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

"You're going to make me clothes again?"

"I'll just wear my military uniform."

Lu Weidong's tone was calm; he wasn't refusing, but simply didn't want to trouble her.

Ye Wenxi held up a finger and waved it in front of him, shaking her head in response.

"This is called making good use of existing resources to showcase the highest level of our garment company!"

"I've already thought about what I want to do for you."

Ye Wenxi planned to make him a well-tailored suit.

It's not the loose style common in this era, but a more modern and body-hugging cut that makes his broad shoulders and long legs look like a domineering CEO.

Just imagining Lu Weidong in that outfit made Ye Wenxi involuntarily scoff inwardly.

"Here, try this first."

Ye Wenxi turned around and took out a piece of clothing that she had prepared beforehand.

A dark brown aviator leather jacket.

The lapel is trimmed with short fleece, and the inside is lined with thin fleece for warmth. The work pockets are neatly and sturdily made.

Lu Weidong's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw the clothes: "When were you made for me?"

"It was arranged before the exam in Harbin." Ye Wenxi handed over the clothes. "Try them on quickly."

Lu Weidong took it; it felt thick and firm.

He unfolded his clothes, put on the sleeves, and with a slight shrug of his shoulders, the clothes neatly covered his upper body.

The moment Ye Wenxi put it on, her eyes widened in surprise.

The sheen of the leather made his complexion appear even more rugged.

The well-fitting cut perfectly accentuated the broad shoulders and sturdy chest.

The zipper was undone, revealing glimpses of his strong, muscular physique beneath his open chest.

Compared to the currently common leather jackets with a slightly loose fit.

This piece leans more towards an American workwear style, with a structured silhouette and sharp lines.

Especially when worn by someone as tall and upright as Lu Weidong, with broad shoulders and a wide back.

That solid, muscular feel was perfectly highlighted.

Wild and flamboyant, exuding a powerful aura.

"How is it?" Lu Weidong stopped and let her look him over.

Ye Wenxi looked at the man in front of her, her lips almost unable to hold back her smile.

The little voice inside me is already pounding the bed: It was worth it! My life was worth it!

She leaned closer, closed her eyes, and slipped her hands inside his jacket to stroke Lu Weidong's chest muscles.

Now I know why people want to do cosplay (role-playing).

Great, she'll play too in the future.

"Hmm? What are you doing?" Lu Weidong looked down at her, asking knowingly.

"Don't move..." Ye Wenxi said seriously, pressing her finger again.

"Let me feel the padding inside to see if it's thick enough, so you don't get cold."

Lu Weidong couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He knew exactly what she was thinking, but her confident and blatant lying made his heart soften.

Fine, if she likes to "inspect," then let her "inspect."

Ye Wenxi slowly withdrew her hand, her face still flushed.

"Go look at yourself in the mirror."

As for whether it looks good or not, I won't say, it's up to your own feelings.

Lu Weidong walked to the full-length mirror in the bedroom.

The person in the mirror made his eyes light up.

Ye Wenxi's clothes are indeed quite good.

Wearing it is like being outlined by some invisible brush, transforming his usual composure into ruggedness and unruliness.

Her whole being exuded a palpable sexual tension.

It unleashed all the allure that had been suppressed by the military uniform.

He turned his shoulders left and right in front of the mirror, the fabric undulating gracefully with his movements.

Ye Wenxi leaned against the door with her arms crossed, watching with a smug look on her face.

"Tsk tsk tsk... You're really going to be a pain in the ass."

"What are you grinding?" Lu Weidong looked at her in the mirror, and this time he really didn't understand.

"Teasing those female soldiers, those young girls in the military dependents' compound..."

Ye Wenxi drew out her words, her eyes crinkling into a bright, dazzling smile.

"To torment those who crave you."

Lu Weidong: "........"

"Aren't you afraid they'll be envious?" Lu Weidong looked at her in the mirror, his tone a little helpless and a little amused.

Ye Wenxi's eyes widened: "Why should I be afraid?"

"It's normal for good things to attract attention, isn't it?"

After saying this, she raised her chin, turned around, and swayed out of the bedroom.

Her smugness was practically overflowing, as if the air itself was filled with her triumphant spirit.

Lu Weidong raised his hand to wipe his face, almost bursting out laughing.

