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

Zhou Xuchen suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Comrade Ye, aren't you about to start school?"

"Okay, I'll leave in a couple of days." Ye Wenxi nodded. "My situation is special, so I can leave a few days later than others. I just need to make up the class hours every two weeks."

"Oh, so you mean we don't have to live on campus and can flexibly adjust our class schedule?"

"right."

"That's good." Zhou Xuchen pushed up his glasses.

The two reached a fork in the road, said their goodbyes, one went to the clothing company, and the other returned to the division headquarters building.

When Ye Wenxi arrived at the clothing company, most of the people had already arrived.

Just as she was about to sit down, she saw Ding Jiahe talking to Wang Yingxue.

"Jiahe?" Ye Wenxi asked in surprise, "Why are you here? Aren't you on vacation?"

Ding Jiahe looked at her, puzzled. "Taking a vacation? What kind of vacation?"

"Take a honeymoon...what should I do?" Ding Jiahe was even more confused.

"Don't you and Wang Hao plan to go out for a walk?" Ye Wenxi asked.

"No...did you all go out for a trip after your wedding?" Ding Jiahe asked Zhang Yunxia, ​​Sun Xiaolan, and the others.

The heads of several people shook like rattles.

"That person went out to play." Zhang Yunxia pointed at Ye Wenxi with her chin.

"Hey, you said you're going to Yunnan? Isn't that just to see me?" Ding Jiahe waved her hand dismissively.

Ye Wenxi bombarded her with three questions, and the answer she received sounded like she'd heard something completely unbelievable.

Ding Jiahe felt uneasy under her gaze: "...Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ye Wenxi blinked: "Getting married... and not taking a break?? Besides, Wang Hao got married late this year, he should at least get seven days off! Don't you two plan to go out and have some fun?"

"Where are we going? Why are you making such a fuss?" Ding Jiahe waved her hand, walked closer to Ye Wenxi, and whispered in her ear, "Come here, I have something to ask you."

As he spoke, he pulled Ye Wenxi into a corner.

"What?" Ye Wenxi was completely bewildered by her being pulled, stared at her for a couple of seconds, and then suddenly remembered, "You're wearing it?"

Upon hearing those three words, Ding Jiahe's face flushed red as she recalled everything that had happened the previous night.

Ye Wenxi watched her face change like a magician's and couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god, this battle is quite intense! Looks like... hehehe, you're having a good time?"

"Your face is burning! Let it cool down a bit." She said this while fanning Ding Jiahe's face in a pretentious manner.

Ding Jiahe raised her hand and slapped her arm down: "Get lost."

"That outfit...did you come up with it yourself?" Ding Jiahe asked in a low voice.

"Huh? Um...yes." Ye Wenxi stammered.

Ding Jiahe raised her eyes and looked at Ye Wenxi in disbelief, as if she were looking at some alien species, sizing her up and down.

Ye Wenxi felt a little embarrassed by her gaze: "Oh dear, this is just borrowing some experience from clothing design... you know... lines and structure, ergonomics..." She became less and less confident as she spoke, and started to make things up.

"What's up? You asked me about this?" Ye Wenxi quickly changed the subject.

"No," Ding Jiahe bit her lip, lowering her voice even further, "I want you to teach me. I told Wang Hao that... I made it myself."

Ye Wenxi chuckled and quickly covered her mouth: "Okay, that thing is simple. I'll give you the design later."

She leaned close to Ding Jiahe's ear and whispered, "Take our fabric back with you, and you can make a few more outfits to wear."

Ding Jiahe pursed her lips, her face flushed, and chuckled to herself, seemingly already conceiving a design in her mind.

She glanced at Ye Wenxi again and warned him in a fierce whisper, "Don't tell anyone."

"Why tell anyone? Just don't sell me out." Ye Wenxi held out her hand. "Come on, let's pinky swear."

"Pinky promise, oh pinky promise."

The two people in the corner stretched out their little fingers, clicked them a few times, and then stamped their seals.

Zhang Yunxia watched from a distance as the two people huddled in a corner, whispering and making a pinky promise. She looked puzzled and asked, "What are these two doing? Why aren't you telling me what good things they're up to..."

Ye Wenxi and Ding Jiahe walked back to their office seats.

When Wang Yingxue saw Ye Wenxi arrive, she quickly waved and said, "Wenxi, you're here just in time. I have something to ask you."

"What's up?"

"Aren't there some things we can hand over to the acting store manager now?" Wang Yingxue asked. "Otherwise, the foreman and things in Harbin are all coming to me, and it's not convenient to handle things remotely. Didn't Sister Tan already take over?"

"Yes, we need to hand over the responsibilities to her. This includes the renovation plan, advance training for staff, and logistics coordination..."

Wang Yingxue: "When can she start work?"

"It's not decided yet," Ye Wenxi paused for a moment, "She has only accepted the position, so I have suspended the store manager interview, but we have to wait until she has settled things at home."

Ding Jiahe also came over, crossed her arms, and shook her head: "It's tough. That old man of hers might use some underhanded tricks to keep her from leaving. They didn't manage to get a divorce before, and now that they know Sister Tan has a stable job, they can't let her leave."

"Yes, her family situation is rather complicated. I'll give her a couple of days to handle it, and I'll ask her again tomorrow. If she's definitely free, I should go to Harbin to register for school. Xiaoxue, you'll come with me then to hand over the work to Sister Tan."

"OK."

Ye Wenxi took out her notebook and walked to Xiao He and Xie Linfeng's table.

The two were discussing a design in front of a blueprint.

Xie Linfeng held a pencil in his hand, pointing at the drawing and talking to Xiao He.

Xiao He's cheeks flushed slightly as she listened attentively, nodding gently at each sentence and taking notes in her notebook.

She would occasionally raise her eyes to quickly glance at Xie Linfeng's profile, then quickly lower her head again, her eyelashes fluttering and a barely perceptible curve appearing at the corners of her lips.

That expression was like a tender bud just sprouting in spring, carrying a shy joy, yet not daring to let anyone see it.

Ye Wenxi stood to the side and watched for a while, then cleared her throat: "Ahem—"

Xiaohe seemed startled; the pen in her hand fell to the table with a "thud," and her face turned bright red, down to the roots of her ears.

She hurriedly picked up the pen, lowering her head and not daring to look at Ye Wenxi: "Wenxi..."

Xie Linfeng remained calm, placing his pencil on the drawing paper. "Comrade Ye, is there something you need?"

"Xiao He, Xie Linfeng, go to the conference room, I need to talk to you about something." Ye Wenxi turned around and added, "By the way, Xiao He, take the file we're going to submit to the Light Industry Bureau. It's finalized today, and I'll go to Harbin to pick it up in the next couple of days."

"Okay, sure."

Several people entered the conference room, spread out the blueprints and design drafts, and confirmed one by one the key design points to be submitted to the Light Industry Bureau for filing.

Xiao He spread out their design book and showed it to Ye Wenxi one by one.

Based on her experience in predicting the future, she can determine which things are best suited for seizing opportunities and which are inevitable trends that cannot be stopped.

Like the flared pants designed by Xiao He, and those styles with a strong Hong Kong streetwear vibe, such as batwing shirts and bodysuits.

These styles will become wildly popular in the 80s.

"Xiao He," Ye Wenxi tapped the desktop, "we won't be uploading the bell-bottoms model for filing."

Xiao He looked up, a little hesitant: "The bell-bottoms are still very new. We've only produced a few samples so far. Are you sure you don't want them?"