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

The sound of Ye Wenxi falling and the sound of the parasol hitting the ground immediately attracted the attention of the guests and staff in the lobby.

Suddenly, a group of people surrounded them.

"Comrade! Comrade!" The waiter knelt down and patted her cheek. "You've probably got heatstroke. Quick, get a wet towel! And a glass of water!"

Someone ran to fetch water, and someone else brought a wet towel to place on Ye Wenxi's forehead.

The waiter pinched her philtrum and splashed cold water on her face, but Ye Wenxi's eyelids twitched a few times. Although she was breathing, she did not wake up.

"Let me try this."

A cool, clear voice rang out from outside the crowd.

Everyone turned around. Lin Wanzhi was holding a small medicine bottle in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed.

The small medicine bottle has a transparent body, a white label, a red cap, and the words "Double Flying Man" printed on it in traditional Chinese characters.

She unscrewed the bottle cap, and a strong, cool aroma of mint mixed with alcohol immediately filled the air.

Lin Wanzhi poured a few drops into her palm, quickly rubbed her hands together until they were warm, then bent down and placed her palms firmly on Ye Wenxi's temples, massaging them slowly in a clockwise circular motion.

Then I applied some more to both sides of her neck and the inside of her wrists.

The unique coolness of the double-flying man and the spiciness of the mint stimulated Ye Wenxi's skin and nerves, as if someone had torn a hole in her chaotic mind.

Not long after, her eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was the face of a cool and aloof woman, and the anxious expressions of the surrounding waiters.

"Comrade? Comrade? Are you feeling better? Can you speak?"

Ye Wenxi stared at the pile of faces in front of her, and her first thought was—Oh no, I've made a huge fool of myself.

"...It's nothing," she said weakly, propping herself up on her arms as she tried to sit up. "It's probably just heatstroke. I just need something cool to cool me down."

The waiter helped her to sit on the sofa and turned to get a towel.

Lin Wanzhi handed over the Double Flying Man in her hand: "Use this one, it works better."

"Ah, thank you, comrade." The waiter took the product and applied it again to Ye Wenxi's neck, wrists, and temples.

The refreshing coolness made Ye Wenxi breathe a long sigh of relief. She took the water glass and slowly drank a few sips, and her complexion finally improved.

Seeing that she was alright, Lin Wanzhi gently placed the bottle on the sofa armrest and smiled faintly: "You can keep this."

"Hey, comrade, no need..." Ye Wenxi tried to call out to her.

Lin Wanzhi had already turned and left, her steps unhurried, disappearing outside the revolving door.

Ye Wenxi leaned back on the sofa and reached out to pick up the bottle of medicine.

She saw the words clearly, and suddenly jolted awake.

She sat up abruptly, but the sudden movement caused her headache. A waiter nearby quickly helped her up, saying, "Sir, please lie down and don't move. Get some rest."

She looked down at the small glass bottle in her hand.

The white label is somewhat worn, but the three traditional Chinese characters for "Double Flying Man" and the French trademark "RICQLES" are still clearly visible.

Ye Wenxi was very familiar with this; it was a medicine she always kept at her home in modern times.

Shenzhen is very close to the port city, and every time she goes to the port city, she brings back Shuangfeiren (a type of snack) as small gifts for her relatives and friends.

However, in 79, there could not be any "double-flying people" on the mainland; only people from Hong Kong would carry them with them.

That aloof face, that fashionable outfit worn in a Hong Kong office building.

Ye Wenxi made a guess almost instantly. Could it be someone from Huitongji Apparel?

A sudden exclamation pulled Ye Wenxi back from her speculative thoughts.

"Wenxi! Oh my god!" Ding Jiahe rushed over from the revolving door, followed by Wang Yingxue who was running at top speed. "What happened to you? What happened?"

Ye Wenxi waved her hand: "It's nothing, I just had heatstroke, I'm much better now."

"Heatstroke? Should we go to the hospital?" Wang Yingxue's face turned pale with anxiety.

"No need, I've recovered. Let's go back to our room."

With the help of Wang Yingxue and Ding Jiahe, Ye Wenxi returned to her room, lay down on the bed, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"How could you get heatstroke? You got it after only half a day out! I'm telling you, you really need to exercise!" Ding Jiahe muttered as she wrung out a towel to wipe her face. "With this constitution, how will you ever become a billionaire?"

"You're so afraid of the heat, no wonder you always drink iced drinks," Wang Yingxue said anxiously from the side.

"We're talking to you, what are you staring at this bottle for?" Ding Jiahe snatched the Double Bird drink from Ye Wenxi's hand. "What's this? Where did you get it?"

"Given to me by the people at Huitong Apparel."

"What?!"

"ah??"

Wang Yingxue and Ding Jiahe shouted at the same time.

"Have you met with people from Huitong Apparel? Did they give it to you?"

Ye Wenxi took the bottle back from her hand and shook it: "I guessed."

"How did you guess?" Ding Jiahe asked, her eyes wide.

"Look, it has traditional Chinese characters and English, unlike things from mainland China. So I guessed... it's from Hong Kong."

Ding Jiahe rolled her eyes: "How come you're so 'good at guessing'?!"

Wang Yingxue leaned closer to the bedside: "Wenxi, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll buy it for you. You have to eat something."

Ye Wenxi rolled over: "Ugh... I can't eat, I feel nauseous."

"Shall I buy you some porridge?"

Ye Wenxi shook his head.

"If all else fails, how about we buy some fruit?"

Ye Wenxi nodded: "Okay, fruit it is."

"Okay, then you wait for me." Wang Yingxue got up to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute," Ding Jiahe stopped her, "I'll go downstairs to make a call first, and you can go after I come back up."

Ding Jiahe went downstairs, walked to the front desk, and dialed Wang Hao's office number.

"Hey? Wang Hao, I need to tell you something. Wenxi has heatstroke. She just fainted in the hotel lobby."

"What? Is it serious? What should we do? Are you coming back? I'll come pick you up?"

"He seems alright, he's recovered now. Whether he goes back or not depends on Wenxi's arrangements." Ding Jiahe paused, "You should talk to Lu Weidong and see if he wants to come over."

"No need to ask, he'll definitely fly over." There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone: "Then let's both go together."

"Oh? You're here too?"

"Yes, I'll come find you." Wang Hao chuckled twice.

Ding Jiahe felt a surge of warmth in her heart, but muttered, "Oh dear, I still have to work."

"Let's not work this weekend, let's go buy some things for the new house together, okay?"

Ding Jiahe's fingers were wrapped around the telephone cord, and she smiled faintly.

Just thinking about shopping with Wang Hao and picking out items for our new house makes me happy.

She looked up at the calendar on the wall; tomorrow was the weekend.

"Hmm... okay then."

Wang Hao hung up the phone, rushed upstairs, and knocked on Lu Weidong's office door.

"Please come in."

Pushing open the door, Wang Hao's aunt said, "Chief of Staff, your wife has fainted; she's suffering from heatstroke. Should we go to Harbin?"

"What??"