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

Wang Hao, who was immersed in some subtle emotions, was startled by the voice and turned around abruptly.

Then I saw Ye Wenxi pushing her bicycle, and Lu Weidong following behind her with a calm expression.

"Battalion Commander! Sister-in-law!"

Wang Hao instinctively stood at attention, a lingering smile on his face, his ears slightly red.

Ye Wenxi, with a cocky grin, raised an eyebrow and asked, "All delivered?"

Wang Hao chuckled and scratched his head.

"You two saw it?"

"What did you give me?" Ye Wenxi asked.

"I'll give you... a silk scarf." Wang Hao's voice was lower, tinged with embarrassment.

Ye Wenxi's eyes lit up, and she patted him hard on the shoulder.

"Not bad, young man! You know how to deliver things!"

"It seems you've put in some effort."

The gift Wang Hao gave Ding Jiahe truly touched her heart.

"I'm telling you, send some more next time..."

Ye Wenxi pulled Wang Hao aside and gave him advice, which Wang Hao listened to and nodded repeatedly.

"Oh! Thank you for your guidance, sister-in-law!"

Seeing his humble and receptive attitude, Ye Wenxi waved his hand at him.

"Alright, alright, let's go."

"Battalion Commander, Sister-in-law, I'm off then."

After saying that, Wang Hao left quickly, his steps even lighter than before.

Lu Weidong looked at her: "Finished talking?"

"Hmm!" Ye Wenxi proudly raised her chin.

"We gave some 'strategic guidance' to our Comrade Wang Hao."

Lu Weidong chuckled, shook his head, and took her hand.

"Let's go, Staff Officer Ye. It's time to get your hoarse voice treated."

Ye Wenxi registered and prepared to go upstairs.

When they reached the corner of the stairs, Lu Weidong gestured for Ye Wenxi to go upstairs first, as he had something else to do.

"What's wrong?" Ye Wenxi asked, puzzled.

Lu Weidong leaned close to her ear, his voice extremely low:

"We've used up all the previous ones..."

Ye Wenxi's eyes widened: "All twenty are gone?"

"You...you really are..."

She nudged Lu Weidong hard with her elbow.

Lu Weidong groaned as she pushed him, but instead laughed mockingly.

"Blame me?"

"Are you unhappy?"

Ye Wenxi was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak, and could only glare at him.

Lu Weidong lightly traced a line on her waist with his finger, his voice lowered, tinged with a wicked smile:

"Who was it last night...?"

He paused deliberately, watching with satisfaction as her eyelashes trembled.

"Who was it that begged me last night?"

Ye Wenxi trembled all over, her neck turning red, and she hurriedly covered his mouth.

"Stop talking!"

Lu Weidong grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, his eyes still fixed on her.

"So tonight... I'll listen to you?"

He paused, then added:

"Do whatever you say."

He said it so seriously, but the malicious glint in his eyes made it more shameful than anything else.

Ye Wenxi was completely defeated. She broke free from his hand, turned around and left, her steps so fast it was as if she were fleeing.

I went upstairs as fast as I could.

I hesitated for a moment before daring to knock on the door of the duty room.

Even so, her face was still flushed when she went in.

"Dr. Ding," Ye Wenxi greeted him as naturally as possible.

"Xiao Ye, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Ding Jiahe stood up warmly.

"My throat hurts a little," Ye Wenxi cleared her throat.

"I don't know if I've been talking too much."

Ding Jiahe looked at her flushed face and reached for the thermometer:

"Do you have a fever? Your face is so red."

"No, I don't have a fever!" Ye Wenxi quickly waved her hand.

"It's because I was walking too fast just now, and it got hot."

Ding Jiahe took out a tongue depressor and a flashlight.

"Come on, open your mouth, let me see."

"Ah..." Ye Wenxi opened her mouth obediently.

"There is some congestion and inflammation." Ding Jiahe examined it carefully.

"Is it because of the clothing company issue that you're upset?"

