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

Ding Jiahe's older sister opened her mouth, and after a long while, she slowly asked, "Is your clothing company still hiring?"

"We're recruiting, we've always been recruiting." Ding Jiahe zipped up her backpack. "But to be honest, sis, our requirements are a bit high, you might not be able to handle it."

Sister Ding: "..."

"Alright, alright, hurry up and get back to work." Aunt Ding quickly waved her hand, changing the subject back. "Okay, let's get started. We'll go grocery shopping tomorrow and help the cafeteria with the cleaning."

"By the way, what about tonight?" Wang Hao's mother asked. "You hosted a banquet at noon, so don't you also need to arrange for some friends to eat at home tonight?"

"I've invited our tailor's chef tonight; she'll help me with everything. Everything's arranged."

"Okay, we'll do whatever you tell us to do." Mr. Ding clapped his hands. "Then let's get started. You two go about your business. We'll go to the new house after the wedding. You've both been busy lately. Go on, go on."

"Okay, we'll be going now. Goodbye, Mom and Dad, Uncle and Aunt." Ding Jiahe and Wang Hao packed their things and left.

Wang Hao and Ding Jiahe have been extremely busy these past two days.

After confirming the wedding arrangements, verifying the guest list, and running to the cafeteria to secure banquet seating, everything was finally taken care of before the 31st.

Finally, the wedding day arrived on the 31st.

That morning, the sky was an unbelievably blue and exceptionally clear.

After being washed by last night's light rain, the summer heat dissipated considerably with the breeze, which carried a hint of coolness and the scent of autumn.

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A group of people had already gathered in Ding Jiahe's new house.

The girls busied themselves around the bride, while several of the sisters from the clothing company crowded around the bed, chattering away. In addition to these people, there were also Song Xiaotang, Ji Tinglan, and Ding Jiahe's former comrades-in-arms, who were also helping to tidy up the room.

Ye Wenxi, holding an eyebrow pencil, was drawing eyebrows on Ding Jiahe's face: "Don't move. Why are you always frowning?"

"I feel a little itchy..." Ding Jiahe said.

"Bear with it." Ye Wenxi held her chin with one hand and continued drawing her eyebrows with the other.

Zhang Yunxia picked up a thin, relatively fitted red cardigan from beside the bed and gestured to Ding Jiahe, saying, "You should wear this. It's getting a bit chilly; you'll definitely be cold wearing this dress."

Ding Jiahe kept her head still, muttering, "I won't wear it, I'd rather freeze to death than wear it. Such a pretty dress, it'd be a waste to put a cardigan on it."

Lu Weihua added insult to injury: "Our bride is going to be 'beautifully freezing' today."

"Wei Hua is right, I want to be beautiful and captivating!"

Ding Jiahe hadn't reacted yet, but Ji Tinglan and Song Xiaotang did, and they laughed along.

"Okay, the eyebrows are done. Take a look." Ye Wenxi handed over a small mirror.

Ding Jiahe looked at herself and said, "It has to be you. The eyebrows I drew myself look like I used a fire poker to draw them."

Ye Wenxi chuckled: "Get dressed first, then I'll do your hair."

"Oh no, my stomach hurts when I'm nervous, I need to go to the toilet." Ding Jiahe clutched her stomach and ran to the toilet.

Song Xiaotang asked in confusion, "People who have been to the battlefield are still so easily nervous?"

"Her nervousness is all related to Wang Hao. Who knows how nervous she'll be tonight?" Lu Weihua said, and everyone burst into laughter.

Ding Jiahe squatted in the toilet, listening to the laughter outside, utterly puzzled: "What are these people laughing at?"

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In Wang Hao's room in the officers' dormitory, Lu Weidong sat in a chair with his legs crossed, watching Wang Hao draw his eyebrows in front of the mirror with a twisted expression.

"When did you get this disease?" Lu Weidong asked.

Wang Hao turned his head: "You don't believe me? Ever since I became your sister-in-law's photo model, I've noticed that once a person's eyebrows are well-shaped and stylish, their energy immediately increases."

"Then where did you get your eyebrow pencil?" Chen Yuanchuan asked, hands on his hips, peering at him from behind.

"Ahem..." Wang Hao coughed awkwardly, "Don't tell anyone... I'll say I bought it for Xiao Ding, and that I bought it secretly at the service store."

The comrades behind him paused for a second, then burst into laughter.

"Oh my god!" Chen Yuanchuan laughed, slapping his thigh. "You're the first officer in our military region to use his wife as an excuse to buy himself an eyebrow pencil, aren't you?"

Chen Yuanchuan kept sighing and groaning, and Su Feng, sitting next to him, couldn't help but laugh along.

Wang Hao clasped his hands together as if praying to Buddha, pleading, "Please, don't tell anyone! This is the only time, really only this once! For the sake of my wedding, just keep denying it!"

"We'll bite you to death?" Chen Yuanchuan laughed and cursed, pointing at his face. "Look at your eyebrows! They look like a fire poker stuck in your face! It's obvious at a glance! Hurry up and wipe them off!"

"Huh?" Wang Hao was taken aback, and quickly wiped his face with his finger in front of the mirror. "Is it that obvious?"

Lu Weidong glanced at his watch: "There's still a little over half an hour left. If you don't finish drawing soon, you'll miss picking up your wife."

Wang Hao quickly glanced at his watch: "Damn it, I'm not drawing anymore, let's just leave it at that."

"Why don't you put on some red lipstick?" Chen Yuanchuan leaned closer and teased.

"Hey, Commander, stop teasing me, I'm so nervous." Wang Hao said, but still added a couple more strokes in front of the mirror.

"What are you so nervous about? You're not afraid of bullets on the battlefield, what's there to be nervous about?" Chen Yuanchuan nudged Wang Hao from behind.

Wang Hao turned his head, looking like he was about to cry: "Let me tell you, you don't understand Xiao Ding. She might really not open the door for me."

"Won't open it? If you won't open the door, we'll break it down!" Chen Yuanchuan slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"Hey," Lu Weidong reached out and pressed down, "Don't bang it anymore. The two of them still need their wedding night. What if you break the door and can't close it?"

"Yeah, right." Chen Yuanchuan laughed again, pointing at Wang Hao and saying, "Hey, wipe that monkey-butt face of yours too. A soldier, your face looks like a monkey's ass."

Su Feng, standing nearby, added with a smile, "That's because he got it red himself, he didn't apply it."

"what?"

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

"Hey Wang Hao, are you excited? Or looking forward to it? Your face is so red, oh dear, why don't you go wash your face?" With each sentence Chen Yuanchuan spoke, Wang Hao lowered his head even further.

Finally, after more than twenty minutes, Wang Hao was able to get himself ready.

He tugged at the collar of his military uniform, straightened the hem, and smoothed out the wrinkles.

Chen Yuanchuan handed over the corsage, and Wang Hao lowered his head and pinned it to his left breast.

It was a red flower with a small cloth strip attached below it, with the words "Groom" written in gold on a red background.

After he finished, he looked down again, reached out and straightened the petals, then adjusted the epaulettes.

"Okay." Wang Hao took a deep breath and stood up straight.

Lu Weidong slapped his leg and was the first to stand up: "Let's go."

Everyone moved at once, and the chair legs scraped against the ground with several piercing sounds.

"Walk--!"

Several people escorted Wang Hao out, and a series of clattering footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Wang Hao walked in the middle, the red flower on his chest bouncing up and down.

He grinned, his little tiger tooth sticking out, his face beaming with the joy of a groom.