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

Lu Weidong was getting a little anxious.

Based on his understanding of Ye Wenxi, if she said she was letting go, she really could let go completely!

He was feeling flustered. He didn't want to appear too jealous or seem controlling, but she really did have a great time dancing with someone else.

After holding it in for a while, his face was starting to tense up, and he finally managed to stammer out a sentence:

"Um... how many jumps do you want to do?"

Ye Wenxi couldn't hold back any longer, buried her face in his arm, and burst out laughing.

She clenched her little fists and gently punched his chest twice, with a touch of coquettish force.

The two's intimate playfulness attracted the attention of many passersby.

Some looked on with envy, while others watched the spectacle with smiles.

Of course, some people looked uncomfortable or found it offensive.

Ye Wenxi's reputation has been thoroughly established in this military compound.

Their personal achievements are so numerous that they are almost overshadowing Lu Weidong.

After all, in just a few months, her clothing business was booming, and she was even personally invited to dinner by the commander.

Whether it's an excellent partner, a thriving career, or ample wealth, she seems to have it all.

Human nature inherently contains a degree of jealousy.

Previously, he had only taken advantage of Lu Weidong, yet he had already attracted a lot of trouble.

Now everything is going smoothly and I have everything I need.

To these people, the vibrant and dazzling light emanating from Ye Wenxi was simply too glaring.

Those with ulterior motives won't consider how many nights she stayed up and how much effort she put in to achieve these results.

They're just internally competing, wondering why all the good things go to her.

As for the effort and skills behind this "why," that's never something they're truly willing to explore.

The narrow-mindedness of people often lies hidden in this unfounded jealousy.

When I have conjunctivitis, everything looks like a thorn.

The place where the two walked was like a pebble thrown into still water, creating tiny ripples behind them.

Some whispered among themselves, some exchanged glances, and others let out soft humming sounds from their noses.

As the military region's cultural and sports center drew near, an increasing number of attendees began to gather there.

Among the bustling crowd, most people were still wearing crisp military uniforms.

The epaulets gleamed under the streetlights, looking neat and smart.

The family members were dressed in appropriate casual clothes, mostly simple coats and skirts, looking dignified and elegant.

Occasionally, a bright spot will flash by; it's a female soldier from a cultural troupe or a girl from a local unit.

Ye Wenxi walked in arm in arm with Lu Weidong, a sight no less impressive than the finale of Paris Fashion Week.

Avant-garde. Eye-catching.

The ball was held on the third floor of the cultural and sports center. There was a registration table at the entrance, and military family volunteers wearing armbands were there to guide the participants.

As soon as Lu Weidong and Ye Wenxi stepped inside, they saw Zhang Yunxia talking to someone by the door.

She turned her head and saw Ye Wenxi, immediately stopped talking, and took a few steps to greet him.

"Sister Yunxia!"

Ye Wenxi released Lu Weidong's arm and went to meet him.

Zhang Yunxia grabbed her wrist, her grip a little tight.

His tone was a mix of cautious hesitation and a hint of excitement.

"Xiao Ye, um... there's something I took the liberty of doing today."

"What's up?"

Ye Wenxi quickened her pace as she was led by her, and the two walked side by side up the stairs.

"I was just thinking that the clothes we're wearing today might actually have a promotional effect."

"I was thinking, why not just put up a sign? That way, it'll save those people the trouble of asking everyone one by one!"

Ye Wenxi was taken aback.

Put up a sign? How do you do that?

Before she could even ask, the person had already gone up to the third floor and turned a corner.

Next to the wall at the entrance of the venue, which was covered with the slogan "Military-Civilian Alliance Welcome Spring Dance Party," stood a red wooden frame propaganda board about half a person's height.

Red paper with black lettering, a large, bold title:

"Wenxi Garment Company - Tailor-made, trendy designs, priority for military personnel, processing with supplied materials"

Ye Wenxi gasped, and everything went black before her eyes.

