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

Ding Jiahe slowed her pace, lowered her head and walked forward, her expression softening, as if she were lost in a distant memory.

"Actually, it's all thanks to you for bringing me those photos before I left." She glanced at Ye Wenxi, her voice low as if she were talking to herself, "I relied on photos of him and me to get through a lot of the time over there."

Ye Wenxi didn't interrupt, waiting for her to continue.

"On my last day on the front lines, I almost died. That day... the whole team sacrificed themselves. I walked and walked alone in the dense forest, then fell down the mountain and couldn't walk anymore." Ding Jiahe's voice was calm, as if she were talking about someone else's story.

"Just as I was leaning against a big rock, waiting to die, I heard Wang Hao call my name."

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"My first reaction was... a time machine?? But I laughed..."

"When I heard his voice, all my fear of death vanished. I had my eyes closed and was about to pass out. But I didn't dare open them; I was afraid that if I did, I wouldn't be able to hear his voice anymore..."

Ye Wenxi's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and heartache welling up inside her. She hadn't expected Ding Jiahe's feelings for Wang Hao to be so deep.

She had always assumed that the two of them were just somewhat interested in each other, since there had been no progress before they went to Yunnan, and she hadn't discussed the matter in depth with Ding Jiahe.

But after hearing her say that today, I realized that Ding Jiahe's feelings for Wang Hao were already ingrained in her bones.

Her confession to him had nothing to do with gratitude, but was solely due to her profound love.

Ye Wenxi smiled slightly and didn't ask any further questions.

"If that's the case, then Yunxia and I will have to sit at the head table when you two get married." Ye Wenxi nudged her with her elbow, her tone becoming more relaxed. "How much of a role did I play in making you two get together?"

Ding Jiahe was pulled from her reverie by her poke: "What role did you play?"

"I took the photos for you, I delivered the messages for you, and I even taught you two to dance at the ball. What role did I play?" Ye Wenxi counted on her fingers, completely serious. "And when your child has his one-month celebration, I'll be sitting at the head table."

"Wait a minute! Why do you have to sit at the table at the baby's one-month celebration?" Ding Jiahe's eyes widened.

"Ahem... I'll talk to you when you get to third base." Ye Wenxi cleared her throat and looked away.

Ding Jiahe squinted at her, sensing that what this person was about to say might not be so innocent.

She thought to herself: Lu Weidong, do you even know that your wife is such a slutty girl?

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After the two finished setting up the exhibition area, they returned to the guesthouse at past midnight.

Ye Wenxi felt weak in her limbs, sticky all over, and her throat was almost cracked from exhaustion.

I spent the whole night having dinner with Section Chief Zhang, coordinating with the workers in charge, adjusting the poster positions, and confirming the shelf placement. My mouth and legs never stopped moving.

She still booked two rooms after all.

Ding Jiahe followed behind, rolled her eyes as she looked at the two keys handed to her.

"What a waste of money. It's clearly a twin room, yet they booked two separate rooms." Ding Jiahe glanced at her sideways. "Are you being shy with me? You talk so wildly, but your behavior is quite conservative, huh?"

Ye Wenxi took the key without changing her expression: "Actually, I talk in my sleep at night, and sometimes I even sit up and stare at people. I'm afraid I'll scare you."

Ding Jiahe: ".............."

"Really." Ye Wenxi said sincerely, "Lu Weidong has been woken up by me several times."

Ding Jiahe looked at her with some doubt, took the key, and said nothing more.

Who knows when Lu Weidong might suddenly take a day off and show up? If he finds out he didn't book a double room, that big wolfhound will lose face again.

The two went into their respective rooms. Ye Wenxi closed the door, leaned against it for a while, feeling completely exhausted and covered in sweat.

But at this hour, the public bathrooms had already stopped supplying hot water, so she used a thermos of hot water from the hot water room to mix some warm water and wipe her body.

She slowly moved to the edge of the bed, threw herself under the covers, and didn't want to move her arms or legs.

My eyelids were so heavy I could barely lift them, but my mind was still racing with thoughts of tomorrow.

What should I say if someone tries to bargain on the spot? Should I order more stock immediately if we run out? What time will Xiaohe arrive tomorrow...?

"They all have them... don't fight over them..." Ye Wenxi turned over and mumbled something in her sleep, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She dreamt that the counter was crowded with people, and clothes were being handed out one by one, so many that she couldn't keep up with the flow.

The light was still on, and she curled up in the blanket, her breathing slowly becoming shallow.

Occasionally, a car would pass by outside the window, and light would seep in through the gap in the curtains, flicker on the wall, and then go dark again.

The next morning, at 7:30.

