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

Lu Weidong left his father's study with a sullen face.

Lu Zhenghua sat quietly at his desk for a moment, then picked up the red secure phone on the desk and dialed a number.

"It is me who defends the country."

"Something unexpected happened at home..."

"Your mother and I are fine, it's Weidong."

Lu Zhenghua took a deep breath, his voice low but clear:

"He's getting married."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the incredulous voice of the eldest son, Lu Weiguo.

"Dad, what did you say? Weidong? Marriage?"

Lu Zhenghua repeated, "You heard me right, I was just about to tell you this."

Then, he briefly recounted what Lu Weidong had told him, and also mentioned his and Liu Xiuyun's speculations and concerns.

When the Lu family wants to find out a person's background, they naturally have their own channels and methods.

"Okay, I understand, Dad." Lu Weiguo pondered for a moment on the other end of the phone.

"I'll make the arrangements here and get back as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Weiguo first dialed the number of his wife Li Shufen's workplace, and then contacted his younger sister Lu Weihua, who was at Harbin Institute of Technology.

In no time, the Lu family members all knew about Ye Wenxi's existence and the whole story of this sudden marriage.

Because time is of the essence.

According to Lu Zhenghua, the political review and procedures will be carried out as soon as possible.

He told everyone else in the family who could come back to return as soon as possible.

In a couple of days, once I get the certificate, I'll be joining the military.

Since we're all here these two days, let's all come back and see each other.

After giving these instructions, Lu Zhenghua called over Liu Xiuyun, who was busy in the kitchen.

"The person will be brought back soon," he instructed solemnly.

"No matter what the outcome is over there, and regardless of their origins, we cannot lose our composure."

He paused, his gaze sharp: "Keep your mouth shut about things you shouldn't say or ask. Show some manners and composure."

"Don't let people think that our military family is like those shallow-minded petty citizens, lacking decorum."

Lu Zhenghua knew his wife's character; she was a good person with no ill intentions, but she doted on their son excessively.

Lu Weidong is indeed their most outstanding and proudest child.

To be fair, from our own perspective, Wei Dong was indeed "wronged" in this matter.

But a man is a man; once he's done something, he has to accept it.

Even if you feel really frustrated, you can't show it to others.

We must not let the girl feel inferior once she enters the family.

Liu Xiuyun felt extremely distressed, feeling wronged for her son.

While picking vegetables in the kitchen with Aunt Sun, he muttered to himself.

"It's not that I look down on them... but you know, they have no education and no job."

"You get a marriage certificate but don't even have a proper household registration or identity." She snapped the green beans in her hand with a loud cracking sound.

"Our Weidong, what can't we find? How come..."

She became increasingly aggrieved as she spoke, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Seeing this, Aunt Sun quickly put down what she was doing, leaned closer, and lowered her voice.

"Xiuyun, don't be in such a hurry," Aunt Sun said, pouring her a glass of water.

"We'll take our time to observe her after she enters the house. I think our Weidong might actually have feelings for her."

"If that girl didn't have some extraordinary qualities, would she have captured the heart of the arrogant Wei Dong so much?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiuyun let out a cold snort.

"Outstanding? How outstanding can a country girl who was trafficked and doesn't even have a household registration be? At most, she's just a bit pretty."

Aunt Sun knew she wouldn't listen to anything she said now, so she stopped talking.

.......

Inside the guesthouse, Ye Wenxi was flipping through a newspaper given to her by a waiter.

She needs to understand the pulse of this era as soon as possible.

The original owner's memories were almost entirely blank, filled only with fear and suffering.

She possessed great abilities, yet she seemed blindfolded, unsure of where to begin.

The contents of the newspaper made her sigh repeatedly; every word revealed the "restrictions" and "regulations" of this era.

Just as she was feeling heavy-hearted while reading this.

A brief, inconspicuous report in the middle of the newspaper suddenly caught her eye:

The First Municipal Food Factory is soliciting packaging designs for its "Worker-Peasant-Soldier Gift Box" series.

To enrich holiday supplies and showcase the achievements of our city's light industry, we are now soliciting designs for the outer packaging of "Workers-Peasants-Soldiers Friendship Gift Boxes" from the general public of workers, peasants, and soldiers. Designs should reflect the spirit of the times, have a full composition, and vibrant colors. Selected designs will receive a prize.

Ye Wenxi's eyes suddenly lit up.

Isn't this a perfect match for my major?

In her opinion, current packaging design styles are too simplistic.

For her, who has a formal design background and solid drawing skills.

Making this kind of design is a piece of cake.

I was just worried about being bored sitting around at the Lu family's house for the next few days, but now I have something to do.

Just then, there was a series of knocks on the door.

Ye Wenxi put down her newspaper and went to open the door.

Hey!

Lu Weidong outside the door gave her another visual shock.

He had changed out of his crisp military uniform and was now dressed in civilian clothes.

He wore a dark blue Zhongshan suit jacket open, revealing a well-fitting white cotton short-sleeved shirt underneath.

Standing nearly 1.9 meters tall, the top of his head almost touched the low door frame of the guesthouse.

The cotton short-sleeved shirt wasn't tight, but his full chest muscles and broad shoulders made it look very defined.

He stood casually at the door, the light shining from behind him, like a top male star who had accidentally wandered into a shabby guesthouse.

Coupled with that sharply defined face, with its sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes...

Ye Wenxi felt her heart skip a beat and quickly turned her head away.

He cursed inwardly: This guy's physique and face are practically walking hormone generators; looking at him too much will really cause trouble.

She turned around, feigning composure, and pretended to pick up the newspaper on the table, but her fingertips unconsciously tightened around the edge of the paper.

"Xiaojun told me everything." She stared at the printed words on the newspaper, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Actually, you don't have to be like this. I don't care much about gossip; let people say what they want."

Lu Weidong stepped in and closed the door behind him.

The small room seemed to be instantly filled with the overwhelming aura of his hormones.

He gazed at her profile, his deep, magnetic voice echoing in the quiet room.

"This is none of your business." He paused. "It's my responsibility."

Ye Wenxi's heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong.

Oh no, that was a straight shot!

She frantically typed in her mind: "Purifying Mantra, Purifying Mantra, Purifying Mantra..."

Don't get excited, don't get excited, don't get excited!

Strategic cooperation! A long-term meal ticket! Stay alert!

"Let's go back."

Ye Wenxi really didn't want to go.

If she could, she would rather hide in the guesthouse forever.

That won't do; I'm about to be legally tied to this "long-term meal ticket."

It wouldn't be right not to meet the parents.

She was conflicted, but finally, resigned, she gritted her teeth and squeezed out a dry syllable from her throat.

"oh."

After hesitating for a moment, she still asked in a low voice.

"Then tonight..."