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

In the temporary dormitory of the troops participating in the exercise.

Su Feng leaned against the headboard, idly playing with a tactical dagger in one hand.

The blade twirled nimbly between his fingers, like an obedient silver fish.

With his other hand, he unfolded the order receipt that Ye Wenxi had given him that day.

As my gaze swept over the delicate handwriting, images from the daytime uncontrollably flooded my mind.

The warmth of her soft fingertips brushing against his skin, the slight pressure of the measuring tape wrapped around his body, and the clean, unique scent of ink emanating from her...

The heat inside my body instantly evaporated.

"Hold."

Su Feng cursed himself under his breath, then snapped the dagger shut and tossed it onto the bedside table.

He grabbed his coat, got up, and walked outside.

The military area was deserted and quiet late at night.

He walked to a training ground far from the dormitory area.

There was no one around, only a few old streetlights casting a dim yellow glow, barely illuminating a small patch of ground.

The cold moonlight shone on the still-unmelted snow, reflecting a silvery light that illuminated his hard-lined profile.

He took off his coat and tossed it aside, then began sprinting around the empty track.

Round and round...

It was as if the exhaustion of the body was an attempt to suppress the silent, doomed storm deep within the soul.

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After eating, Ye Wenxi felt sleepy and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Lu Weidong waited until her breathing stabilized before quietly getting up, walking to the study, and turning on the desk lamp with a snap.

A soft halo spread out, illuminating this little world that Ye Wenxi had poured his heart and soul into.

On the simple clothes rack against the wall, neatly hung were patterns of women's clothing, children's clothing, and several men's clothing items.

A large drawing board leans against the desk, with unfinished design sketches clipped to it.

The table was a little messy, with various fabric samples, chalk, a soft ruler, and scissors scattered around.

In the corner, there were still piles of her textbooks, practice problems, and notes for review.

This small space is filled with her dreams, talents, and daily life.

Lu Weidong recalled the question Deputy Commander Zhou had casually asked at the dinner table earlier that day—"How's your wife's garment factory doing?"

He couldn't answer.

He didn't even know as much as Chen Yuanchuan.

This matter made him feel as if something had gently poked at his heart.

He was wide awake, his gaze fixed on the thick order record book on his desk.

He walked over, picked up the notebook, and casually flipped through it.

The latest page contains Wang Hao's information: he ordered a suit.

Further ahead is Ding Jiahe, wearing a long dress.

His fingers paused, then turned the page again.

Su Feng.

Two characters, the handwriting is clear.

The following is a detailed list of measurements: shoulder width, chest circumference, waist circumference, hip circumference, leg length...

Each item was measured with extreme precision.

But at this moment, when Lu Weidong saw this information, he felt far less angry than he had during the day.

He didn't linger on that name, his fingertips continuing to turn the pages upwards.

Rather than staying put and letting his emotions hold him back, he knew there were more important things he needed to do.

Go and get to know her, truly understand her.

I want to get into her world more and understand her thoughts and feelings.

This idea was like a handful of warm water, silently extinguishing any potential restlessness that the name "Su Feng" might have brought.

He calmed down and carefully looked through the order records.

I look beyond just the name and size; I also look at her note-taking habits, her notes on different customer needs, and even her project timeline estimates.

He then picked up the handwritten work assignment management plan she had prepared.

The document clearly lists each person's strengths, the number of orders they can take, their available time, and even simple incentive and risk management ideas.

With each additional line of text I understand, I gain a deeper comprehension of the intentions behind her arrangements.

He felt that he had gained a deeper understanding of Ye Wenxi.

Through these numbers and rules, he could almost see her frowning and deep in thought under the lamp.

You can see her patiently communicating with the helpers, and you can see the seriousness with which she wrote down these plans stroke by stroke.

The image of his beloved, which was already vivid and bright in his heart, was gilded with an even more dazzling light by these concrete efforts.

He no longer just wanted to possess her.

He began to truly "see" her.

To see Ye Wenxi as an independent and powerful individual.

I saw her wisdom, her ambition, and the little kingdom she was building step by step.

Lu Weidong put down his notebook, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long, silent breath.

What surged in my chest was no longer restlessness, but a calmer, more grounded warmth.

Lu Weidong was determined to walk alongside her.

Based on the discussions he overheard at the dinner table today, Lu Weidong had an idea.

He tidied up a small area on his desk and spread out a sheet of white paper.

I picked up my pen and wrote the title: "Application Report for Workplace of Garment Company".

Under the dim glow of the desk lamp, that tall and composed figure sat in the spot where Ye Wenxi usually worked at his desk.

The light cast his shadow on the wall, seemingly overlapping with the shadow of Ye Wenxi when he usually sat here.

Thoughts and actions converge at this moment.

The study light stayed on for a long time that night.

The next day was Lu Weidong's day off.

He had been writing until almost dawn the night before, finally managing to draft the initial report on the venue application.

They didn't have to get up early for morning exercises today, and both of them were fast asleep.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the morning light streamed in through the gaps in the curtains. The two of them, unusually, slept until past eight o'clock and were still asleep.

dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door.

Ye Wenxi frowned and groggily opened her eyes.

dong dong dong... dong dong dong...

The knocking became more urgent.

Lu Weidong also woke up and took a deep breath.

"Someone's knocking." His voice was still hoarse from just waking up.

Ye Wenxi propped herself up and called out, "Coming! Just a moment!"

"I'll go open it." Lu Weidong quickly put on his clothes and walked to the door.

When I opened the door, there stood an elderly woman with gray hair, red and swollen eyes, and tear stains on her face.

"Who are you...?" Lu Weidong asked.

"Is that Battalion Commander Lu?" The old woman's voice trembled with tears as she anxiously peered inside. "Is Comrade Xiao Ye home?"

Ye Wenxi had already hurriedly dressed and peeked out from behind Lu Weidong.

"Aunt Li?" she asked, somewhat surprised. "What brings you here?"

"Xiao Ye."

"I'm so sorry to bother you two so early in the morning."

Li Yanyu stood at the door, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her clothes, her eyes red and brimming with tears, her voice choked with sobs.

"Auntie, come in quickly, it's cold outside. What's wrong? Don't worry, tell me slowly."

Ye Wenxi quickly ushered the person into the house and gently patted Lu Weidong's arm.

Lu Weidong understood, and while calling out to them, he quickly retreated to the bedroom, tidying up the still warm and messy bedding in a few quick movements.

"Xiao Ye, I won't go in."

Li Yanyu stood motionless outside the threshold, her hands gripping the door frame, her lips trembling slightly.

It seems there's something he's finding hard to say.

"I just... have something urgent that I'd like to discuss with you."