Ding Jiahe pays close attention to the clothing company and often chats with Zhang Yunxia about its recent situation.

Upon learning that one of the helpers had quit, she was just as anxious as Ye Wenxi, fearing that the small business she had painstakingly built up would fall apart.

The two started chatting...

...

The pharmacy downstairs.

Lu Weidong dawdled until he reached the "Family Planning Supplies Collection Window".

"Hello," Lu Weidong greeted.

The on-duty pharmacist looked up at him.

"Comrade, need some medicine? Can you give me the doctor's note?"

"no..."

Lu Weidong cleared his throat and gestured to the small sign that read "Family Planning Supplies Collection".

"Oh...do you want the medicine or the condom?"

These straightforward words caused the two nurses who were organizing medicines nearby to turn their heads in unison.

Lu Weidong lowered his head, his ears feeling a little hot.

"Take more sets."

He thought to himself, "If I'm going to die, I might as well die cleanly."

"How many do you want?"

The pharmacist asked, his voice not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the empty medical room.

"How many can I get at most?" Lu Weidong made up his mind.

"puff--!"

A nurse next to me couldn't help but burst out laughing. She quickly covered her mouth and turned her back, her shoulders shaking.

"At most..." the pharmacist scratched his head.

"There's really no written rule about that. How about I give you twenty more? We don't have that many left in stock."

"Okay." Lu Weidong nodded quickly.

"Wait a moment, I'll go to the storeroom to get it." The pharmacist turned and walked towards the back room.

Once he left, it was like throwing a meat bun to a dog; he didn't come back for half a day.

Lu Weidong was standing at the window, getting a little impatient, when he heard Ye Wenxi and Ding Jiahe's voices coming down from the stairwell upstairs.

"You should take the oral medication at least three times a day, and the anti-inflammatory medication only once a day," said Ding Jiahe.

"Okay, I got it," Ye Wenxi replied.

The footsteps grew closer.

"Your new coat looks really good!" Ding Jiahe exclaimed in admiration.

"I want to order one too, is that alright?"

"Didn't you just buy a new one?"

"This isn't the same style as this one! Please write it down for me. You have my size, right?"

"No problem, I don't need your deposit," Ye Wenxi agreed with a smile.

As they spoke, the two had already reached the pharmacy window.

"Finished watching?"

Lu Weidong spoke first.

"Yes, some medicine will do the trick."

Ye Wenxi handed the prescription to the nurse as she spoke.

The nurse took the prescription, filled the medicine, and quickly packed several boxes of pills and a bottle of loquat syrup into a paper bag.

"Let's go." Ye Wenxi picked up the medicine bag and gestured to Lu Weidong.

"Um... well... I have something else to take care of..."

Lu Weidong started whimpering, his eyes drifting upwards.

Ye Wenxi understood instantly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

It's been so long and you still haven't finished collecting them?!

At this moment, the pharmacist finally returned, carrying a large pile of small boxes in his arms.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Battalion Commander Lu!"

The pharmacist slammed the items down on the counter and wiped his sweat.

"I don't know who put them here, they're all jumbled up, it took me ages to find twenty boxes."

Lu Weidong: "..."

Ye Wenxi: "..."

Ding Jiahe silently turned around, pretending to study the "flu prevention poster" on the wall next to her, and her shoulders began to tremble suspiciously.

"Five, ten, fifteen, twenty..."

The pharmacist put stacks of them into the bags.

"Commander Lu, could you check it again?"

"No.."

Lu Weidong took the items expressionlessly, quickly signed the registration form, and then turned and left.

He took long, hurried steps, his back conveying a resolute determination as if he were facing certain death.

Ding Jiahe then turned around, still suppressing a laugh.

He patted Ye Wenxi's shoulder gently, his tone sincere:

"Take care of your voice, get plenty of rest..."

Ye Wenxi was carrying the bag of medicine for her throat.

Listening to Ding Jiahe's pointed instructions, only one thought remained in my mind:

Let me die already.

Now, immediately, right away.