The style was very similar to the promotional sign at the entrance of a wedding that read, "Groom XXXX and Bride XXX are happily married today."

It was also placed next to the sign for "Ballroom Entrance".

At first glance, I thought tonight was the annual meeting of "Wenxi Clothing Company".

"Sister Yunxia, ​​isn't this way too eye-catching?!"

"It's alright! Old Chen didn't say anything!"

(Chen Yuanchuan: Spreading rumors is punishable.)

"Will this... will this work?" Ye Wenxi asked with some concern.

"How about we move to another place?"

Ye Wenxi discussed it with her for a long time before Zhang Yunxia reluctantly agreed to move the sign to the side.

It wasn't placed at the main entrance, but it was still placed on the side of the corridor that everyone had to pass through.

Most of the people had already entered the venue, and those who were supposed to see it had already seen it.

Ye Wenxi didn't say anything more; Zhang Yunxia meant well.

Moreover, things are indeed different for them now.

It is no longer a small-scale private workshop.

It is a production unit that has been officially approved by the organization, allocated land, and included in the pilot project of joint military-civilian construction.

It can both stimulate the commodity economy and generate revenue for the entire residential compound.

In the past, it would have been considered presumptuous to conduct publicity in this kind of setting.

But now, although there is no precedent, it is perfectly legitimate.

Moreover, she was the only individual organization that proactively offered to sponsor the ball.

She paid for all those decorations herself.

It also carries some weight from "sponsorship" and "GG".

Thinking of this, Ye Wenxi's unease dissipated.

She raised her hand to tidy her hair, then turned and took Lu Weidong's arm.

"Let's go," she said calmly, "it's time to go in."

Inside the venue, it was not the usual noisy ballroom.

Although the crowd was large, most soldiers remained disciplined, and people gathered in small groups, talking in hushed tones.

There were no name tags displayed at the venue, but the seating rules were self-evident.

I heard that there will be a performance by the cultural troupe in the first half of the show today. Leaders and key military officers will naturally sit in the front row closest to the performance area, and their families can sit with them.

Next were representatives from other units, and then came the area where officers and soldiers sat together with their families.

Ye Wenxi spotted Ding Jiahe, who was already seated, at a glance.

She holds a high military rank, having reached the rank of captain.

Naturally, I sat in the front row, on the side.

She was looking down somewhat awkwardly, still wearing her coat.

Ye Wenxi spotted Ding Jiahe at a glance, tugged at Lu Weidong's sleeve, and walked straight over to sit down next to her.

She plopped down, startling Ding Jiahe, who had been staring down at her knees.

The two wore the same coat, but in different colors; Ye Wenxi's was dark gray, while Ding Jiahe's was black.

They sat side by side like two sisters of different shades.

"Who are you planning to dance with today?" Ye Wenxi leaned closer, her voice slightly cheeky.

Ding Jiahe raised her head, her face slightly flushed, but a faint smile played on her lips.

She turned her head to the other side and replied casually:

"Cough...who else could it be?"

These words were like a tiny spark that suddenly ignited Ye Wenxi's passion.

She grabbed Ding Jiahe's hand, her eyes widening:

"He said it?!?"

She thought Wang Hao had already confessed his feelings and that things were settled.

"What did you say?" Ding Jiahe turned her head, looking completely bewildered.

Ye Wenxi immediately raised his eyes and scanned the entire room, his gaze searching through the crowd like a searchlight.

She quickly found Wang Hao in the area where the company commanders were located.

He was craning his neck to look this way, and as soon as he met Ye Wenxi's gaze, he immediately tilted his head, his face full of bewildered confusion, as if to say, "What's going on?"

Well, they definitely haven't said it yet.

Ye Wenxi released his grip and patted Ding Jiahe's hand.

"It's okay, he'll tell you in a bit."

Ye Wenxi decided to give them a push.