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

Once the fifth day of the Lunar New Year is over, the Spring Festival is considered to be over in northern China.

We're just waiting for the Lantern Festival so the whole family can get together again.

The garment factory has resumed operations.

Employees who had gone to surrounding towns and Harbin for the Spring Festival have all returned after taking a few days off.

Today is the day with the most people present since the Spring Festival.

Wang Yingxue left a little late in the morning.

She hurriedly stuffed the documents and odds and ends into her bag, then glanced at Fang Ruijun, who was hunched over his desk.

"You woke up earlier than me, and you've been sitting here ever since." She glanced at her watch. "It's about time, you should rest."

Fang Ruijun put down his pen and turned his head: "Okay, take a break."

Wang Yingxue smiled, walked to his side, bent down, and kissed him on the cheek: "I'm leaving."

After saying that, he turned to leave, but Fang Ruijun grabbed him back, held his waist with his big hand, and pressed him down onto the table.

Fang Ruijun leaned down and kissed him deeply.

"Hmm..."

Their lips and tongues intertwined, their breaths becoming erratic.

His kiss was a little forceful, yet it also held a hint of reluctance, as if he wanted to reclaim all the credit for the day ahead of time.

Wang Yingxue's body went limp from his kisses. Her fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt, then slowly loosened and gently climbed onto his shoulders.

After a while, Fang Ruijun finally released her, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing still a little heavy.

Wang Yingxue was slightly out of breath, her face flushed, and she playfully punched him, but dared not really hit him hard.

"Hmph, I'm going to be late for work." She pushed him away and crawled out from under his arm.

Fang Ruijun raised his hand and tidied the stray hairs by her ear: "Don't overwork yourself."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Wang Yingxue nodded, her face still slightly flushed.

Wang Yingxue walked to the door, her hand just touching the doorknob, then stopped.

He then instructed, "You absolutely mustn't write for too long."

"I understand." Fang Ruijun raised his hands in surrender. "If you don't believe me, come back and ask Mom."

Wang Yingxue smiled and took down the coat hanging on the door.

"Mom, I'm leaving now," she called into the inner room. "Keep an eye on him, don't let him write for too long."

Zhao Chunfang poked her head out of the kitchen, her apron still covered in flour: "Okay, go ahead, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things."

Wang Yingxue hummed in agreement and pushed the door open to leave.

Wang Yingxue stepped out of the building, took a deep breath, and exhaled white mist drifted into the air.

Today is a sunny day, a rare treat.

The sun hung over the rooftops in the east, its blinding light spilling down and illuminating the snow and ice on the entire street, making it appear half-melted.

When you step on it, it's solid underneath, but the surface is covered with a thin layer of water, sparkling like someone has scattered a handful of broken glass.

A group of teenagers, still out of school, were running wildly in the snowdrifts, wrapped in cotton-padded coats and trousers.

Several boys huddled together, clutching leftover fragments of firecrackers from the Lunar New Year. They spent a long time picking them up until they had gathered a small handful.

One of them took out half an incense stick from his pocket, lit it with a match, and squinted as he lit the fuse.

"Crackling sound—"

The explosion shattered, and the children scattered, laughing and shouting.

The smell of gunpowder mixed with snow vapor carried far in the cold wind.

The air was still filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

It smelled like someone's sauerkraut and pork stew still simmering on their stove, or like the sulfurous smell after firecrackers had finished, clinging to the noses of passersby.

But the festive atmosphere remains, and people have all returned to work. People are riding bicycles, carrying cloth bags, and pedaling tricycles, pouring out of the entrances of various buildings, their bicycle bells ringing all around.

Wang Yingxue walked towards the intersection through the snow, her military boots making a muffled "crunching" sound as they sank into the slush.

Instead of heading straight to her workplace, she turned and walked into the small street next door.

We arrived at Ye Wenxi's building.

She saw that familiar figure a few dozen meters away from the corner.

