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

Outside the ballroom, by a window at the end of the corridor.

The area is dark, with no lights on.

Zhou Xuchen leaned against the window frame, not looking at the commotion inside, but only at the sky outside.

The night was a deep, bluish-black, with countless stars scattered across the sky.

He was just casually looking around, but his gaze was fixed on one of them.

It's not that its location is special, it's just that it's too bright.

It shines arrogantly and unreasonably.

It effectively dimmed the surrounding light.

Having spent so many years in that circle in Beijing, he has met countless intelligent and capable people.

But no one else has ever stumbled into his eyes like this star, leaving such a deep mark.

That woman probably had a ball of light residing inside her body as well.

It's not hot, but it's eye-catching.

Even if you don't want to see it, it will still find its way into your line of sight.

You want to look away, but it has already left a mark on your eyes.

Zhou Xuchen withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to dust off his sleeves.

"Director Zhou."

A low voice came from the side and behind.

Zhou Xuchen turned around.

A cluster of light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

The match struck the phosphorus surface, and the flame that ignited first illuminated Su Feng's fingers holding the match.

Then the light illuminated his thin lips holding the cigarette and his slightly furrowed brows.

Su Feng brought the cigarette closer to the flame, took a deep drag, and the cigarette butt quickly turned red.

He extinguished the match and, in the brief moment between puffs of smoke from his nostrils, handed over the cigarette case.

"Want one?"

Zhou Xuchen does not smoke.

But when he saw the cigarette offered to him, he paused for a moment, then reached out and took it.

Su Feng struck the second match and lit it for him with his hands clasped together.

Zhou Xuchen took a breath, his throat tightened, and he coughed lightly.

Su Feng took another puff of his cigarette and smiled in the flickering firelight.

"Cheap cigarettes are pungent."

"It's not the cigarettes that's the problem," Zhou Xuchen said, looking at the red glow between his fingers. "I don't smoke often."

Su Feng doesn't usually smoke.

But he always carries a bag in his pocket, specifically choosing the cheapest and most pungent ones.

Only when one is hiding in the wild or staying up all night for a long time, and their body is at its limit and about to give up, will they take out a cigarette.

I'm not after the taste, I'm after the fiery kick that hits my lungs, the kind that can snap me back to my senses.

Neither of them spoke again, and they stood side by side by the window.

The night was thick, and two sparks flickered in the darkness.

"Why doesn't Section Chief Su go dancing?" Zhou Xuchen asked.

Su Feng exhaled a puff of smoke and asked in return, "And you?"

The question was gently thrown back at us.

"Hehe, I'm not very good at it," Zhou Xuchen said frankly, looking out the window.

"Can't you dance, or don't you know how to invite someone?"

Su Feng moved the cigarette dangling from his thin lips and asked with a smile.

"Hahaha... I'm not very good at either."

"Hey, if you want to jump, then jump. Why ask me anything?"

As Su Feng spoke, the cigarette trembled slightly with the movement of his lips.

Zhou Xuchen shook his head and smiled, then steered the conversation to Su Feng: "Section Chief Su, was that outfit... made at Comrade Ye's tailor shop?"

"Ah, yes!"

Su Feng held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, raised his hand, and casually scratched his eyebrow with his ring finger.

"Very good, very well-designed."

Zhou Xuchen looked at his clothes and said seriously.

"Then why don't you order one too?" Su Feng immediately chimed in, his reply straightforward.

"Okay, there's a chance."

Su Feng glanced at the time; just the time it takes to smoke a cigarette had passed, and most of the dancers should have already left the dance floor.

He stubbed out his cigarette on the windowsill and tossed it into the tin can next to him.

"Yes."

After he finished speaking, he stubbed out his cigarette on the windowsill, turned around, and pushed open the meeting room door.

Carrying the lingering chill of the night and a faint smell of tobacco.

The moment I entered, my eyes swept past the swaying crowd and began to search and locate.

Then they saw Ye Wenxi standing next to Ding Jiahe, mimicking a famous move.

Ding Jiahe looked serious and insisted on mastering the basic steps before letting Wang Hao take her into the pool.

Taking advantage of the gap by the wall, the two of them cooked a small meal in the corner.

Ye Wenxi, who had only learned the basics, was forced into becoming a temporary instructor.

Lu Weidong sat in the chair closest to them against the wall, his arm resting on the armrest, his gaze fixed on Ye Wenxi, like a quiet shadow.

Su Feng didn't stop and walked straight towards that corner.

As Lu Weidong watched him approach, his eyelids drooped slightly, and the fingers resting on the armrest clenched almost imperceptibly.

But he didn't speak or move; he just stared.

Su Feng stopped in front of Lu Weidong, a step or two away.

He didn't look at Lu Weidong; instead, he looked up at Ye Wenxi, who was still explaining, and spoke in a moderate tone:

"Is that alright?"

The question seemed abrupt, but its target was clear. The air froze for a moment.

Lu Weidong remained silent, only lifting his eyelids and calmly focusing his gaze on his face.

Su Feng seemed to have just remembered, and a very faint, cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Forgot, you can't make decisions for her."

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for any response, he stepped aside and brushed past Lu Weidong, walking towards Ye Wenxi a few steps away.

Lu Weidong was left sitting alone in the chair, his jawline taut, the veins on the back of his hand resting on the armrest slightly bulging.

He remained motionless, watching Su Feng's retreating figure as he walked towards Ye Wenxi, his eyes seemingly frozen with a thin layer of ice.

Su Feng recognized the aura of a kindred spirit in Ye Wenxi.

He had never seen a woman so similar to himself, or even a mirror image of himself.

They share a rebellious spirit, an unyielding backbone, and a resolute determination to trample established rules underfoot.

Just like he defied his family's arrangements and insisted on joining the army.

Just as he chose the most arduous and lonely path among soldiers, and became the sharpest blade in it.

This determined his principles of conduct:

I will never restrain my will and sharpness because of any identity, background or worldly framework.

Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance.

He would intervene without hesitation to seize it.

But at the same time, he clearly saw:

—The probability is zero.

Because she is so open and honest, so complete.

When she looked at Lu Weidong, the light in her eyes was steady and burning, forming a transparent barrier that no one else could cross.

Su Feng's dance steps were hastily learned.

He wasn't sure if he would ever meet someone with such a soul again in his lifetime.

The probability was so slim it was almost a miracle.

It's like locking onto the only star in the boundless sea of ​​stars that resonates with you.

It may not be the most dazzling, but it can precisely illuminate the barren wasteland deep within your heart that has never been shown to anyone.

He didn't know if he would ever be able to evoke the same almost thunderous resonance in another person in the future.

But he knew for sure:

This moment is the only one.

It is open, aboveboard, and permitted.

The opportunity to dance with her.

He didn't want to miss out.

Su Feng walked behind Ye Wenxi, and when he landed, he blocked a ray of dazzling light coming from the side.

Ding Jiahe and Wang Hao stopped at the same time and looked at him.

"Comrade Ye Wenxi."

Ye Wenxi turned around upon hearing the sound.

Su Feng stood at the boundary between light and shadow, his gaze piercing through the dim light and looking directly at her.

"May I invite you... to dance?"