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

On the day of the photoshoot, Ye Wenxi hired a few more helpers to come and assist.

Sun Xiaolan and her daughter Fangfang were also invited.

When Ye Wenxi went to her house to find her, Sun Xiaolan's face was full of unease and anxiety. She twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingers and didn't dare to speak loudly.

She didn't say much, but simply put the wages that Sun Xiaolan had slipped back to her when she wrote the letter last time back into her hand.

"This is what you deserve, don't feel indebted."

"We're free to come and go here, there's no question of owing anyone anything, so don't keep thinking about apologizing."

After leaving Sun Xiaolan's house, the two walked back side by side.

Ye Wenxi casually mentioned to her the newly approved venue for the clothing company and the ongoing progress of the mutual aid society.

Even the most discerning Sun Xiaolan could understand the reason behind this.

It was her letter.

It was their predicament at the time that made Ye Wenxi bring this matter to the forefront.

Ye Wenxi's response to her was not a few words of light comfort.

They truly turned their unspeakable hardships into something that could help many more people.

Sun Xiaolan suddenly slowed down.

"Wenxi..."

"if...."

She took a breath, as if she needed to use all her strength to squeeze out the words.

"If you need more people in the future, then..."

Her voice was a little choked up, her eyes instantly reddened, and the second half of her sentence got stuck in her throat, she couldn't finish it.

Ye Wenxi stopped in her tracks.

She was dressed in a neat black outfit, her hands in her pockets, standing in the morning sunlight.

Sunlight filtered through the treetops, gilding her shoulders and the tips of her hair with a fuzzy golden edge.

"Xiao Lan." Ye Wenxi's voice was steady, without waiting for her to finish speaking.

"I know what you're trying to say."

My answer is: anytime.

She looked directly into Sun Xiaolan's eyes, without flinching or avoiding them, as if stating a fact that had already been established.

"This was one of my original intentions in starting the 'mutual aid society'."

"If it can't provide a place for people like you to earn money with dignity."

She paused, looking into Sun Xiaolan's eyes.

"Then it is a failure."

Sun Xiaolan looked at Ye Wenxi at that moment.

In a daze, she felt as if the sunlight wasn't coming from the sun overhead.

It quietly shone from the person in front of me.

It's not dazzling, but it's warm.

Like charcoal burning brightly in a winter stove, it silently radiates heat, and warmth spreads layer by layer.

He ironed out that cold, long-curled spot in her heart, inch by inch.

Sun Xiaolan's tears finally fell.

She didn't say anything, but nodded vigorously, again and again, as if she wanted to nail this promise and herself into her heart.

Ye Wenxi didn't say anything more, but reached out and patted her shoulder.

The force wasn't heavy, yet it was still powerful.

The two stood there for a while, one with red eyes and the other with a gentle expression.

Then Ye Wenxi withdrew her hand, turned around and continued walking forward.

"Let's go," she said, "We have a lot of filming to do today."

-----------------

There are seven people gathered at Ye Wenxi's house right now.

Besides Zhang Yunxia, ​​Wang Hao, Ding Jiahe, and Sun Xiaolan.

Li Yanyu and two child models also arrived.

Most people have heard that the site has been approved and the mutual aid society is also making progress.

Everyone felt much more at ease, happy and joyful.

Firstly, if the garment company really expands, everyone can benefit from it;

Secondly, the mutual aid society is like a reliable support system; if anyone encounters difficulties in the future, there will always be someone to turn to for help.

Today's photoshoot included eight men's outfits, four children's outfits, and fifteen women's outfits, totaling twenty-seven pieces.

We'll take a few photos at Ye Wenxi's house, but most of the shots will be taken outdoors.

Ye Wenxi is applying makeup to Ding Jiahe.

"Your face is so red, I hardly need to use blush anymore."

"As my top model, can't you calm down!"

Ding Jiahe, wearing a new dress made by Ye Wenxi, kept clutching her chest, her heart pounding.

The clothes are very elegant, with a clean cut and a sophisticated look.

Ye Wenxi applied some lipstick to her, a slightly darker color, to brighten her complexion.

"Alright, let's see how it goes."

Ye Wenxi handed Ding Jiahe a small round mirror.

Ding Jiahe took the mirror and looked at herself.

