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

After Ye Wenxi returned to her seat, that feeling of tension and unease slowly returned.

She quietly took two breaths.

Lu Weidong reached out and grabbed her hand.

His palms were thick and hard, with calluses from training, and he gently squeezed her palms with a warm, firm touch.

Ye Wenxi turned to look at him, and he happened to be looking over at her too.

Neither of them spoke, but the corners of their mouths curved into a smile at the same time.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Ding Jiahe muttered to herself from the side.

"If you say you didn't go to college, I really don't believe you."

"Nonsense..." Ye Wenxi nudged her lightly with her elbow. "Where am I supposed to study?"

"Look," Ding Jiahe gestured with her chin toward the stage, "your model Su is on stage."

Su Feng stood up from his seat and subconsciously reached out to tug at the hem of his suit jacket, as if trying to smooth out its lines.

But as he took a step, the fabric of his clothes tightened with the movement of his waist and hips, revealing the outlines of his chest, waist, and hips.

The female soldiers from the cultural troupe in the waiting area and the young women from local units in the audience were all captivated by Su Feng and followed him around.

Everyone's eyes widened slightly.

A low humming sound rose from the audience.

"Who is this?"

"You don't recognize Section Chief Su from the Training Section? He's from the Special Forces."

"I've never seen this before..."

"They're here for an exercise, they don't show up often. By the way, I heard he's Su Ran's brother."

"Which Su Ran? The one...?"

"Who else could it be?"

"Look at his clothes, they're probably made by a tailor shop."

"Definitely. Look at how tight her waist is, how taut her pants are... Only that woman would dare to do that."

"Tsk, I must say, it's actually quite...hehehehehe."

Before he could finish speaking, his words were drowned out by several knowing chuckles.

Su Feng cleared his throat and raised the microphone a little higher.

He glanced at Ye Wenxi subconsciously and met her gentle and sincere smile, as if admiring a masterpiece of her own.

His tense mood inexplicably eased a lot.

If she's satisfied, that's fine.

He then stepped forward to speak, offering mostly polite remarks such as thanking the military region for its support, thanking all parties for their cooperation, and praising the recent exercises for their successful completion.

Su Feng's speech was short, mostly consisting of polite remarks and going through the motions.

As soon as he finished speaking, the host immediately chimed in, and after a few words, everyone understood that the show was about to begin.

The female soldiers from the cultural troupe, who had been waiting on the sidelines, walked in an orderly line to the center of the dance floor.

As the rousing and lively song began, they, dressed in grass-green military performance uniforms with their skirts billowing, danced a spirited and dashing modern military dance.

It must be said that the female soldiers in the cultural troupe are full of energy and spirit.

Raising his eyes, raising his hand, turning around—every movement was crisp and neat, his eyes were bright and spirited, and his facial expression was upright and energetic.

Each of them stood tall and straight, a striking and upright sight to behold.

The girls bowed and took their bows, and applause erupted from the audience, a recognition of their spirit.

The next program, however, was a little different.

For today's dance, the military region specially invited young representatives from local units with which they usually cooperate, both men and women, about several dozen people.

These young people also prepared a program.

The music was changed to the soothing "The Spring Water of the Frontier is Clear and Pure".

The dance moves are simple; the focus is on participation and the atmosphere.

As the formation changed, a young woman wearing a red plaid coat and a high ponytail moved up to Lu Weidong.

In the next few moves, she stopped exactly two meters in front of Lu Weidong.

The way Lu Weidong looked and his posture made it seem as if he were the center of the entire audience.

Ye Wenxi and Lu Weidong had already separated their hands, and both of them sat properly.

The young woman probably thought he was a single military officer, which is why she took the opportunity to be bold during the performance.

Every movement and glance she made exuded a "go all out, take a gamble" kind of spirit.

Ye Wenxi clicked her tongue inwardly at the sight.

That's really going all out.

It's just that the cooking time is a little short.

It seems straightforward and provocative, but it's actually superficial and lacks substance.

Sister, let me demonstrate for you.

Ye Wenxi didn't turn her head; her eyes remained fixed on the dance floor in front of her, but she raised her right hand.

