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

It was already past 8 p.m.

The area outside the family compound was very quiet, and the interior was shrouded in a stifling silence.

There were no car noises downstairs, no children or passersby making noise outside the window, and not even a trace of white noise could be heard.

Ye Wenxi sat at his desk, sorting out the design requirements put forward by the food factory.

The six covers correspond to several classic products in the factory. We wanted to take advantage of the New Year to update the outer packaging uniformly.

She forced herself to delve into these specific matters.

Fill your mind with lines and ideas so you don't have to think about those things that cause you headaches but that you feel powerless to change.

The pencil swished across the white paper, sketching out the initial outline.

A chubby-faced little boy is holding an orange-yellow soda bottle, tilting his head back and drinking heartily.

She took close-ups of the child's smiling face and the sloshing soda in the bottle, highlighting the feeling of satisfaction and enjoyment after finishing the drink.

Through the images, you can almost taste the refreshing sweetness of the soda and feel the exhilarating sensation as it rushes down your throat.

This is just a very common narrative technique in modern business fiction, but it is still not common in this era.

Nowadays, packaging is mostly just a straightforward presentation of still life.

Some don't even have pictures; they just use neat fonts and solid-color backgrounds to get by.

Ye Wenxi examined the first draft and felt fairly satisfied with it.

When I looked up again, an hour had slipped away unnoticed.

But she didn't feel hungry at all.

After hanging up the phone with Lu Weidong, Ye Wenxi felt as if all her strength had been drained away, leaving her feeling listless and weak.

Dinner was long forgotten.

She laughed at herself, thinking to herself, "How could a strong, self-reliant woman like myself have fallen into this love trap in just over ten days?"

On the other hand, she couldn't stop feeling worried and fearful.

She is no longer the original owner of this body, so naturally she won't follow that dramatic and troublesome path.

It seems that as long as she maintains the status quo and works hard, she can preserve this love and hold onto this happiness that is within reach.

However... Ye Wenxi's mind uncontrollably drifted towards the worst possible scenario.

What if in this world, people's fates are predetermined and cannot be changed?

Just like some people's fates, which are already scripted.

Many people seem to be struggling and making choices, but in reality, even their idea of ​​"wanting to break free" is just a line in a script.

For supporting characters like Xu Miao and Lin Wei, their lives took a turn after meeting her.

But so what?

They are insignificant and cannot touch the most fundamental thread in this world.

Ye Wenxi's existence, and everything she stirred up, had already overturned the main storyline.

She even had a more chilling thought: if she were allowed to continue like this, would she be forcibly erased by some hidden force?

Who knows, one day when you go out, you might get hit by a car for no reason?

This speculation did not come out of thin air.

Otherwise, how do you explain that Lu Weidong and Ding Jiahe still met, and even earlier than the "original" time?

It looks as if there's an invisible hand behind it, pushing and intercepting as quickly as possible.

Who knows if they've had any flirtatious exchanges these past few days?

Ye Wenxi, without realizing it, lost control of her thoughts and began to think about so many things again.

When she came to her senses and looked down, she was startled.

He had actually painted the child's face in the painting orange.

As if she could vent her anger, she quickly tore up the discarded draft.

Still feeling restless, she put down her paintbrush and went into her bedroom to change her clothes.

He took out a thick scarf, casually wrapped it around his neck, put on his shoes, and went out the door.

The temperature at night was already close to zero degrees Celsius.

Ye Wenxi walked along the empty road in the family compound and took a deep breath of the cold air.

The air carried the dry, crisp crispness characteristic of autumn in the north.

Ye Wenxi took another breath, a smile playing on her lips.

It smells like home.

Ye Wenxi is from Northeast China in modern times, but he went to the South after graduation and hasn't been back for several years.

She greedily inhaled the air, letting the cold air fill her chest and lungs, as if trying to wash away her troubling thoughts.

As Ye Wenxi walked along, he gradually left the residential area of ​​the family compound.

Suddenly, a cool sensation landed on my cheek.

She reached out to touch it, her fingertips touching the dampness.

Immediately afterwards, a touch of coolness landed on my palm.