Ye Wenxi stood at the entrance of the building, a beige scarf covering half of her face, leaving only her eyes visible as she looked in this direction.

Wang Yingxue jogged a few steps: "Why are you out so early? Aren't you cold?"

"It's not early, I only waited for two minutes." Ye Wenxi's voice came out muffledly from behind the scarf, her eyes curving into a smile.

As she spoke, she reached out and took Wang Yingxue's arm.

Wenxi Garment Company has a very important meeting today.

Logically speaking, at the beginning of the year, there are many important meetings, such as the ordering and coordination of materials, the planning and implementation of goals, etc. Yeh Wen-hsi should be involved.

But she's still in the recovery period, so she has to take it easy.

Therefore, only this most important meeting was chosen, and the others were arranged by Zhang Yunxia and several key members.

—The on-site coordination with Beijing No. 1 Department Store.

Beijing Department Store, as the largest department store retailer in China with the most complete range of products, is positioned not only as a general merchandise seller, but also as a window for showcasing itself to the outside world.

Located in the heart of the capital, it receives frequent visits from foreign guests.

There are two reasons why Beijing No. 1 Department Store attaches great importance to Wenxi Clothing Company.

Firstly, the clothing company has accumulated a good reputation in the market and among consumers, and its brand influence is gradually expanding nationwide. Secondly, the clothing company's level of professional design and grasp of international trends is even comparable to that of similar brands in the port city.

And all of this had already spread throughout the country at that Harbin clothing fair that caused a sensation throughout the province.

Therefore, this time, the introduction of Wenxi Garment Company by No. 100 directly elevates its positioning to a higher level, in addition to its sales and business purposes:

A showcase of the nation's light industry and its international apparel design capabilities.

The Ministry of Light Industry has taken note of the garment company's design style and international standards, and has decided to conduct a pilot program in conjunction with the Beijing Municipal Bureau of Light Industry, Harbin, and department stores to promote Wenxi Garment Company nationwide.

The department store has a lot of foreign trade business, and foreigners come and go frequently, so this business card is perfect for them.

Since it's a brand's calling card, everything that the clothing company showcases cannot be taken lightly.

The supply channels must be stable, the product categories must be updated in a timely manner, the storefront must have eye-catching features, and the sales staff can no longer be just ordinary counter staff.

Compared to sales and marketing, Ye Wenxi values ​​other abilities more.

It's not just about being familiar with the brand positioning, business scope, and product philosophy of the clothing company.

It should also convey the garment company's professional standards and brand image.

Therefore, the garment company needs to determine several things here: the renovation and upgrading of the counters, the selection criteria for personnel, training and remote management, etc. There are many matters, and Yeh Wen-hsi needs to attend the meeting to make decisions.

In addition, the garment company must send representatives to Beijing to conduct on-site investigations and assess the feasibility of implementing the currently established directions.

Ding Jiahe has already been confirmed, and she will definitely go.

But Ye Wenxi felt it wasn't enough and demanded that at least one more person come, so that the two of them could work together.

So, the selection of this second spot will be decided at today's meeting, which will involve internal staff.

Inside the garment factory, in the meeting room, everyone was already in place.

Ye Wenxi walked to the spot that had been reserved for her.

She glanced at her watch: "We have four hours left. Let's begin, and have an efficient discussion!"

"Such precise timing!" Ding Jiahe asked, tilting her head.

Ye Wenxi closed her eyes helplessly: "I get off work at noon, and Lu Weidong will come to pick me up."

A sudden commotion erupted on the table, with the rustling sound of documents being flipped through rising and falling, like something on accelerator:

"Quickly, quickly, put up the display plan for the counter!"

"I'll post it; you guys take a look at the overall budget assessment first."

"Xiaoxue! Go get some tape!"

"Slap—!" A document was slapped in front of Ye Wenxi.

"Wenxi, take a look at this first."

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