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

Lu Weidong leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and rested one arm on the back of the empty chair next to him.

He had his back to Ye Wenxi and Su Feng, and his face was towards the dance floor.

From behind, the shoulder line is loose, as if it's just a casual stop to rest and watch the excitement.

His gaze fell on the shimmering light and shadow on the dance floor, but instead of following the rhythm, it was fixed on a certain point in the void.

He kept an eye on everything behind him, but never turned around.

Ever since he figured things out because of jealousy last time, he has set rules for himself.

I will no longer dwell on these things, nor will I try to restrict her actions.

So what Su Feng does is Su Feng's business.

Ye Wenxi spoke frankly and openly about Su Feng, without any reservations.

She didn't seem to notice anything amiss, assuming it was just that Su Feng was a solitary person who didn't get along with Lu Weidong and deliberately picked on him.

It was as if Ye Wenxi was a ready-made thorn, which could be picked up and used to stab someone.

It has nothing to do with romance.

However, Lu Weidong had a hunch that there was no evidence to support his claim.

He felt that Su Feng's seemingly true yet false words, and his attempts to compete with him under the guise of Ye Wenxi, concealed something else beneath the surface.

It wasn't just targeting Lu Weidong.

Lu Weidong lowered his eyes, picked up the half-cold cup of tea on the table, and slowly took a sip.

The tea went down very lightly, yet I felt a slight coolness rising through my body.

"Comrade Ye Wenxi."

Su Feng opened his mouth, and Lu Weidong's hand, which was resting on his knee, tightened silently.

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

Those words were like a cold bullet, hovering in the very center of Lu Weidong's world.

Ye Wenxi turned around upon hearing the sound.

He saw Su Feng standing two steps away from him.

The buttons on his suit jacket were undone, revealing a white shirt and a muscular physique underneath.

He had one hand in his pocket, looking at himself calmly.

Dance?

Su Feng can actually dance?

Ye Wenxi was initially surprised.

"Section Chief Su, you can dance?" The question came out without thinking.

"What? Doesn't it look like it?" Su Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"It doesn't seem like it." Ye Wenxi shook her head decisively, her eyes still showing surprise.

Su Feng smiled faintly.

"so what?"

"Would you do me the honor?" He raised his head again and asked Ye Wenxi.

Su Feng kept one hand in his pocket, his demeanor resembling that of a lone wolf in the snowfield who had temporarily sheathed its claws, completely out of place among the soldiers on the dance floor.

Wang Hao and Ding Jiahe exchanged a glance.

Then they all fell on Lu Weidong.

The person was just sitting there.

Lu Weidong remained in the same position, holding the cup of cold tea in his hand, sipping it slowly and casually.

Unbeknownst to me, my hands had become as cold as the herbal tea.

Lu Weidong felt as if time had stood still, and even the music seemed to fade.

.......

suddenly.

A pleasant voice rang out clearly.

"Lu Weidong?"

Ye Wenxi's soft call came from behind.

She emerged from behind his chair with a smile.

As he passed Su Feng, he didn't stop, stirring up a small gust of wind.

She walked up to Lu Weidong first, naturally reached out and took the white porcelain teacup from his hand, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

"I talked to them for ages, and I was dying of thirst."

After finishing the drink, she gently placed the cup on the table, making a crisp "tap" sound.

Then her hand fell down and directly grabbed Lu Weidong's large hand that was resting on his knee.

Why are your hands so cold?

She cupped his hands in her own, rubbed them together, and then touched his forehead and cheeks.

The pads of my fingers were warm, and I pressed them against his skin.

"Could it be a real fever?"

She didn't wait for his answer, but simply tightened her grip on his hand again.

She pressed her palms against his, warming them tightly, as if trying to transfer all the heat from her body to him.

She took his hand and gently breathed on it.

Lu Weidong felt the warmth seep into his skin.

Following the blood vessels, it climbs inch by inch towards the heart.

"Look."

Ye Wenxi then raised her eyes, tilted her head slightly in Su Feng's direction, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Section Chief Su invited me to dance."

She turned back, playfully raised an eyebrow at Lu Weidong, her eyes sparkling as if showing off that she had just received a little red flower.

"How so, Chief of Staff Lu?"

"Should it be approved or not?"

She stared at him, unblinking.

To approve or not to approve...

Ye Wenxi naturally did not need any approval.

She always acts based solely on her own conscience.

But she insisted on doing it this way, throwing the choice over as if it were a joke, asking this question that she already knew the answer to.

Lu Weidong smiled slightly.

The chill that had been building up inside my body for so long suddenly dissipated like the receding tide.

Something inside my chest swelled up again.

The moment Ye Wenxi heard Su Feng's invitation, she almost instinctively looked at Lu Weidong, who was sitting in the chair.

She didn't need to see his face to sense something was different.

Unlike the provocations Su Feng usually gives him.

At this moment, he was unusually quiet, as if trapped by something invisible.

Almost instinctively, she called out his name first.

She walked quickly to his side and saw the shadow of furrowing between his brows.

Then, a few casual remarks about "thirst" subtly broke the silence.

She touched his hand.

That large hand was cold and stiff.

It was very different from his usual warm and dry palms.

So she didn't let go of her hand.

For the first time ever, a question came from this "queen" who always made her own decisions and whose word was law:

"Chief of Staff Lu, will you approve it or not?"

Sure enough, the man who had been tense all over and whose fingertips were cold relaxed his shoulders after hearing those words.

The icy hand she held warmed up little by little with that loving and respectful question.

Lu Weidong lowered his head and smiled.

"What are you saying... This is your freedom."

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Su Feng was when Ye Wenxi asked that question.

The transparent barrier that had always existed was now clearly visible, and it appeared even more solid.

Ye Wenxi made no attempt to conceal her favoritism and protection towards Lu Weidong.

But somehow.

The sharp bitterness that Su Feng once felt had faded considerably.

Typically, unrequited love is accompanied by pain and jealousy.

But now, his feelings for Ye Wenxi are more of admiration than possessiveness.

At this moment, he witnessed this personality shining brightly once again.

Be true to yourself, know what you love, and be passionate and clear about it.

Even if that person isn't yourself.

He understood his defeat and accepted it willingly.

Because he didn't lose to Lu Weidong as a person.

Rather, it was Ye Wenxi's own unwavering will and choice.

Ye Wenxi smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"it is good."

She released Lu Weidong's hand and gently scratched his palm with her fingertips.

"I'll be back right after I finish dancing."

She stood up briskly and turned around.

He nodded to Su Feng, who had been waiting beside him.

"Section Chief Su," she said, "let's go."