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

Before Ye Wenxi could finish speaking, a voice interrupted from the side:

"They're stopping so soon?"

Su Feng had walked over at some point, carrying a gun with the muzzle pointing downwards.

"Want to play a round?" He gestured with his chin toward Lu Weidong, his meaning clear.

Lu Weidong glanced at him and said, "Okay."

After saying that, he turned to Ye Wenxi and whispered, "Wait for me a moment."

Ye Wenxi nodded and stepped aside to wait.

"Change targets," Su Feng gestured to the soldiers in the distance. "Three hundred meters."

The soldier gave a hand signal, and then ran to change the target.

A moment later, a "ready" gesture came from the other end.

The two men walked one after the other to two adjacent 300-meter shooting positions.

The target shrank into a blurry dot in the night, almost blending into the darkness.

Lu Weidong didn't rush to raise his gun. Instead, he closed his eyes, took a breath, and when he opened them again, his eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

Raise the gun, aim, pull the trigger—the whole sequence of movements is as fluid as a single breath.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Five shots rang out cleanly and crisply, and spent cartridges bounced out one after another, tracing short golden arcs under the light.

The target reporter's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Forty-five rings."

Su Feng continued.

He stood still for even longer, as if his whole body was nailed to the ground.

When he raised the gun, his arm was so steady that there was not a tremor, and even the hem of his clothes remained still.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

His rhythm was more even, with the intervals between each shot almost exactly one second apart.

There was a two-second silence on the walkie-talkie before the voice announced, "47 rings."

Lu Weidong watched as Su Feng put down his gun and suddenly said, "Nice clothes."

Su Feng glanced down at the corduroy jacket he was wearing and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"That doesn't even consider who did it."

"Change targets!" Su Feng shouted again.

A cold glint flashed in Lu Weidong's eyes: "Shouldn't I be the one saying that?"

"It's just an objective fact." Su Feng removed the magazine and reloaded, his voice flat.

"Don't be nervous, Battalion Commander Lu."

Lu Weidong was loading bullets into an empty magazine, his fingers never stopping.

"Chief of Staff Lu. The appointment will take effect tomorrow."

Su Feng turned to look at him, his eyes appearing particularly deep under the light.

"That will have to be tomorrow."

Ye Wenxi sat a little distance away from them and couldn't hear the conversation, but she could sense that the atmosphere between the two was a bit tense.

The second round begins.

This time, Lu Weidong changed his approach.

He no longer pursued rapid fire, but intentionally lengthened the pause between each shot, allowing for more aiming time.

Bang...bang...bang...bang...bang.

The gunshots were spaced clearly apart, but each one landed more heavily and solidly.

Su Feng maintained his precise, even rhythm.

After the shot was fired, the target reporter's voice came through the walkie-talkie:

"Battalion Commander Lu, 48 rings. Section Chief Su, 47 rings."

In the two games, each player won one game.

Su Feng didn't say anything, and lowered his head to load bullets into the magazine again.

Lu Weidong simply put the gun on the rack.

"I'm not playing anymore."

"Let's take my wife out to eat."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Ye Wenxi.

Su Feng watched his retreating figure, pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek, and tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Ye Wenxi saw Lu Weidong put down his gun and walk over, so he went to meet him.

"Let's go eat."

As Lu Weidong spoke, he reached out to put his arm around her shoulder.

Ye Wenxi moved half a step to the side, slipped away from his hand, and walked straight towards Su Feng.

Lu Weidong's hand froze in mid-air as he stared at her as she brushed past him.

Ye Wenxi turned around and gave him a look.

They risked their lives to let me in to practice shooting, and this is how you treat me?

She walked up to Su Feng.

"Section Chief Su, are you still busy?"

"If you're not too busy, how about we grab a bite to eat together?"

It's not that I absolutely have to invite you, but it's mealtime now, so I should at least say a few polite words.

"No thanks." Su Feng grinned.

"If I really go with you, your Battalion Commander Lu can use me as a moving target for practice."

"Hahaha, don't be ridiculous, how could he...."

Ye Wenxi turned around with a smile, but before she could finish speaking, she saw Lu Weidong standing there, his face clearly showing his displeasure.

Her eye twitched.

Damn it... this guy can't even be bothered to pretend.

"Hehehe... We'll be going now, let's eat together again next time."

Ye Wenxi smiled awkwardly, said hello, and left.

She also glared at Lu Weidong.

Lu Weidong stretched out his arm and pulled the person in, half-embracing and half-leading them out.

Su Feng stood still, listening to the two people's hushed whispers drifting over intermittently:

"You..."

"Never mind..."

"I'm truly impressed..."

The sound faded into the distance.

As Su Feng watched Lu Weidong's retreating figure, he could clearly sense that Lu Weidong's attitude towards him was different this time.

From the moment I received the call asking him to arrange for Ye Wenxi to practice shooting, that feeling had been lingering in my mind.

If before it was a guarded wariness with thorns, now it's more like a restrained contest that's been dulled by something.

The reason for Lu Weidong's change is not hard to guess.

Su Feng's gaze fell on Ye Wenxi's back as she was led away by Lu Weidong.

A word popped into his head: the training was alright.

Wang Hao was chatting idly with the guards in the guard post when he saw the two of them come out.

Lu Weidong waved his hand at him, and he skipped out.

"Have you eaten?" Lu Weidong asked.

"That's why we've been waiting for you two to treat us!" Wang Hao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Walk."

When the three arrived at the cafeteria, it was past the appointed time, and the cafeteria was sparsely populated.

"You sit with Wang Hao," Ye Wenxi said, picking up her lunchbox. "I'll go get the food."

Lu Weidong glanced at her and thought she was a bit strange.

Ye Wenxi couldn't quite describe her current mood; she just wasn't as carefree as before.

Guilt? Feeling guilty?

The thought of Ding Jiahe going to Vietnam made her feel inexplicably indebted to Wang Hao.

She returned carrying three large aluminum lunchboxes and placed them on the table.

Braised pork belly, stir-fried pork slices, chicken stew with mushrooms, stir-fried liver tips... all meat dishes, piled high.

"My God, sister-in-law!" Wang Hao's eyes widened.

"Is there something wrong with my suit? Please tell me, I can take it!"

Ye Wenxi chuckled: "No, it's fine. You can come and pick it up tomorrow."

She paused for a moment, then said, "We're shooting promotional photos the day after tomorrow, and Jiahe will be there too. Could you be a male model?"

Wang Hao turned his head sharply towards Lu Weidong, his eyes shining like light bulbs.

To put it bluntly: I want to ask for leave!

Lu Weidong was putting food into his mouth when he was caught between two pairs of eyes and stopped.

He looked up and saw Wang Hao's expression, instinctively wanting to refuse.

Then he met Ye Wenxi's narrowed eyes, which seemed to say, "Try refusing."

Lu Weidong's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the food.

"Alright."

"Why!"

Wang Hao was overjoyed and shoveled rice into his mouth, beaming with happiness.

Seeing him like this, Ye Wenxi's expression darkened even more.

Wang Hao also realized that she was acting strangely today. Considering that Lu Weidong had specially taken her out to shoot targets to relax, he guessed that she was in a bad mood.

He changed the subject, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

"Sister-in-law, can you do me a favor?" he said in a low voice, leaning forward slightly.

"Um?"

Ye Wenxi was picking at the food in her bowl when she heard the sound and looked up.

Wang Hao chuckled, a little embarrassed, a faint blush rising to his cheeks.

"I want to confess my feelings to Xiao Ding."

"Sister-in-law, can you give me some advice?"