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

Ye Wenxi hung up the phone and stood there, waiting for the police to take further action.

"Comrade, I've finished my call," Ye Wenxi said, turning to the police officer who had accompanied him.

"Oh, wait a moment," the policeman said as he jogged out the door and disappeared in a flash.

After a while, a middle-aged man strode in, his uniform impeccably tailored, and the badge on his shoulder had several more bars than the others.

"Comrade, why don't you come to my office and talk to me?" he said very politely.

"Oh, okay." Ye Wenxi followed.

The office was small, with a desk, a few wooden chairs, and banners and rules and regulations hanging on the walls.

"Please sit down." The police station chief gestured to the chair, his attitude so amiable that it didn't seem like he was treating someone who had just finished a brawl.

Ye Wenxi sat down, waiting for him to speak.

"Comrade, are you a military dependent?"

Ye Wenxi nodded.

"Could you please tell me?" the director asked.

Ye Wenxi didn't hide anything and explained the identities of herself, Zhang Yunxia, ​​and Ding Jiahe in detail.

The director frowned, speechless for a long time. He pinched the bridge of his nose, remained silent for a few seconds, and then stood up:

"Wait a moment, I'll go make a phone call."

"Hey! No, no, no!" Ye Wenxi quickly stopped him. "I've already notified my partner, he'll be here soon. Let's just follow the procedures and handle it properly."

The director paused for a moment, then hesitated:

"Huh? You...are you sure?"

"Yes." Ye Wenxi nodded, her tone sincere. "We'll compensate where necessary and apologize where necessary. We accept it."

She genuinely felt a little embarrassed.

It was only later that they realized they had attacked the wrong person.

That person wasn't Du Yi at all; it was someone Du Yi owed money to, who was offering clothes as payment.

Ye Wenxi was both angry and annoyed. He was angry because he hadn't hit the real target, and annoyed because he had made Lu Weidong make the trip and caused him this trouble.

The director was in a bit of a dilemma. He wasn't stupid; they had already revealed their hand: the families of two high-ranking officers and a frontline combat hero. He needed to handle this carefully.

Since the other party was very sincere and took the initiative to ask to follow the procedure, he decided to accept the offer.

"Xiao Zhang! Invite the other two in as well," the director called out towards the door.

A short while later, Zhang Yunxia and Ding Jiahe were invited into the office.

"Alright then," the director said calmly as he returned to his seat, "we'll focus on mediation today. I'll go talk to them in a bit and check on their injuries."

He paused, carefully choosing his words:

"If the main responsibility for this matter lies with you, then we will compensate you and apologize as appropriate. Of course, if the other party is also at fault, we will not let you suffer a loss either."

"Do you think this method is acceptable?"

Ye Wenxi and the others nodded.

"Okay, let's do it that way. Please have a seat, I'll go talk to them."

"Comrade Director, please wait a moment." He stood up to leave, but Ye Wenxi called out to him.

The director turned around.

"Could you please keep our identities a secret?" Ye Wenxi asked, blushing slightly.

The director paused for a moment, then nodded:

"Okay, then you guys go outside and wait for me. I'll talk to them."

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The three people were led to sit on a bench in the corridor.

The bench was made of wood and painted dark green. Several notices were posted on the opposite wall, with red paper and black lettering, the edges of which were rolled up.

Several people squeezed onto a bench to review the day's events.

Ding Jiahe lowered her head, her fingers twisting together, and muttered softly:

"I'm sorry... I acted impulsively."

"Sigh, it's not your fault." Ye Wenxi patted her shoulder. "Who would have thought it wasn't that person? It's a pity we didn't get to beat up that bastard."

Ding Jiahe's eyes lit up: "Then let's go beat them up again!"

Then, seeing Ye Wenxi's speechless expression, he immediately changed his tune:

"I was just kidding..."

After Ding Jiahe finished speaking, she turned her head and muttered another sentence:

"Don't let me run into him."

The three of them sat on the bench, taking turns to berate Du Yi from head to toe.

Just as he was getting into the middle of his tirade, the station chief came out. He opened his notebook and read aloud, line by line:

"There were five people in total. They had some minor injuries to their arms, face, and head, but most of them do not affect their normal activities. As for compensation, according to their request, we only need to cover their medical expenses and wages."

The three of them were just about to breathe a sigh of relief...

