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

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

"I don't know what she thinks of me now, and I don't know what to say."

Wang Hao blushed and spoke frankly.

Looking at him, Ye Wenxi's melancholy mood was somewhat eased by Wang Hao's enthusiasm and openness.

"She has a good impression of you."

Wang Hao's chopsticks froze in mid-air, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Really." Seeing his expression, Ye Wenxi added.

She briefly recounted her conversation with Ding Jiahe that day.

Later I asked her what she thought of you.

"Guess what she said?"

Wang Haoqian swallowed, his heart pounding.

He had already put down his chopsticks, his eyes fixed on Ye Wenxi, waiting for her next sentence.

Lu Weidong scooped up a spoonful of soup, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Stop teasing him. Just tell him already."

Ye Wenxi glanced at Lu Weidong before turning back to look at Wang Hao, a slight smile playing on her lips:

She said you are better than Lu Weidong.

"Pfft!"

Lu Weidong choked on a mouthful of soup, turned his face away, and coughed a few times.

Wang Hao was frozen in place, his mind buzzing and completely blank.

His mouth was agape, his eyes were wide open, and the redness on his face spread all the way to his ears.

He stood there stunned for several seconds before taking a deep breath.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, as if trying to rub that immense, unreal joy into his skin.

Wang Hao turned to look at Ye Wenxi again, his eyes seeming to want to confirm it once more.

"I'm not lying to you, that's exactly what I said."

Lu Weidong, sitting next to him, lightly tapped his chopsticks into his bowl and began picking up food with his head down.

"You don't need to be so incredulous," Ye Wenxi continued, her voice steady.

"In some respects, that is indeed true."

Lu Weidong suddenly turned his face to look at her.

Ye Wenxi, however, seemed oblivious to his gaze and continued speaking to Wang Hao.

"I think you two might get along well in terms of personality."

Wang Hao was so overwhelmed by this immense joy that he felt dizzy.

I didn't know what to say, I just stood there grinning like an idiot.

My strong appetite from before has dissipated considerably, and I wish I could jump up right now and run 20 miles for a training exercise.

"but...."

The name Ye Wenxi pulled him back to reality.

"I'm not entirely sure what her exact feelings for you are. Do you understand what I mean?"

These words calmed Wang Hao down considerably.

Affirming someone and liking someone are two different things.

Ding Jiahe never explicitly expressed that meaning.

Wang Hao's confession is likely just a one-sided affair.

Seeing his expression darken again, Ye Wenxi thought for a moment and then spoke:

"I have a way to find out who a person likes."

"It's pretty accurate, want to try it?"

"Really, sister-in-law?" Wang Hao asked, half-believing.

"You're not asking me to do something stupid, are you?"

"Heh..." Ye Wenxi put down her chopsticks, amused by her own anger.

"What can I possibly ask you to do?!"

Lu Weidong, who had been eating non-stop, paused for a moment.

"Trust your sister-in-law."

Ye Wenxi shook his head and continued speaking to the bewildered Wang Hao:

"I say this method has a psychological basis."

"If a person is in the same place as someone they like, and there are quite a few people present."

She paused, looking at Wang Hao: "If something interesting suddenly happens, this person will subconsciously look at the person she likes first."

"In psychology, this is called the directed projection of emotions."

"When people are happy, they instinctively want to share it with the person they care about most and want to see the other person's reaction as soon as possible. This is an unconscious urge that cannot be hidden."

Ye Wenxi smiled as she spoke, picked up a piece of food, and handed it to the side of the bowl.

"One glance is more powerful than any amount of confession."

Wang Hao was somewhat skeptical, his eyes still a little confused, unsure of what to do.

"You'll know once you observe it the day after tomorrow," Ye Wenxi said.

"Yes!" Wang Hao nodded vigorously.

The two continued eating.

After taking a few bites, Ye Wenxi suddenly called out, "Wang Hao..."

"Hmm?" Wang Hao was filled with excitement, a million times more excited than when he was a child looking forward to the New Year.

He looked up, his face shining with anticipation, which clashed sharply with Ye Wenxi's calm and melancholy expression.

Lu Weidong took in Ye Wenxi's expression at that moment, wondering what she was going to say.

"Did you know Jiahe is going to Yunnan?"

"Going to Yunnan? What for?"

"Hmm... she said she's going on a mission to the border over there."

"Why did you go so far?" Wang Hao frowned, a little disappointed. He wouldn't be able to see him for a while.

"But if he's on a mission, he should be back soon." He then felt somewhat relieved.

He didn't take it too seriously, thinking it was just a routine transfer, albeit to a place that was a bit far away.

Ye Wenxi didn't know what the point of telling Wang Hao this was.

Wang Hao couldn't stop him, nor could he exert any force.

Just like her.

Faced with the immense, cold track of fate, the individual will of each person here is as insignificant as a speck of dust.

But something she couldn't quite explain in her heart still pushed her to speak.

It's like standing in an empty field, knowing that you can't get an echo, but still wanting to make a sound.

After Wang Hao finished the last few bites of rice and put down his chopsticks, the joy that Ye Wenxi had brought to his face slowly returned.

He rubbed his hands together, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Ye Wenxi.

"Sister-in-law, what should I wear for the photoshoot the day after tomorrow? Should I wear that new suit?"

Ye Wenxi looked at his expression, which was free of gloom and full of anticipation.

She smiled and nodded: "Okay, not only that, but I'll try on all the men's clothes too."

Lu Weidong didn't say much the whole time, but he finished eating the rice in his bowl and put his chopsticks together on the edge of the bowl.

He glanced at Ye Wenxi, his gaze deep, as if he could see into her unspoken worries.

As the two walked home, Lu Weidong suddenly spoke:

"Some things may be unchangeable, but talking about them can make you feel better."

Ye Wenxi did not respond.

She doesn't think so.

She has to bear this burden alone.

The more people who know, the more heartbroken we become.

For such things, a prophet from the "future" is not a gift at all.

It is cold and stubborn, like a huge, rumbling boulder rolling down the slope of time.

You saw it, but you couldn't get around it, you couldn't stop it.

They could only stand there, helplessly watching it crush everything in its path.

If the ending is destined to be unchangeable, then this "knowing" itself becomes the most sober and cruel torment.

As a soldier, Lu Weidong would know that a war was about to break out.

He would only have one instinct: to go forward, prepare, and then rush to the destination.

Besides these, there are every future disaster and every upheaval.

Every tragedy she had fleetingly glimpsed from the pages of history.

Those words have now become sharp blades hanging overhead, ready to fall at any moment.