Her fingertips lightly brushed across Lu Weidong's right cheek, gliding down his jawline to the tip of his chin, and finally she gently traced a line with her nail.

Lu Weidong turned his head sharply, looking at her with a mixture of surprise and excitement, a faint blush rising on his face.

He unconsciously pressed his tongue against his cheek, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up wildly.

The young woman on stage clearly faltered for a moment during her dance, then hurriedly turned around and rejoined the formation.

Lu Weidong's eyes did not look away.

His large hand quietly covered Ye Wenxi's leg, his breathing suddenly became heavier, and he took a deep breath.

Ye Wenxi remained unfazed, swatting his paw away and continuing to watch the performance with a smile.

It was as if that captivating little gesture had merely brushed away a flying insect.

Lu Weidong adjusted his sitting posture.

He clicked his tongue.

"These pants are a bit tight."

Ye Wenxi, who understood immediately, glanced at that spot.

Even under a thick woolen coat, you can feel its eagerness to break free.

Ye Wenxi rolled her eyes at him. This guy really lived up to his reputation as someone who "heats up quickly".

She turned her head and whispered in his ear.

"Don't question my expertise. When there's no tailor to take measurements, I'll measure a third leg."

Om-!

Lu Weidong suddenly bent down, supporting himself on his knees with one hand and his forehead with the other.

He closed his eyes, rubbed his brow bone hard with his thumb, and his shoulders rose and fell slightly with each deep breath, trying to process the blow that had just struck him like a blow to the head.

"What's wrong with your Lu Weidong?" Ding Jiahe turned to the side, looking at him as if he was feeling unwell.

"It's nothing," Ye Wenxi said calmly, "I'm just a little horny."

"Does he have a fever?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be fine on its own in a bit."

Om-!

Lu Weidong raised his other hand as well, rested both elbows on his knees, buried his face in his palms, and vigorously rubbed his cheeks and temples.

It was as if they wanted to wipe out the thunderous attack that was hurtling straight at their face.

Several more performances followed.

Finally, it was time for the free dance party, and the cheerful melody of "Our Life is Full of Sunshine" was played.

The officers and soldiers, who had been sitting stiffly, gradually stood up and started moving their hands and feet.

It's free time now. You don't need to sit in the previous areas anymore; you can move around freely.

Wang Hao, with an barely concealed smug look on his face, circled around from the other side.

He straightened his collar and stood in front of the group.

"Sister-in-law, Chief of Staff," he greeted with a grin, but his eyes were fixed on Ding Jiahe.

Wang Hao glanced at Lu Weidong, who had buttoned up his coat from top to bottom.

"Hey? Chief of Staff, why are you still wearing a coat?" Wang Hao blurted out without thinking.

"Take it off, it's too hot."

Lu Weidong swept a glare at him, his gaze chilling.

"Take it off."

Ye Wenxi spoke slowly, turning her head to look at him.

Lu Weidong felt like he was being roasted over a fire.

He stood up, gritted his teeth, and unbuttoned his wool coat one button at a time.

The heavy coat was removed, revealing a perfectly tailored, pure black suit underneath.

The fabric fit snugly around his lean and upright body.

Extremely long legs, broad shoulders that cascade down to a tight waistline, and pectoral muscles that bulge out in full curves beneath the shirt.

Beneath the trousers were the firm lines of her buttocks.

Coupled with his extraordinary demeanor and handsome face that could intimidate the entire audience.

Seeing this made Ye Wenxi's hands itch.

The suit she designed perfectly captured, and even amplified, the uprightness, fierceness, and restraint he possessed, honed by military discipline.

It's like giving an already sharp military knife a scabbard that fits perfectly in your hand.

Some single men and women were wandering around, looking for a partner to dance with.

When those gazes swept over Lu Weidong, their wandering eyes were as if drawn by a magnet, suddenly stopping on him.

A faint blush crept onto Lu Weidong's cheeks.

He turned around and, under the spotlight of countless gazes, reached out his hand to Ye Wenxi.

With palms facing upwards and fingers spread out, it's an invitation that leaves no room for reservation.

His voice was deep and slow, reaching her ear clearly through the surrounding noise.

Would you like to dance with me?...My love.