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

In the end, Du Yi still bought that Russian handmade hair clip for Lu Weihua at a high price of six yuan and fifty cents.

This trip, including food and shopping, cost about thirty yuan.

Back in her dorm room, Lu Weihua lay on her bed, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She reached up and touched the hair clip on her head, then took it off and held it up to look at it.

She recalled the way he stood behind her, looking into her eyes through the mirror, and gently brushing her stray hairs aside. The light touch of his fingers against her earlobe was still burning in her memory.

Under the same night sky, in another bedroom of a residential compound in Harbin.

Liu Xiuyun sat on the edge of the bed, head down, massaging Ye Wenxi's ankle with her hands. Her strength was just right, not too much, not too little.

"There's a 99% chance your friend won't be able to become a military doctor," Liu Xiuyun said while rubbing his face.

"Military hospitals have strict physical requirements. It's very difficult to pass the test if you've had hand injuries, especially gunshot wounds like this."

When Ye Wenxi had some free time today, she mentioned Ding Jiahe's situation to Liu Xiuyun, wanting to ask if there was really no hope for her injury.

"However, given her background, if she wants to work as a doctor at a hospital, I can inquire about it for her."

"Military medics wounded on the front lines should be given priority in resettlement."

As the director of the military hospital, a senior official, and given Ding Jiahe's genuine contributions, this matter shouldn't be difficult to handle.

So the two of them discussed having Ding Jiahe come to their home to talk after she arrived in Harbin, which would be another option and another way out.

"Mom, that's enough, please stop." Ye Wenxi leaned against the headboard, a little embarrassed.

"Lie down," Liu Xiuyun said without looking up. "This medicine needs to be massaged for a while to be absorbed."

Ye Wenxi didn't refuse again, but looking at Liu Xiuyun's lowered profile, he felt a warmth in his heart.

The mother and daughter chatted about the garment company, talking about Yunnan and Zhang Yunxia, ​​like a mother and daughter who could talk about anything, sharing their innermost thoughts.

Liu Xiuyun recounted the stories of her three children when they were young.

"I thought Weidong would just coast along for the rest of his life, but I never expected him to actually see the light."

"It's all thanks to you and Dad for raising them well. We respected them from a young age and let them make their own decisions," Ye Wenxi said earnestly.

Liu Xiuyun waved her hand:

"I didn't believe it before. I thought that parents had to keep an eye on their children all the time, which caused me a lot of stress over the years."

"But now I've discovered that as long as the parents and the whole family keep things on the right track, it's fine."

"It's their own efforts that really make a difference."

Ye Wenxi nodded vigorously.

"Guess how I suddenly turned around?" Liu Xiuyun suddenly looked up and asked.

"Huh? Not Lu Weidong? Could it be... Xiaojun?" Ye Wenxi asked curiously.

Liu Xiuyun looked at her, her eyes smiling:

"It was seeing you that made me understand."

"Huh?...Huh?" Ye Wenxi was stunned.

"You said you grew up, who cared about you at all? Your adoptive father was lucky if he could even feed you. But look at yourself, you've raised yourself to be so well-behaved."

"I heard from Weihua that you're basically never idle; you're always working, busy, studying... you never have a moment to spare."

"During that half hour in the car, I always had to take something out to look at and study it."

"With such hard work, it's hard not to excel."

As Liu Xiuyun spoke, a smile played on her lips, and her eyes were gentle.

"Hehe..." Ye Wenxi lowered his head, not daring to meet her gaze or respond.

"By the way, Mom, I'm going out tomorrow. Can Dad take me?" She quickly changed the subject.

"Sure, let your dad come with you. He'll be your soldier these days, under your command the whole time," Liu Xiuyun said with a smile.

"Wenxi—" Lu Zhenghua's voice came from downstairs.

"Hmm? My dad is calling me." Ye Wenxi sat up and listened carefully.

"I was massaging her feet, why are you calling her!" Liu Xiuyun was displeased, but still helped Ye Wenxi downstairs.

"Wei Hua is calling you." Lu Zhenghua waved his hand and pointed to the phone.