Ye Wenxi suddenly looked up. Under the dim streetlights, she saw tiny, scattered specks of white.

"Is it snowing?"

A sudden surge of joy welled up inside her.

I haven't seen snow for many years.

Looking at it now, it seems exceptionally real and exceptionally clean.

Under the streetlights, she reached out to catch the falling snowflakes, letting them melt in her palm.

A cool breeze gently caressed my skin.

Ye Wenxi felt her anxious heart gradually calming down.

She closed her eyes, raised her hand, and stood in the halo of the streetlight, tilting her head slightly upward, enjoying this sudden moment of peace.

Two officers in military uniforms were talking in hushed tones as they walked toward the guesthouse.

Zhou Xuchen is the youngest department head at a national defense research institute in Beijing and a key technical personnel being cultivated by the state.

He is a recognized expert in the field of precision electronics and communication systems and enjoys the treatment of a senior engineer.

For the next few months, he will be stationed at this unit to complete the combat testing and data collection of the new equipment.

The first thing to do upon arrival was to hold a coordination meeting with the military region's communications department.

The meeting has just ended.

To show his respect, Commander Chen personally accompanied him to the guesthouse to rest.

"Director Zhou, you've worked so hard today, you didn't even have time for dinner." Commander Chen said apologetically.

"I'll have the cafeteria prepare two dishes and send them to your guesthouse."

Zhou Xuchen quickly waved his hand: "Commander Chen, there's no need to trouble yourself. I'm not hungry either, I'll just go back and rest."

As the two turned the corner, they looked up and saw a figure standing alone in the dim light of the streetlamp.

She tilted her head slightly, closed her eyes, and smiled gently, letting the snowflakes fall into her outstretched palm.

A few strands of her long black hair were lifted by the wind and hung loosely down her back.

That focused and quiet demeanor seemed to come from another world.

It stood out starkly from the surrounding orderly barracks.

Zhou Xuchen subconsciously slowed his pace, his gaze fixed on that figure.

As if sensing someone, she opened her eyes and turned to look in this direction.

Zhou Xuchen quickly looked away, glancing elsewhere.

"Commander Chen?"

"Hey? Xiao Ye?" Chen Yuanchuan saw her too, his tone somewhat surprised. "Why are you still here so late?"

"I couldn't sleep, and seeing that it was snowing, I came out for a walk." Ye Wenxi said calmly, her gaze politely sweeping over the two of them.

"Commander Chen, are you working so late?"

Chen Yuanchuan smiled and turned to introduce, "Yes, we just finished a meeting."

"Thank you both for your hard work. I won't disturb you any longer and will head back now."

Ye Wenxi nodded slightly to Zhou Xuchen, a polite smile curving her lips.

She turned around, her footsteps treading on the thin layer of first snow, and walked towards the family dormitory building.

Early the next morning.

When Ye Wenxi woke up, she felt a slight stinging pain in her throat.

It wasn't serious, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

I got up, changed my clothes, and drank a glass of warm water.

Coming out of the bathroom, I glanced at the laundry basket and saw a lot of clothes that had been changed, which gave me a bit of a headache.

She ate a few bites of breakfast quickly, then found the big red plastic basin, added hot water and laundry detergent, and began to scrub the clothes one by one.

Winter clothes are thick and difficult to wash.

Ye Wenxi spent the entire morning washing clothes before she finally finished washing all the accumulated laundry.

After hanging the last piece of clothing to dry in the yard, she shook her aching wrists and sighed.

That won't do; it's too much of a waste of time.

In that morning, she could have finished two design drafts.

For Ye Wenxi, time is money.

She remembered that Lu Weidong had several special vouchers for home appliances.

So he rummaged through his drawers and found it, and took his savings book with him, deciding to go to the city today to buy a washing machine.

The county closest to the military region is Fuyun County.

It takes about an hour to get there by car from the base.

Many people in the residential compound go there to buy things.

Although it can't compare to the Harbin Department Store in terms of the complete range of products and the latest styles, it can meet most of your daily needs.

Ye Wenxi counted the receipts and money, locked the door, and walked straight towards the bus station outside the family compound.

Get ready to catch the next long-distance bus into the city.