Ye Wenxi and Ding Jiahe squatted at the entrance of the guesthouse, each holding a hot roasted sweet potato. They blew on it as they ate it. The sweet potato flesh was golden and so sweet that it stuck to their teeth. It was so hot that they took turns passing it from hand to hand.

"Is that it?" Ding Jiahe, with a sweet potato stuffed in her mouth, raised her chin and pointed across the street. A pretty girl in a light yellow shirt and a ponytail was looking around, carrying a bulging canvas bag.

"Yes, that's right, Ding Jiahe—!" Ye Wenxi shouted at the top of her lungs.

"I feel a little awkward hearing you call me that," Ding Jiahe muttered, taking a bite of sweet potato.

"Call her Xiao He today, and you Da Ding... Ugh... You violent woman!" Ye Wenxi rubbed her arm where she had been pinched, grimacing.

Xiao He jogged over and stopped in front of Ye Wenxi, bowing first: "Teacher Ye, these are the tasks you assigned me, and I brought them all today." She patted her canvas bag.

"Okay, sure. I'll take a look later." Ye Wenxi stuffed the last bite of sweet potato into her mouth, clapped her hands, and said, "Let's go, let's go to the department store first. Comrade... Comrade Xiao Ding, could you explain the process and precautions for this exhibition to our classmate Xiao He?"

"Hmm? Why aren't you introducing yourself?" Ding Jiahe glanced at her sideways.

"Let me tell you, the best way to test whether someone has mastered a certain skill is to have them explain it to another person from beginning to end," Ye Wenxi said seriously. "I'm training you."

Xiaohe nodded in agreement: "Teacher Ye is right, that's what our school teachers say too."

Ding Jiahe: "......."

She threw the sweet potato peel into the trash can, dusted off her hands, muttered something, and continued walking.

Xiao He quickly followed, took out her notebook, and prepared for battle.

Before opening the door at 8:30, the three of them went over their division of labor.

Ye Wenxi and Da Ding were in charge of reception, explanation and transaction. Xiao Ding followed along for a day to learn, help out and memorize the process. The posters in the exhibition area were set up, the clothes were hung up, the price tags were affixed, and everything was ready.

Three people stood in the middle of the exhibition area, ready for battle.

Ye Wenxi glanced at the entire room one last time, took a deep breath, and felt her palms were a little damp.

Finally, the opening time arrived, the doors opened, and customers poured in.

Unsurprisingly, everyone who enters will be dazzled by this exhibition area.

Compared to the neat and orderly counters next to it, this place is too eye-catching, with huge posters, striking clothing styles, and a semi-open exhibition layout.

Customers who aren't in a hurry will instinctively walk this way as they enter.

Ye Wenxi's booth was like a magnet, drawing in all the people who came in.

"Mom, look at this dress, such a bright and vibrant color!"

"It looks really nice, how much is it?"

"Wow, 70?!"

"This is too expensive, what kind of dress is so expensive?"

Ye Wenxi quickly went up to the customer and introduced their designs, craftsmanship, and fabrics.

But the mother and daughter still left hesitantly.

"It's alright, they're not our target consumer group." Ye Wenxi turned her head and continued to greet the other onlookers.

A woman in her early thirties stood in front of a pink long dress with puff sleeves, looking at it over and over, her fingers pinching the fabric, reluctant to let go.

"Comrade, you can try it on if you're interested," Ye Wenxi said, pointing to the fitting room behind him.

"No, no, no, it's too eye-catching, I can't wear it." The woman quickly waved her hand and turned to leave.

But after walking several steps, he turned back and looked at it again.

The same scene was playing out in the menswear section. A middle-aged man was examining a stand-up collar jacket repeatedly, touching it again and again.

"Comrade, what do you think of this style?" Ye Wenxi walked over and asked.

"Huh?" The man was taken aback, his eyes darting away, a little embarrassed. "Pretty classy, ​​just like in the movies."

"Would you like me to get you one that fits your size so you can try it on?"

"No, no, no need." He quickly waved his hand, as if he had been stumped and didn't know where to put his hands. "I'm just a worker, if I wear this, my colleagues in the workshop will laugh me to death..."

Ye Wenxi's mouth hasn't stopped since the door opened, and the crowd is incredibly enthusiastic, with layers upon layers of people surrounding her to watch.

Very few people were willing to try on clothes, and even fewer were willing to pay.

"It's too fashionable. Nobody in our factory dresses like that. I don't dare to be the first to do it."

"These are all for young wives, I'm already this old..."

"If I buy these clothes, my husband will beat me to death that very night..."

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Two hours had passed, and only two pieces of clothing had been sold at the exhibition.

One of them was a regular customer who had ordered clothes before. He was overjoyed to see that they had stock available and placed an order on the spot.

The other item was a men's outfit, bought by a wife for her husband who was a manager at the factory.