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

After dinner, Lu Weidong really took this matter seriously and got it done. He spoke up at the afternoon's routine meeting just before it adjourned.

"On a side note, my spouse's clothing company needs a male model to help with promotional photos. Anyone interested in doing this? This is in support of military families, so please show some generosity."

His tone was serious, and his expression was solemn, as if he were assigning a political task.

The meeting room was silent for two seconds.

Then someone couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, which came out like a dam had been opened. Everyone lowered their heads, their shoulders shaking, and a few young people covered their mouths, tears welling up in their eyes.

"Chief of Staff, we're also afraid of wearing red lipstick," the deputy chief of staff said fearlessly.

"puff--"

This caused an uproar; the laughter nearly lifted the roof off. Lu Weidong rubbed his forehead, his ears turning bright red.

It seems everyone already knows. After all, the last time Wang Hao wandered around the whole district with a heavily made-up face, the news spread like wildfire.

"Alright, alright." Lu Weidong tapped the table, his tone slightly annoyed. "Meeting adjourned."

A group of people walked out laughing. Lu Weidong sighed, returned to his office, picked up the phone, and dialed Ye Wenxi's number.

"They all know they should wear red lipstick, but nobody goes."

Ye Wenxi was silent for two seconds on the other end of the line: "How about I go and discuss it with Director Zhou?"

"He's from Beijing, a national research expert with division-level benefits, a bit..."

"Okay, I understand."

Before Lu Weidong could finish speaking, Ye Wenxi hung up the phone.

Lu Weidong held the microphone for two seconds, then put it back, rubbing his face with both hands in frustration. Knowing Ye Wenxi's temper, he certainly wouldn't let it go so easily. He leaned back in his chair and waited.

Sure enough, a few minutes later.

dong dong dong——!

Lu Weidong got up to open the door. He had a feeling that Ye Wenxi wouldn't leave the house today unless she "got him." He never thought this day would come, and he was a little intimidated by Ye Wenxi's "sugar-coated bullets."

With mixed feelings and a worried expression, Lu Weidong opened the door.

Su Feng stood at the door, holding several documents in his hand, looking down as he flipped through them. The moment the door opened, he was met with Lu Weidong's gloomy face.

Su Feng: "..........."

Su Feng: "Did you guess it was me or what?"

Su Feng ignored him, walked straight into the room, and slammed the documents onto the table.

"Take a look, I've revised the plan we discussed last time." He plopped down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at Lu Weidong standing in the doorway.

Lu Weidong remained in the position of pulling the door, turned his head to look at the plan, then looked at Su Feng, peeked out the door, and then looked at Su Feng again.

Su Feng stared, mouth slightly agape, at his series of strange actions.

"What are you doing? Look, so I can correct it."

"Hiss..." Lu Weidong gasped. "Is it really necessary to get approval from superiors like this?"

He would frequently resort to this tried-and-true phrase, maintaining his airs as he slowly walked back to his desk, sat down, and opened the plan. He glanced sideways at Su Feng, who was indeed already furious, his face dark with anger.

He suppressed a smile and flipped through the plan.

After watching for a while, I heard a "clack-clack-clack" sound coming from the doorway. The sound was fast and heavy, the sound of women's leather shoes stepping on the terrazzo floor.

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

The next second, Ye Wenxi appeared at the door, panting heavily, leaning against the door frame, staring at Lu Weidong.

Su Feng was taken aback when he saw Ye Wenxi suddenly appear.

Ye Wenxi was clearly angry, having run all the way up.

Lu Weidong held the plan up even higher, blocking Ye Wenxi's view.

"Um... well, you take a look first, I'll come back to find you later." Su Feng stood up, preparing to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Lu Weidong called out to him. "Don't go yet, let's talk about this."

Su Feng stared at Lu Weidong in astonishment.

Ye Wenxi: "..."

If Ye Wenxi couldn't see that Lu Weidong was using Su Feng as a shield to avoid her, she would be a fool.

"It's okay, there's no rush, you go first..." Su Feng continued.

"No, no, no!" Lu Weidong exclaimed anxiously, quickly interrupting Su Feng. "Come here."

Su Feng glanced at Ye Wenxi, then at Lu Weidong.

He thought to himself that the couple must have had a fight, and he wasn't going to be caught in the middle.

He walked over and snatched the proposal from Lu Weidong's hand: "We'll talk about it next time."

"Hiss... Huh?!" Lu Weidong snatched the plan back from Su Feng's hand again.

"Wenxi, we really have something to do. Let's talk about it when we get home, okay?" Lu Weidong followed Su Feng's advice to keep him from leaving.

Ye Wenxi stood at the door and snorted coldly, saying in a low voice, "Lu Weidong, you can run away, but you can't hide."

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

Lu Weidong was sweating profusely and dared not go home. So, Chief of Staff Lu had a sudden inspiration and decided to sacrifice 800 of his own men to inflict 1500 casualties on the enemy.

He slammed the proposal he was holding onto the table and looked at Ye Wenxi.

What do you think of Su Feng?

"What?!" Su Feng's voice almost cracked.

Lu Weidong quickly stood up, pulled the two of them inside, and slammed the door shut.

"I think Su Feng is suitable, why don't you give him a try?" Lu Weidong suggested seriously.

"I disagree." Ye Wenxi frowned and stared straight at him.

"Doesn't he fit your requirements quite well? Tall, strong, and handsome..." Lu Weidong listed Ye Wenxi's requirements.

"Shut up...shut up already." Su Feng felt a shiver run down his spine upon hearing this.

He couldn't understand if Lu Weidong had gotten his hand caught in a door today, or what kind of crazy thing was going on.

Ye Wenxi glanced at Su Feng and frowned: "He won't agree."

"How would you know if you didn't ask?" Lu Weidong asked innocently.

Su Feng stared at the couple with his mouth agape, then at Ye Wenxi's hesitant expression, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration.

"Su Feng..."

"What are you going to do?" Su Feng took half a step back.

"My clothing company needs a male model for a promotional photoshoot. It'll only take half a day or so. He'll try on a few clothes and take some photos. Are you interested?" Ye Wenxi blurted out.

Su Feng put his hands on his hips, wishing he could punch Lu Weidong into the ground.

"Could you please let me know beforehand next time you need something?"

"Give us some support, shall we?" Lu Weidong chimed in from the sidelines.

"Why don't you support me? I'm not going!" Su Feng's voice rose eight octaves.

"This is Wenxi's clothing company after all, I have to avoid suspicion..." Lu Weidong came up with what he thought was a reasonable reason, but Ye Wenxi glared at him fiercely.

Su Feng turned to Ye Wenxi and said slowly, "I'm sorry, I'm shy, this really won't work."

"Hmm...I know, it's okay." Ye Wenxi gave a slight twitch of her lips.

"Forget it, I'll figure it out myself. You two go ahead with your work." Ye Wenxi turned and walked out, looking completely dejected.

The door closed behind me.

Lu Weidong clicked his tongue. He couldn't help Ye Wenxi with the previous matter, but now that something really came up to him, he was making excuses.

"Let's continue then." Su Feng said, seeing that Ye Wenxi had left, and prepared to continue discussing the plan.

"You go back first, I need to make a few phone calls." Lu Weidong was preparing to help Ye Wenxi look into this matter further.

"Hiss...you—" Su Feng was so angry he couldn't speak. He grabbed the plan, slammed the door, and left.

Lu Weidong sat in the chair, sighed, reached for the phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello, please transfer me to Director Wu of the cultural troupe."