aren't you?"

"Cough—" Lu Weidong choked, almost spitting out his water. "What am I pretending for?"

"If Xiao Ding can earn so much money, how much must his wife earn? I don't believe you're not bothered by that." Wang Hao leaned forward. "Hey? Do you know how much his wife's salary is?"

After saying that, he added, "No, she's not on a payroll, she's the boss!"

Lu Weidong's face hardened like a brick, and he began to escalate the situation: "I've noticed something wrong with your thinking. Whatever she earns, it's all earned through her own hard work; we don't differentiate between those things. If it were me, would she complain about how much I earn? Your sister-in-law isn't that kind of person, and neither am I."

Wang Hao looked at him, his smile widening: "Brother Dong...you don't even know?"

The air froze for three seconds.

Lu Weidong closed his eyes in despair.

Today, the scars have been completely exposed.

He really didn't know.

But could I say this to Wang Hao? No. Not even if it meant death.

Ye Wenxi doesn't earn a fixed salary. He only knows that he has a large monthly income, but sometimes he will use it to help the clothing company make ends meet.

After a while, he still couldn't figure out the account, so he stopped asking about the specific amount.

He opened his eyes, picked up another peanut, threw it into his mouth, chewed for a long time, and finally managed to utter a sentence:

"You're too concerned about who earns more and who gets less. You're going to have a very difficult time in the future."

Wang Hao chuckled. "If you don't care, then why am I worrying about it?"

He picked up a piece of smashed cucumber from the table, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with a crunching sound.

As he was eating, he suddenly grinned and put his chopsticks down on the table.

Lu Weidong asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

"Do you think Commander Chen is in an even more awkward position?"

Lu Weidong touched his nose and almost burst out laughing.

There's no need to guess. Zhang Yunxia has earned more money in the garment factory in just six months than Commander Chen's entire annual salary.

The two exchanged a glance and chuckled simultaneously.

Zhang Yunxia's home.

Zhang Yunxia covered Zhang Xiangyang with a towel blanket, tiptoed out of bed, and turned the fan at the foot of the bed from medium to low.

This typhoon fan is a new model that Xiao Zhang, who runs errands, brought back from the department store. It's smaller than the regular floor fans, making it suitable for short-distance airflow in a room.

As soon as Zhang Yunxia heard that this model was available, she immediately ordered one and placed it in Zhang Xiangyang's room.

She tiptoed back to her room.

As soon as I entered, I saw Chen Yuanchuan lying on the bed, clutching a newspaper in his hand, with the fan next to the bed turned up to the highest setting, blowing loudly.

"Hey, why are you turning it on so high? It's giving me a headache." Zhang Yunxia walked over and casually adjusted the fan to the medium setting.

Chen Yuanchuan peeked half his face out from behind the newspaper and muttered, "Finally, I have a fan to cool off. You always took it to the sunny spot before, so I had to let myself cool off."

"Why didn't you say so earlier? I thought you weren't afraid of the heat." Zhang Yunxia took off her shoes and got into bed.

"As a father, of course I have to prioritize what my son uses. What does it matter if I get hot or not?" Chen Yuanchuan said matter-of-factly.

"Are you stupid?" Zhang Yunxia glared at him. "If you had told me earlier, I would have bought two more and put one in each room."

Chen Yuanchuan, holding the newspaper, turned to look at his wife and clicked his tongue: "Why do you sound like you're buying a fan like it's a cabbage?"