How could she...

How can you be so smug?

Most women would feel a little nervous seeing their man so eye-catching, and would want to hide him away as soon as possible.

She, on the other hand, looked at Lu Weidong as if he were a newly completed masterpiece.

The exceptionally energetic Lu Weidong before me, and the neatly tailored jacket he was wearing, both belonged to "her".

One piece proves her good taste in men, and another proves her skill in making clothes.

This woman...

She had absolute confidence in herself, in Lu Weidong, and in their future together.

It seems that the more outstanding Lu Weidong is, the more it proves that Ye Wenxi is capable.

Even if Lu Weidong is as outstanding as she is, he can only prove that she is even more outstanding.

It's as if they're making a public announcement.

Ye Wenxi herself is the "throne", and Lu Weidong is the most dazzling jewel in her crown.

It was precisely this inherent temperament and charm that gave Lu Weidong such a strong grip on her.

"You go to sleep first, I'll go to sleep in a bit."

Ye Wenxi's voice came from the study, followed by the rustling of fabric and the sound of papers being sorted.

Lu Weidong didn't respond. He poured a glass of warm water in the living room and carried it into the study.

He brought in a chair, pulled a book on military theory from the bookshelf, and quietly began flipping through it in the corner behind her.

"Huh?"

Ye Wenxi turned around from the pile of paper patterns, somewhat surprised.

"Is Battalion Commander Lu also studying?"

"Um."

Lu Weidong's gaze remained fixed on the pages of the book, his tone casual.

"We need to work harder, otherwise we might not be able to keep up with Comrade Ye's pace."

Ye Wenxi stuck out her tongue at him and made a face, thinking that he was teasing her again.

But looking at his focused expression, the way he turned the pages of the book was unhurried and gentle, and the dim light softened the angles of his profile, making him appear quite serious.

She blinked, and suddenly felt as if a feather had gently tickled her heart.

She didn't say anything more, lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth quietly curved up.

The only sounds in the study were the soft rustling of pages turning and the scratching of pen on paper.

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Over the next few days, Ye Wenxi was extremely busy.

They had to catch up on the backlog of work with their helpers, and also take on new orders, take measurements, and draw new designs.

Every day, without fail, I still have to squeeze out time to review my lessons.

Even the "mutual aid society" plan had to be temporarily put aside.

I only managed to visit Commander Chen's house once in between.

Lu Weidong accompanied the young couple, who were invited to a casual meal.

At the dinner table, she explained her idea of ​​a "mutual aid society" in detail. Commander Chen listened attentively and asked many questions.

Finally, he nodded and said, "The idea is practical and can solve real problems. Let me see how to push this forward."

Having heard this, Ye Wenxi felt reassured, knowing that with Commander Chen and Zhang Yunxia pulling the strings behind the scenes, the direction couldn't be wrong.

She put it aside for the time being, thinking that she would think carefully about what she could do after she finished dealing with these urgent matters.

The sun was shining brightly outside at midday.

Ye Wenxi put down the pen and paper, shook her sore and stiff wrists, rubbed her tense shoulders and neck, and let out a long breath.

"Oh my god..."

She slumped back in her chair, staring at the ceiling and murmuring to herself.

"Why does this feel even more tiring than my previous life of working a regular office? Back then, I was a beast of burden for others; now, I'm a donkey in my own production team..."

Sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting a bright, inviting glow across the floor.

She squinted at the beautiful weather outside and suddenly couldn't sit still.

"I'm not drawing anymore, I'm going out for some fresh air."

Ye Wenxi rode his bicycle all the way to a physical training field.

This is a venue that only a few military families can come to; it has some training equipment and a sandpit.

She locked the car, took off her heavy cotton coat and draped it over the handlebars, revealing that she was only wearing a close-fitting cotton undershirt underneath.

I walked to the bottom of the highest horizontal bar, looked up to estimate the height, took a deep breath, jumped a few times, and reached out to touch it, but my fingertips were still far from the bar.

He tried jumping several times, but failed each time, and ended up getting a little out of breath from exhaustion.

As I stood with my hands on my hips trying to catch my breath, a male voice suddenly came from behind me. It wasn't loud, but it sounded somewhat familiar.

"Do you need my help?"

"Have you finished mending my clothes?"