"Commander Lu, you really know how to talk." Feng Qingxue felt exceptionally cheerful, and those little regrets vanished into thin air. She gave him a salute, "Sincerely invite Commander Lu to honor us with a dance."
It had been a long ti since she danced, so she needed to practice first.
A beauty like jade, with a smile as splendid as flowers, who could bear to refuse such an invitation?
Lu Jiang had never danced with anyone else, so he was naturally willing to practice with his wife to avoid making a fool of himself at the dance.
Even if they hadn’t eaten pork, they had seen pigs run. Lu Jiang slightly recalled the dance steps he had seen at dance parties and quickly displayed them. Feng Qingxue already knew so simple ballroom dancing and had seen female cultural troupe soldiers practice, so she was even more proficient.
After dancing, feelings ran deep, which led to another wave of passion, lasting until late at night.
The next morning, Feng Qingxue looked radiant, as if she were in her twenties, wearing the clothes she had prepared but without any jewelry.
Lu Jiang, on the other hand, wore a military uniform, his figure robust and his face chiseled, exuding authority with every move.
He didn’t have to go on missions now, reducing exposure to the elents. Additionally, people always comnted on the large age gap between him and his wife. So, for the past six months, he insisted on using snow cream, which made him look a few years younger.
Feng Qingxue especially loved her husband in a military uniform, loving it to the core.
"Commander Lu, you truly have a commanding presence today!" Feng Qingxue praised before they left the house, though she truly wanted to say handso—irresistibly handso, irrespective of age. A man’s handsoness truly shows after wearing a military uniform.
The seriousness on Lu Jiang’s face lted a bit, "Of course, I can’t bring embarrassnt to my wife."
They praised each other for a mont and then laughed together.
It was Lu Jiang’s first ti bringing his wife to appear at a dance party. As they entered the grand hall, they imdiately attracted quite a bit of attention.
The higher the position, the later they usually arrive. Who dares to keep the leaders waiting? So when they arrived, the senior leaders hadn’t yet co. Only so officials of similar or slightly lower rank to Lu Jiang, along with their families or dance partners, were present.
Many people had heard of Feng Qingxue but had never t her.
Unlike Lu Jiang, who frequently attended etings in the Capital after being transferred to the Capital Military District, Feng Qingxue hardly appeared in social circles in the Capital. Even during her two years of study while living in the Capital, she mostly interacted with close friends and family or so old revolutionaries and their families that Guo Yan had introduced her to, and always in informal settings.
During the tis when Lu Jiang traveled to the Capital for etings, there were a few occasions he could have brought his wife, but unfortunately, such tis coincided with her school schedule, so Feng Qingxue naturally prioritized her studies.
"There’s plenty of ti left, there’ll be more opportunities," Feng Qingxue thought back then.
Most of the people who ca early were seeing Feng Qingxue for the first ti. Initially, they thought she was a dance partner Lu Jiang had found from the cultural troupe. It was only after his introduction that they realized she was Feng Qingxue, and couldn’t help but feel surprised.
A slender figure, fair skin, a delicate and beautiful face, with exceptional poise—was she really the bride Lu Jiang married over a decade ago?
Those who had seen Feng Qingxue said she looked good, but wasn’t she too good-looking?
The sa style of clothing, although different in fabric, usually looked formal on others but seed just right on her. Even the fashionable clothes shipped from Shanghai didn’t look as appealing.
So were envious, while others disapproved.
Su ixiang directly ran up to them, looking them up and down for a mont, her eyes filled with uncertain surprise.
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