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

Ye Wenxi turned around.

Su Feng stood a few meters away, his hands casually in his pockets, looking relaxed.

His dark-colored training uniform, unique to special forces, clung to his explosive body like a second skin, clearly outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

He wasn't wearing a hat; his short hair was clearly defined, gleaming with a cold, hard sheen in the afternoon sunlight.

When Ye Wenxi looked over, he merely raised his chin slightly, his gaze fixed intently on her face.

Ye Wenxi was taken aback, then smiled politely.

"Section Chief Su."

"When did you arrive?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he suddenly remembered the clothes he had asked about earlier.

She suddenly felt a little uneasy. She hadn't seen the torn coat since that dinner day, and she really hadn't noticed where Lu Weidong had put it.

I've been so busy these past few days that I completely forgot about this.

Now that someone is asking you directly, you can't just say, "Oh, I forgot I haven't sewed it yet."

"It's sewn up. I'll bring it to you later."

Her smile remained unchanged as she agreed to speak first.

Su Feng naturally took a few steps forward.

"I just arrived today and thought I'd like to wander around a bit."

"What a coincidence. I just happened to run into you."

When Su Feng said this, his gaze lingered briefly on her face, a barely perceptible focus flashing across it.

"No need for you to go." He took half a step forward, his tone casual.

"I happen to have some free time now, let's go pick it up together."

Ye Wenxi was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Um... I washed it after I finished sewing, but it doesn't seem to be dry yet."

Her eyes darted around, and her words were hesitant and stammering, clearly made up on the spot.

"Wait until I come find you... okay?"

Ye Wenxi smiled a little guiltyly, her eyes crinkling like the brightest afternoon sunlight.

Su Feng could tell from her eyes that she hadn't had time to sew the clothes yet.

But for some reason, he felt a strange sense of joy.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he was startled, as if he had suddenly stepped into thin air in the wilderness.

My heartbeat was steady, and my breathing was steady, but the feeling of weightlessness for that moment was very real.

This seemingly simple act seemed to confirm certain things, and Su Feng's mood instantly plummeted.

"Damn it," he cursed to himself.

He understands the rules and boundaries better than anyone else.

This brief connection, made through clothing, serves no purpose other than keeping him standing on this side of the boundary a little longer.

Emotions can change in the blink of an eye.

But it allowed him to see himself more clearly.

This is an elite special forces team capable of completing missions under any circumstances.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation: the goal was clear, but the path was completely unknown.

All experience and ability become ineffective here, leaving only an insurmountable boundary and the absolute stillness that must be maintained on this side of the boundary.

"Okay, no rush."

"Where is the cafeteria?" He paused, as if mentioning it casually.

"I still owe you a meal. Let's go, it's on me."

He was stunned for a moment as soon as he said it.

The inner struggle and the body's honesty form two extreme contrasts.

Ye Wenxi didn't think much of it and readily agreed, "Sure, I'll show you around. There are two cafeterias here."

Su Feng didn't reply, but reached out and took her jacket off the handlebars of her bicycle, handing it to her.

"Put them on, it's windy." The action was natural, and the tone was ordinary.

Only he knew that when his fingertips touched the coat that still held her warmth, a strange feeling stirred within him, causing his heart to skip a beat.

The two walked along the path beside the training field toward the canteen.

Their steps were neither hurried nor slow, with a distance of about half a person between them.

"The matters in Harbin have all been resolved."

Su Feng spoke first, his voice low, carried away by the midday wind.

"I've never had the chance to formally apologize to you."

He paused, glanced at her sideways with a deep look in his eyes, then quickly turned back to stare at the road ahead.

"My sister's awful deeds have caused you distress."

"Don't worry, Su Ran shouldn't cause any more trouble this time."

"My parents don't dare to do anything either."

Ye Wenxi turned her head and looked at Su Feng's strong profile.

She understood the last sentence clearly; behind it, Su Feng's tough stance and checks and balances were probably indispensable.

She couldn't help but look at him with newfound respect. She took a deep breath and said very seriously:

"Thank you, Section Chief Su."

"I know about this; you've helped us a lot."

"To be honest, I'm really surprised that someone like you, Section Chief Su, could be raised in your family's circumstances."

Su Feng turned his head, his gaze falling on her face:

"Oh? What kind of person am I?"

He asked the question casually, as if it were just a casual remark, but his gaze held a probing quality.

He wanted to hear, to know what kind of person he was in Ye Wenxi's heart.

Ye Wenxi met his gaze and answered clearly and frankly:

"Upright, clear-headed, responsible, and with his own principles."

"Whether it's your own life choices or your family's, you understand them clearly and dare to break through them and walk the path you believe in."

"At least... that's how you seem right now."

Su Feng looked into Ye Wenxi's clear eyes and the unpretentious seriousness on her face.

His heart skipped a beat.

With his keen observation skills, he could naturally tell that Ye Wenxi's words were not at all polite or perfunctory.

She genuinely thought so, and she was truly making a judgment about him as a person.

Moreover, the judgment was very accurate.

They had barely interacted, yet she was able to see through the turmoil of their family backgrounds and directly perceive the person he had chosen to become.

Su Feng's lips curled up uncontrollably; he couldn't suppress it.

A very obvious smile appeared on his usually expressionless face, as a response.

The two chatted casually about the facilities and locations in the military area as they walked along the path toward the canteen.

As we got closer to the cafeteria, the number of people gradually increased.

Many female soldiers and young military dependents passing by were attracted to Su Feng.

That iconic special operations uniform, that upright posture, that cold yet striking temperament, were no less impressive than Lu Weidong's image.

Their gazes fell on him inquisitively, then turned curiously to Ye Wenxi walking beside him.

Some of Ye Wenxi's sisters-in-law who knew her had stopped in their tracks, exchanging glances with undisguised curiosity and scrutiny on their faces.

Why is there such a conspicuous unfamiliar officer walking beside Battalion Commander Lu's wife?

The two seemed to know each other quite well, chatting as they walked.

The two continued walking and talking.

As Ye Wenxi reached the fork in the road near the cafeteria entrance, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and called out crisply to the tall figure not far ahead:

"Lu Weidong!"

Su Feng, who was walking beside her, paused and looked in the direction she was looking.

Hearing the sound, Lu Weidong turned around.

His gaze first fell on Ye Wenxi's face, and then, almost immediately, it turned to Su Feng beside her.

A dozen or so steps apart, with a few scattered people moving about in between.

The two men's eyes met in mid-air, and they both frowned.