"Oh, Mom, go to sleep. I bet we're going to chat for ages." Ye Wenxi waved to Liu Xiuyun.

"Fine! Keep nagging. You spendthrift girl, you don't even come home, what a waste of money on phone calls..." Liu Xiuyun muttered as she walked away, her voice fading into the distance.

-

Ye Wenxi closed the door and picked up the phone.

At this hour, if Lu Weihua makes a phone call, it's either because he's feeling romantic or because something's happened.

In short, it must be related to her "boyfriend".

"What's up?" Ye Wenxi asked directly.

"Let me tell you, he's so good to me!" Lu Weihua's first sentence made Ye Wenxi roll her eyes.

Lu Weihua described everything that happened that night to Ye Wenxi from beginning to end: the meal Hua Mei had, the flowers she gave her, the hair clip she helped her put on, and the way she walked her back to her dormitory...

It's pretty good.

It looks perfectly fine.

Normally speaking, in this day and age, it's rare to find someone who's willing to spend so much money to pursue a girl and is also so considerate in daily life.

Based on past practices, this approach should be enough to secure the deal.

"Sigh—" Ye Wenxi sighed.

"What's wrong? Why are you sighing?" Lu Weihua asked cautiously.

Ye Wenxi was silent for two seconds: "How much do you like him?"

Lu Weihua paused for a moment: "It's alright..."

"If you were asked to cut off all contact with him right now, how long would it take you to recover from this relationship?"

"Huh? Why?" Lu Weihua's voice rose.

"Don't ask yet, just tell me, how many days?" Ye Wenxi asked again.

Lu Weihua thought for a moment: "Hmm... I'm not sure. I feel like if I were to cut off all contact with him now, I'd feel more guilty than sad."

"Sigh—" Ye Wenxi sighed again. "What are you feeling guilty about?"

"They're so nice to me, and I'm so cold to them..."

"Sigh—" Ye Wenxi sighed three times.

"Hey, stop sighing! Just say what you have to say, hurry up and tell me!" Lu Weihua urged.

Ye Wenxi pondered for a moment, then his voice deepened:

"At most, this is the extent of your emotional investment; stop getting emotionally involved and making any further sacrifices."

"Why?" Lu Weihua's love-struck mind was a little too much.

"Listen to me, you won't go wrong! Because you're not an ordinary person now. You're rich, your family is powerful, and you're extremely outstanding, understand?"

"I'm not prejudiced, I've just seen far too many things like this. Lu Weihua, you don't understand."

Lu Weihua fell silent.

After a while, she suddenly blurted out:

"How many boyfriends did you have before my brother?"

"Go to hell!" Ye Wenxi yelled into the phone.

"Then how come you know so much?" Lu Weihua retorted, unconvinced.

"You think you know a lot too? You haven't actually done any real fighting yet," Ye Wenxi retorted directly.

Lu Weihua was speechless.

Lu Weihua's naiveté stems from his family's upbringing and discipline.

Honest, kind, unpretentious, and helpful—these are the fundamental characteristics of the Lu family from top to bottom.

She was taught very well.

But Lu Zhenghua was wrong about one thing.

As the daughter of a commander, Lu Weihua was raised in poverty.

Not only in terms of food, clothing, and daily necessities, but also in terms of her vision, discernment, and vigilance against hypocrisy, she was "raised in poverty."

She was like a piece of fine meat, completely unaware that she was getting fat.

No one touched her before, not because they didn't want to, but because she wasn't fat.

Although she was the daughter of a commander, apart from having that surname, she had nothing to gain from it, and those who tried to curry favor with her didn't get any benefit. So, in recent years, all the friends she had made were genuinely sincere.

This led her to believe that everyone around her was a good person.

But Ye Wenxi arrived.

As the clothing store's business took off, Lu Weihua started making money. Not to mention the commission she received for helping with orders, Ye Wenxi would often give her tens or hundreds of yuan in pocket money.

She was unaware that she was gradually becoming "fat".

Ye Wenxi gripped the phone, his voice turning somber:

"Lu Weihua, you are a piece of fat meat. Before you see a person clearly, don't invest too much emotion and effort. That's self-protection."