Her eyebrows were drawn neatly, her blush was applied to enhance her complexion, her face was evenly covered, and her lipstick was applied more heavily than usual, making her look bright and radiant.

"Oh my god! This...this is too...too..."

Ding Jiahe could barely speak properly. She put down the mirror and rushed to the toilet to wash her face.

Ye Wenxi grabbed her arm.

"Hey! Where are you going? Come back here!"

"No, no, this color is too dark, it's too scary!" Ding Jiahe struggled desperately.

"I can't face anyone!"

Ye Wenxi forcefully pressed her back into the chair: "I'm not asking you to meet anyone, I'm asking you to be in a photo!"

"Makeup for photos needs to be heavier than usual, otherwise the photos will turn out badly, and the makeup will fade away as you go through the layers."

"If I put on light makeup now, my face will look like an S-shape after I get into bed..."

Ye Wenxi suddenly stopped talking as if she had bitten her tongue.

She almost uttered that unlucky word.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..." She quickly spat several times at the side.

Ding Jiahe thought it made sense, but she felt awkward and embarrassed.

Wang Hao stood to the side, touching his nose and rubbing the back of his neck.

His eyes kept glancing at Ding Jiahe, and he felt like ants were crawling all over him.

Ding Jiahe was wearing a black long-sleeved dress with a retro square neckline design.

The fitted waist accentuates a slender figure, while the wide, flowing skirt creates a soft, graceful curve as you walk.

Her short, bouncy hair was stylish and fluffy, adorned with an exquisite pearl headband that revealed her smooth forehead and ears.

With makeup, her eyebrows and eyes appear even more defined, and her facial features are clearer. She looks like a piece of jade that has been carefully polished, lustrous and radiant.

"Aunt Ding, you look so beautiful!"

Fangfang looked up with her little face and called out in a childish voice.

"Aunt Ye, I want to draw too."

She tugged at Ye Wenxi's sleeve and pleaded softly.

"Absolutely! Our Fangfang is a model too."

Ye Wenxi smiled and patted her head.

"And Lele, come here! You two are my perfect couple."

"I'll dress you all up today!"

"Huh? Me... do I have to draw too?"

The little boy named Lele was so frightened that he almost dropped his soda bottle. He hurriedly put it down and tried to run away.

"Listen to me! Everyone must obey the organization's arrangements today."

Eight-year-old Lele hunched her shoulders and shrank back, muttering softly:

"Then...can you please not draw that monkey's butt on me?"

"Hahahahahaha—"

The helpers and aunties inside burst into laughter, creating an atmosphere even more lively than a variety show.

The "psychological reaction" that Ye Wenxi had mentioned flashed through Wang Hao's mind instantly.

Sure enough, he found himself subconsciously looking at Ding Jiahe.

Ding Jiahe was clearly not part of the festivities at the moment. She was still holding that small mirror, looking at her face from left to right, feeling awkward yet unable to resist looking at herself.

Wang Hao sighed inwardly: Well, it's impossible to get a result this time.

Let's do it next time.

Ye Wenxi quickly finished applying makeup to the two children, stepped back to examine them, and nodded in satisfaction.

"You two are so handsome! You could go straight to being the announcers for the Spring Festival Gala."

Laughter filled the room again, spreading warmly.

"Alright, next one." Ye Wenxi clapped his hands and turned his gaze to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao froze when she looked at him.

What does that mean?

Are you going to draw him again?

As if his butt had been branded with a hot iron, Wang Hao jumped up and was about to dash out.

"No, no, no! Sister-in-law?!"

He dodged and begged for mercy, almost to the point of bowing.

"No, sister-in-law! I can't draw! Please, sister-in-law!"

"No! All the photos have to be painted! Wang Hao, you stop right there!" Ye Wenxi chased after him in a few steps.

She was just telling the truth.

"I'm still in the army, drawing that stuff is worse than just killing me."

Wang Hao ran around the table, his voice trembling with anxiety.

"If those kids see this, they'll laugh themselves silly!"

The two of them circled the table, like an eagle catching a chick.

"Wang Hao! You stand right there!"

Ye Wenxi couldn't catch him at all, and was so angry that she put her hands on her hips and glared at him.

Everyone inside burst into laughter, with bursts of "hahahaha" echoing through the room.

Wang Hao didn't notice.

At this moment, Ding Jiahe kept smiling as she looked at him.

My eyes followed his running figure without ever looking away.