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

Lu Weidong found a huge blanket, wrapped Ye Wenxi up tightly, and carried her out.

Ye Wenxi was now wrapped up like a spring roll and lay on the bed unable to move.

"Get up! Let me out!" Ye Wenxi twisted her body.

Lu Weidong used one leg and one arm to pin her down, making her unable to move.

Lu Weidong ignored her, instead propping his head up and watching her with a leisurely air.

"Why are you feeling unwell today?" Lu Weidong asked directly.

"Because we've been trying to reach an agreement on a collaboration with the textile factory for many days but haven't been able to." Ye Wenxi made up a lie on the spot.

"Not going to tell the truth? Then stay here." Lu Weidong said slowly.

Ye Wenxi: "........."

After a few seconds of silence, she said, "I ran into Xu Miao."

Lu Weidong: "........."

"She spoke rudely to you?" He frowned.

"No, not at all," Ye Wenxi said casually, without further explanation.

Lu Weidong interpreted this as simply seeing someone he disliked.

Feeling guilty, he lifted the leg and arm that were pressing down on her and shifted his body uncomfortably.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Wenxi rolled over and struggled to crawl out from under the blanket.

"Get me dressed, I'm too weak," she said softly, lying naked on her back on the bed.

"Oh." Lu Weidong responded honestly, obediently got up, and looked for clean underwear.

Ye Wenxi pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh as she looked at him.

Lu Weidong clumsily helped her put on her underwear and vest, and was just about to crawl in to sleep with her.

"I'm thirsty," Ye Wenxi blinked.

"Okay." He obediently got up again and went to pour water.

Ye Wenxi finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Lu Weidong returned with the water, and paused for a moment when he saw her barely able to suppress her laughter.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Actually, I'm not angry," Ye Wenxi said with a smile as she took the water glass.

Lu Weidong sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her: "What's making you so unhappy?"

Ye Wenxi crawled under the covers, leaving only half her face exposed, and mumbled indistinctly, "Go to sleep, I'm tired."

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the bulging figure under the covers, and suddenly felt a little confused.

He remembered how tired she looked sitting alone on the bench that night, and the dependence in her voice when she said, "If you weren't here, I would have been miserable all night."

She was indeed becoming more and more dependent on him.

However, even with such dependence, it still seems so far away.

"Wenxi..." Lu Weidong called her softly.

Ye Wenxi did not respond, but simply closed her eyes and her breathing gradually became steady.

Lu Weidong tidied up the blanket, turned off the light, and crawled into bed, snuggling close to Ye Wenxi and pulling her into his arms.

She felt warm and had a fresh scent from her shower. He rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, a thin layer falling onto the bed.

Ye Wenxi, who was resting her head on Lu Weidong's body, slowly opened her eyes.

Ye Wenxi has received several design drafts from art students in the past few days.

Although she is recruiting an assistant this time under the guise of an assistant, she has extremely high requirements for comprehensive abilities and independent design capabilities.

What she needs are people who can understand her design philosophy, people who can keenly grasp her intentions through communication and brainstorming.

In short, she draws rough outlines and sketches, and the other person can fill in the details and perfect the final product.

She puts forward vague ideas and abstract needs, and the other party is able to draw inferences from them and come up with concrete solutions.

She is the brain, and her assistants must be able to act as her hands and feet.

Unfortunately, it seems there are no suitable options at the moment.

The question she set was an open-ended, comprehensive design problem:

Design a spring coat suitable for women. Requirements: It should be suitable for both everyday work and dates, showcasing both femininity and competence. Please submit a design sketch and a brief description.

She drew quite a few, but none of them caught her eye.

It may seem like a simple point, but the base score is only a small part, while the bonus points can be added up to an infinite number.

The versatility of a design depends on factors such as fabric requirements, seasonal compatibility, and cost control.

It may seem like there are no requirements, but in reality, each one is an invisible line.

At breakfast, Ye Wenxi received a design draft for a letter.

The sender is Ding Jiahe.

Ye Wenxi couldn't wait to open it at the dinner table; she wanted to confirm something.

She wanted to see what level this person, also named Ding Jiahe, was at.

As soon as the package was taken out, Ye Wenxi couldn't help but smile.

Inside the heavy kraft paper bag was a thick stack of drawings. In addition to the complete design drawings, there were also various standing angles, side views, and back views, all included.

They even drew renderings of the two body postures.

In addition, more than ten pages of text fully explain all the design ideas and detailed considerations.

Ye Wenxi placed the manuscript on the table, crossed his arms, and sighed heavily.

"How bad is this drawing that it made you so angry?" Lu Weidong said leisurely, taking a sip of porridge.

He glanced at the sender's name on the package and paused for a moment:

"Did Ding Jiahe draw this? Has her hand healed?"

Ye Wenxi turned her head and looked at him: "Another Ding Jiahe."

"Huh?" Lu Weidong frowned, his face full of doubt.

"An art student applying for a design assistant position," Ye Wenxi explained.

"What a coincidence? The drawing isn't very good?" Lu Weidong asked tentatively.

"Hmph!" Ye Wenxi snorted coldly.

"Fine! Absolutely!" she gritted her teeth and stood up angrily.

"Huh?" Lu Weidong was completely dumbfounded.

"I refuse to believe it!" Ye Wenxi seemed to be provoked, slammed his hand on the table, grabbed his things, and walked out.

"You haven't eaten yet," Lu Weidong called out to her.

"I'm not eating!" Ye Wenxi said without turning her head.

Lu Weidong stared at her retreating figure, stunned for two seconds:

"What's going on? Why does calling Ding Jiahe always make her angry?"

Lu Weidong seemed to have found common ground.

Ye Wenxi went straight to the study, grabbed the phone, and dialed Dean Wang Mingyuan's office.

"Dean Wang, there's something I'd like to ask you."

She explained the situation in a few words: Ding Jiahe's submission had been selected, and she wanted to contact her to schedule an interview.

Wang Mingyuan said he would help her get in touch with them and asked her to wait a moment while he got back to her.

Half an hour later, the phone rang.

"Comrade Ye, Ding Jiahe is not in the dormitory right now," Wang Mingyuan's voice came through the phone. "I checked with their counselor, and she doesn't have any classes this morning, so she might have gone out."

"Here's what we'll do: tell me a time and place, and I'll pass it on to her."

Ye Wenxi thought for a moment and then signed up for the interview at noon tomorrow in the art academy's teaching building.

After hanging up the phone, she picked up the stack of drawings again, flipping through them one by one and reading them word by word.

This girl's abilities are indeed outstanding and excellent.

She started to laugh as she looked at it. This wasn't an assistant job application; it was like bumping into a younger version of herself.

She needs to analyze from different angles, focus on specific points, and analyze the details.

She looks so much like her.

She was just like herself when she was still in college.

Ye Wenxi leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, and let out another cold laugh.

If it weren't for the ridiculous plot twist, she'd be eating shit upside down!