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

"How do you know her?" Lu Weidong asked, somewhat surprised.

"The clinic called back today and said that she was the one who gave me the injection last night."

"Coming over in the middle of the night, must be someone you know?"

"We're not that close," Lu Weidong said casually. "We've only worked together a few times. She's the medic accompanying us on this mission."

"Did she treat the injury on your arm too?"

"Yes." Lu Weidong looked at her. "What's wrong?"

His answer was brief and devoid of emotion.

Ye Wenxi suddenly pushed him away and turned to walk towards the study.

"I need to draw the design drafts now, you should go to sleep." Her voice was a little cold.

Lu Weidong frowned. He was fine just now, why did he suddenly get angry?

She was unhappy because Dr. Ding gave her an injection and saw her buttocks.

That must be it; no wonder she asked that question earlier.

Wenxi is so shy, she definitely wouldn't want others to see her.

Lu Weidong stood there for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this was the case.

He pushed open the study door again, wanting to persuade her to rest early.

As a result, Ye Wenxi coldly kicked him out.

Lu Weidong felt annoyed and resentful, silently blaming Ding Jiahe for this.

He knew that, apart from Wenxi, all other women were trouble.

"Achoo! Achoo!"

Ding Jiahe, who was reading a magazine in her dormitory, sneezed twice in a row.

"Did you catch a cold?" She rubbed her nose, not paying much attention.

He continued flipping through the book "Shanghai Costumes" that he had finally managed to get his hands on.

This is a magazine dedicated to women's fashion. The trendy clothes, exquisite outfits, and vibrant lifestyles inside captivated her on every page.

"Wow, look at those big, beautiful waves..."

She looked up and glanced at the small round mirror on the table.

The person in the mirror had short, dry, and frizzy hair, rough and dull skin from years of exposure to wind and sun, and lingering weariness in their eyes.

Aside from going on missions and being on duty, I usually stay in my dorm, and occasionally I have to be taken out for field training.

Ding Jiahe felt increasingly aggrieved, and collapsed onto the table, groaning in a muffled voice:

"ah--!!"

......

Ye Wenxi overestimated his physical strength.

I wasn't fully recovered from my illness when I had another minor commotion while taking a bath.

I had only been drawing for a short while when my eyelids started to droop.

She forced herself to finish the sketch.

I was supposed to finish several covers yesterday and today, but I was delayed because I was sick.

Ye Wenxi, with the time anxiety of modern working professionals, fills almost every minute.

It's just that there were no tape recorders back then, otherwise she would have gotten several English tapes and listened to them while walking and eating.

Lu Weidong finished washing up and lay down on the bed.

Although I didn't sleep at all last night, I'm not sleepy at all right now.

He lay there, and for a few seconds he felt that this happiness had come too suddenly, and was a little unreal.

Two weeks ago, he was a bachelor whose mind was filled with nothing but training and missions.

And now, he is lying in bed with the girl he loves.

I want to spend many, many nights with her in this bed from now on.

Just thinking about this made Lu Weidong's usually expressionless face curl into a smile.

Ever since he married Ye Wenxi, he felt like he was living in a honey pot.

Even the lads in the camp said something was wrong with him; he was smiling more often these days than in the past few years.

Lu Weidong turned his head to look at the sliver of light shining through the crack in the study door.

He decided to wait until she calmed down before trying to coax her.

Time flies, and the clock on the wall already points to eleven o'clock.

too late.

She just recovered from her fever and needs to rest early.

Thinking this, Lu Weidong got up from the bed and walked to the door of the study.

Under the dim light, Ye Wenxi, wearing a coat, was asleep on the table, her breathing even.

He approached and saw that she was sleeping in a completely unseemly manner.

His face was pressed against the manuscript paper, squeezing his cheeks until they bulged out, his lips were slightly parted, and there were faint glistening marks at the corners of his mouth.

Lu Weidong couldn't help but laugh when he saw her like this.

Sure enough, she's adorable no matter what.

He bent down, supporting her back with one hand and putting the other under her knees, trying to carry her back to the bedroom.

Just as they were about to lift him up, Ye Wenxi woke up and subconsciously slurped his saliva.

"Hmm? I'm asleep?" she mumbled sleepily, nudging him.

He stood up unsteadily and stumbled towards the bedroom.

"I can't take it anymore... I'm so sleepy..."

After saying that, he buried himself in the covers and fell fast asleep in the blink of an eye.

Lu Weidong looked at her, his smile deepening.

