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

Zhang Yunxia came out of the meeting room and followed Ye Wenxi, leaning close to her ear: "What should we do? We still need to ask your aunt and uncle to prepare gifts."

Ye Wenxi turned her head and looked at her speechlessly.

Zhang Yunxia chuckled shyly, "I'm getting ready, I'm getting ready."

"No need, my parents already know Jiahe is getting married and have made preparations. They even called me a couple of days ago to discuss it. They like Jiahe so much, how could they not make preparations?"

Zhang Yunxia clapped her hands: "Oh my, I knew you were quick-witted! You made that connection right away and reacted so fast."

Ye Wenxi: ".............."

Ye Wenxi shook her head: "Alright, I'll call Sister Xiaotang back."

She dialed Song Xiaotang's office number: "Hello, Sister Xiaotang? I just got back. I heard you're packing up?"

Song Xiaotang: "Yes, it's almost finished here. Let's go back to Changchun first."

Ye Wenxi: "So, will you come back?"

Song Xiaotang: "You're coming back, so you'll probably be running back and forth a lot. Oh, by the way, tomorrow night, invite Ding Jiahe to the small private room in the cafeteria. I'm having a thank-you banquet, and I've invited some leaders from the military region. You two should come too. You absolutely must be there."

Ye Wenxi: "Okay, this round is on you. Come over for lunch today, and we'll treat you to a meal."

Song Xiaotang: "Then I won't be polite. I've missed your food."

Song Xiaotang arrived at the clothing store just before lunchtime.

Several people were eating and chatting in the conference room.

Song Xiaotang picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and said, "Now Tinglan can finally come back. These past few days, every time I answered her call, I had to take the blame for the people in her editorial department."

Ye Wenxi laughed: "Hahaha... Fortunately, the outcome is good. I really didn't expect things to turn out this way. It's all thanks to Editor-in-Chief Ji's efforts here."

Song Xiaotang chewed her food and took another bite: "Actually, the key role was played by you, the March 8th Red Banner Pacesetter. Without you, the clothing company probably wouldn't have been reported."

"Tinglan was somewhat disappointed with headquarters' attitude this time."

Ye Wenxi poured Song Xiaotang a glass of water: "After all, we've only just started reform and opening up, so the mainstream is bound to be cautious. People like you and Sister Tinglan, with your progressive ideas, are still in the minority."

Song Xiaotang put down her chopsticks and sighed softly.

"Actually, it's not just because it's newly opened; I can really understand Tinglan's feelings. Overall, it's because there are too few channels and limited authority, so our voices are too weak."

She frowned slightly. Both she and Ji Tinglan were women who had climbed their way up from the propaganda field. The effort and sacrifices they had made to reach their current positions were unimaginable to ordinary people.

Not everyone has their family background, professional skills, and ambition to be extraordinary.

"Our media should include more women's voices. In this respect, we lag far behind the outside world."

"As cultural propaganda workers, Tinglan and I haven't done enough."

Ye Wenxi placed a piece of food on Song Xiaotang's plate: "You... you really live up to the saying 'Those who labor are often ashamed.'"

"At least we still have the Women's Federation. As media outlets also involved in propaganda, I found them to be very pragmatic and willing to get things done during my interactions with them this time," said Ye Wenxi.

After saying this, she sighed and said, "It's a pity that the Women's Federation's publications are currently only distributed internally and cannot be sold publicly. Otherwise, wouldn't that provide another channel?"

Song Xiaotang paused as she was putting food into her mouth, her expression becoming thoughtful, and her movements slowed down.

"A women's magazine that can be sold publicly?" Song Xiaotang asked.

"Yes, that's right." Ye Wenxi put down her chopsticks and gestured. "It tells women's stories, their deeds, and covers all aspects of women's lifestyles and career growth."

"If such a publication existed, it would definitely be popular."

Song Xiaotang held the bowl, her eyes somewhat glazed over, her thoughts clearly wandering elsewhere.

Ye Wenxi took a sip of water and steered the conversation back on track: "Hey, let me tell you about my progress with the Women's Federation."

Song Xiaotang's thoughts were interrupted by this: "Yes, go ahead."

Ye Wenxi told her about recommending Wang Yingxue, and that the Women's Federation would be coming to conduct an on-site inspection in a few days.

Xiaotang nodded vigorously: "That's right, that's right, this direction is correct."

Song Xiaotang: "Okay~ I knew you'd have a plan."

Ye Wenxi: "Sigh~ It was just a blind cat catching a dead mouse."

Song Xiaotang: "Hey? I heard you recently got a designer who came back from Hong Kong?"

Ye Wenxi: "Hmm, his name is Xie Linfeng. I'll introduce him to you in a bit."

Song Xiaotang: "Okay, I'll talk to him about something."

..............

As evening approached and employees began to leave the company, the staff gradually made their way out.

Wang Yingxue walked out of the clothing store carrying a roast chicken, which she had asked Lang Yuqin to make.

No sooner had Wang Yingxue left than Ding Jiahe, Ye Wenxi, and Zhang Yunxia huddled together, their heads clustered together like a triangle.

"How much does a roast chicken cost again?" Zhang Yunxia asked Ye Wenxi.

"It costs a little over five dollars including the ingredients and the finished product," Ye Wenxi said.

"Five yuan... for Xiaoxue to be willing to buy a roast chicken, she's probably going to treat Fang Ruijun to dinner tonight," Zhang Yunxia said confidently.

"I guess so," Ding Jiahe said in a low voice, "Didn't either of you ask?"

"Why don't you ask?" Ye Wenxi asked her back.

"I dare not ask. If I ask too much, Xiaoxue will distance herself from Fang Ruijun."

Zhang Yunxia clicked her tongue: "It's really frustrating to have something to eat but not be able to get it."

Wang Yingxue rarely bought roast chicken, a luxury she rarely indulged in except when she ate it with everyone at the clothing store.

She had just returned home last night when Han Yulan called her into the house and told her about what had happened in the past few days.

No matter what, Wang Yingxue had to invite Fang Ruijun to her home for a meal.

Han Yulan sat on the bed, holding Wang Yingxue's hand, gesturing with her fingers to indicate her name, "She comes every day. Sometimes she comes to buy or deliver groceries, sometimes she comes to check on me after training. Sometimes she doesn't even have time to get her training clothes, just to see me and ask if I need any help."

"You know, Xiao Fang is usually so busy, but he managed to handle this much work. That shows how much he values ​​us."

Wang Yingxue had already noticed these details that Han Yulan mentioned when she entered the room.

The kitchen and shady areas are piled with vegetables and fruits, and some old items in the house have also changed.

The chipped enamel mug was replaced with a new one, and the uneven table was repaired to be perfectly stable.

What surprised Wang Yingxue the most was Han Yulan's bed.

Fang Ruijun somehow got hold of a horizontal bar, which he laid across Han Yulan's bed.

The horizontal bar was slightly modified to fit the bed in both height and width, and two detachable hanging rings were installed on it, making it the kind commonly seen in military training grounds.

This is a seemingly simple rehabilitation training device that is extremely useful for paralyzed patients.

All of this was thanks to Fang Ruijun's "care".