"However..." the director paused, glancing at them, "four men suffered severe damage to their reproductive organs and require further observation. The severity is likely far greater than the superficial injuries."

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

The air was silent for three seconds.

"This injury is more complicated and requires a medical examination at the hospital. I've already sent someone to take them there."

The director closed his notebook:

"You can wait here for the results."

"Thank you, comrade, we understand," Zhang Yunxia quickly replied.

The director turned and left, and the corridor fell silent again.

Ding Jiahe slowly turned her head to look at Ye Wenxi, her eyes filled with complex emotions:

"How did you train? How are you so accurate and ruthless...?"

Ye Wenxi remained expressionless, staring straight ahead: "Sigh...talent."

More than an hour later.

Two military jeeps were parked in front of the police station. Lu Weidong and Chen Yuanchuan got out of the vehicles; they had changed into civilian clothes before setting off.

The police station chief led them inside, through the corridor, and stopped in front of a row of benches.

The three of them were fast asleep, their heads tilted back.

Ye Wenxi leaned on Ding Jiahe's shoulder with her mouth slightly open, a little drool still hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Zhang Yunxia held Zhang Xiangyang in her arms, and the three of them huddled together, sleeping soundly.

Chen Yuanchuan sighed heavily.

They're incredibly carefree; they even have the energy to sleep!

"Wenxi, Wenxi." Lu Weidong squatted down and gently shook Ye Wenxi's shoulder.

Ye Wenxi sat up abruptly, blinked, and remained dazed for a few seconds:

"Ah...you're here?"

Ding Jiahe and Zhang Yunxia also woke up, blinked hard, and sat up straight.

The director invited them into an office where several documents were laid out on the table.

"I'm sorry, comrades, I've caused you trouble." Chen Yuanchuan nodded to the director.

"It's alright, Commander Chen. They've already taken their statements and made compensation. They can just sign here and leave."

He quickly went through a few documents, signed them, stamped them, and left.

As the group walked outside, the night breeze helped them sober up considerably.

Chen Yuanchuan, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped, turned around, and glared at them:

"Which of you started it?"

"Me!" the three of them said in unison.

But Chen Yuanchuan's gaze fell directly on Ding Jiahe:

"Your arm is injured and you still can't give me peace of mind."

"I'm sorry, sir, I couldn't help myself... I'm very sorry," Ding Jiahe said, lowering her head in embarrassment.

"What happened? Are you really not injured?" Lu Weidong turned to ask Ye Wenxi.

"Here's what happened..." Ye Wenxi explained the whole story in detail.

As Lu Weidong listened, his expression grew increasingly grim, and his fists clenched tightly.

"He's really asking for it," Chen Yuanchuan said cursingly after hearing this.

"I know I was wrong, Commander," Ding Jiahe apologized softly again.

"Verbal criticism is not allowed to happen again. Remember that."

As soon as Chen Yuanchuan finished speaking, Zhang Xiangyang woke up, rubbing his eyes in Zhang Yunxia's arms.

"Dad!" Zhang Xiangyang rushed into Chen Yuanchuan's arms.

"Oh dear, my son! I haven't even had a chance to look at my son!" Chen Yuanchuan quickly picked him up and bounced him around.

"Alright, go back now. You two, get in the car with me, don't stay in Harbin. Go to the guesthouse to pack your things, we're leaving," Chen Yuanchuan said to Zhang Yunxia and Ding Jiahe.

He turned to look at Lu Weidong and Ye Wenxi:

"What about you two? What are we going to do?"

Ye Wenxi looked at Lu Weidong and said, "I'll go back with you. It won't make a difference if we go back another day."

"Okay." Lu Weidong nodded. "Commander, you go first. We'll go back alone."

Chen Yuanchuan carried Zhang Xiangyang into the car, with Zhang Yunxia and Ding Jiahe following behind. The car door closed, the jeep started, and it quickly disappeared into the night.

Lu Weidong stood by the roadside, watching the car drive away, and suddenly said, "I'll take you home."

Ye Wenxi suddenly turned her head to look at him:

"No, I want to go with you."

Ye Wenxi immediately guessed that Lu Weidong was going to Harbin Institute of Technology.

Lu Weidong looked at her, knowing she wouldn't give in easily, and then opened the car door:

"Let's go home first to get our things, then we'll head to Harbin Institute of Technology."