He turned to turn off the light, his gaze sweeping over the drawing on the table that Ye Wenxi had pressed down on.

It was a cover design featuring a soda bottle and a child's smiling face.

The lines are smooth, the composition is vivid, and the colors are so bright they almost seem to jump off the paper.

Lu Weidong was stunned for a moment.

This level of skill is truly impressive; no wonder he earns so much in royalties.

She really didn't learn it?

But he didn't think much of it; whether he had studied it or not was irrelevant.

He doesn't care about her past; he loves her as she is now.

As night deepened, Lu Weidong lay down, gently pulled her into his arms, and, inhaling her faint fragrance, fell into a deep sleep.

.......

The following day, in Chen Yuanchuan's office in the military region division headquarters building.

Lu Weidong knocked gently on the door, and after hearing a "Come in" from inside, he pushed the door open and entered.

Stand at attention and salute: "Commander, you wanted to see me?"

Chen Yuanchuan looked up from the document and pointed to the chair opposite him.

"sit."

He casually took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, pulled one out for himself, and then pushed the pack towards Lu Weidong.

"How's the injury? Is your arm any better?"

"Reporting to the commander, the recovery is progressing well and will not affect work duties." Lu Weidong did not touch the cigarette, and his posture remained upright.

"That's good."

Chen Yuanchuan lit a cigarette, took a drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"Your battalion received high praise at the military region's debriefing meeting for this operation. In particular, you commanded while wounded, and your final counterattack was crucial."

He paused, then picked up an official document from beside him.

"The division's Party Committee has reviewed the matter and will award you a second-class merit."

Lu Weidong was about to stand up and express his gratitude.

"Sit down and listen to me finish," Chen Yuanchuan gestured for him to sit, and continued:

"There are also preliminary intentions regarding your position. The position of regimental chief of staff has been vacant for some time, and you have the qualifications, ability, and combat achievements."

"The organization is considering appointing you as the regimental chief of staff, and promoting you to the rank of regimental commander."

He leaned forward slightly and said in a more serious tone, "The responsibilities are different now; I'll be in charge of more than just one battalion."

"We need to learn about overall planning and coordinated operations, and we need to take on these responsibilities. The official orders will take a few more days, but I'm just giving you a heads-up."

Chen Yuanchuan flicked his cigarette ash. "In addition, the benefits will follow your rank. The basic monthly salary will increase by 24.5 yuan, and the position allowance and military service subsidy will be calculated separately."

"The bonus for this second-class merit is 150 yuan. The logistics department will distribute reward supplies. Go and collect it later."

Chen Yuanchuan looked at him, his tone becoming serious, carrying the air of an elder's admonition:

"But one thing is certain: while you've made great achievements, you need to tone down that reckless drive of yours."

Ye Wenxi was pedaling his bicycle through the family compound.

The thick wires strung between the buildings were covered with washed clothes.

Bed sheets, military uniforms, children's open-crotch pants, and floral underwear billowed in the wind, like a flock of "national flags" waving in the breeze.

Under the late autumn sun, frozen clothes gradually unfold, leaving behind a clean scent of soap and sunshine.

People came and went at the entrance of the service center, with family members carrying nets and aluminum basins coming and going.

Ye Wenxi stopped his bicycle and locked it.

She wore that gray coat today, with a beige turtleneck sweater underneath, and a dusty pink cashmere scarf loosely draped around her neck.

Her hair wasn't tied into two braids or cut into a short bob like most people do.

Instead, she braided an exquisite side scorpion braid, with the ends loosely draped over her shoulder.

This outfit might be ordinary decades later, but in this time and place, it became an eye-catching sight.

Several women who were hanging clothes to dry stopped what they were doing and followed her gaze.

"Oh my, whose wife is this? Look at her hair, how did they braid it?"

"That outfit looks good on her too, and she has such fair skin..."

These days, people express themselves directly. Several of the women stood there, their eyes following Ye Wenxi as she looked him over, praising him incessantly.

Feeling a little embarrassed by their stares, Ye Wenxi nodded slightly in greeting.

As my gaze swept across the crowd, it met someone's eyes.

There was no curiosity or kindness in his eyes, only undisguised hatred and coldness.

Ye Wenxi did not know her.

Why does that person see themselves that way?

She was taken aback for a moment, then quickly understood.

In this compound, what else could cause such feelings towards her?

Ye Wenxi sneered inwardly, but remained calm on the surface.

Without pausing for even a second longer, he turned around, lifted the heavy cotton curtain, and walked into the service center.