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The tablet was turned off by Lin Jingmu, and the assistant retreated to the side.
Though called a rest area, it also functioned as a makeup room. He was still wearing his costume and showed no intention of changing.
Chi Suisui had already memorized the questions she intended to ask and calmly began: “Mr. Lin, this interview mainly aims to ask some questions about your current career.”
“Go ahead.”
Lin Jingmu leaned back on the sofa and smiled at her, but Chi Suisui happened to lower her head to open her notebook and missed it.
His expression froze momentarily.
The photographer girl turned on the camera and focused the lens on him, without including Chi Suisui in the frame.
Chi Suisui didn’t ask many questions. The first few were formulaic professional inquiries, followed by appropriately deeper topics, all leaning towards the positive side.
After all, secretive questions in the entertainment industry would never yield answers.
The beginning of the interview remained mild. After three questions, Chi Suisui slightly furrowed her brows but quickly resumed normalcy.
Although she suspected Lin Jingmu was brushing her off.
For instance, when she asked a question just now, he merely replied with “I think it’s pretty good,” offering no further elaboration.
Lin Jingmu’s outward personality was gentle, and his fans adored his tenderness. His public attitude towards reporters was excellent.
Hence, most press releases portrayed only his positive aspects.
Chi Suisui harbored doubts.
She asked again: “We all know that before you became famous, you spent three years as an extra. What are your thoughts on that period, Mr. Lin?”
She had done her homework before coming.
Upon hearing this question, Lin Jingmu narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on her, recalling how her attitude had shifted earlier due to He Xingwang.
This greatly displeased him.
Having been famous for several years, he was accustomed to living amidst everyone’s praise—fans, the crew, and even daily press releases were all about his looks.
Lin Jingmu spoke: “It naturally honed my current acting skills.”
Chi Suisui hummed in acknowledgment, waited a few seconds, and realizing he had no intention of elaborating, asked: “What else?”
Lin Jingmu chuckled but said nothing.
At this point, even the photographer girl noticed something amiss and glanced at Chi Suisui.
Who interviews like this?
Chi Suisui looked at Lin Jingmu and, under his indifferent gaze, softly called out: “Mr. Lin Jingmu.”
Her voice was pleasant, causing Lin Jingmu to take her more seriously.
“What is it?” he asked.
Just an ordinary reporter, not significant to him, so he brushed her off while feeling discontent.
Chi Suisui did not answer him but turned her head: “Lingling.”
“Okay.” Upon hearing her call, the photographer girl immediately understood her intent and reached out to turn off the camera.
The assistant interjected: “Reporter Chi...”
Lin Jingmu’s face darkened.
Chi Suisui stood up and closed her notebook: “Mr. Lin does not seem to be in good condition today. In that case, I’ll come back tomorrow for the interview.”
After several consecutive questions, if she still couldn’t spot the issue, she’d be a fool.
Chi Suisui smiled faintly and turned to leave.
The photographer girl hurriedly followed.
By the time Lin Jingmu realized it, only he and the assistant remained in the rest area.
The assistant looked anxious: “Lin Ge...”
She naturally knew his temperament. Earlier, for some unknown reason, he had brushed off the journalist, only to be caught by her.
Lin Jingmu, with a stern face, asked: “Which TV station?”
“Nancheng TV Station...”
“Call them tomorrow and say I’m busy filming. No time.” Lin Jingmu sneered.
He reopened the tablet, resuming from where it was paused.
Lin Jingmu recalled Chi Suisui’s sparkling eyes earlier—bright, intelligent, and dazzling—but they weren’t directed at him.
He pointed to the tablet and asked: “Do you recognize him?”
The assistant glanced at He Xingwang on the screen—refined and cold, exuding excellent charisma: “Yes, He God.”
Lin Jingmu then asked: “Is he better looking than me?”
“...”
The assistant hesitated for just a few seconds when she heard the sound of Lin Jingmu smashing the tablet, emitting a loud crash.
She was startled.
“Athlete...”
Hearing Lin Jingmu’s words, the assistant inwardly rebutted: He God isn’t just any athlete; his family background, looks, and achievements all surpass him.
Alone, the fact of bringing glory to the nation was unmatched.
Back in the car, the photographer girl asked: “Suisui, did you notice he wasn’t answering seriously earlier?”
Chi Suisui glanced at her notes: “Yes.”
Due to Lin Jingmu’s deliberate brushing off, the recorded content was minimal, equivalent to no interview.
“So, will we come back tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“What if he brushes us off again?”
The photographer girl’s concern was reasonable.
Chi Suisui looked up at her and smiled: “Then we won’t conduct the interview.”
The director had given them a week, so there was still plenty of time.
At four o’clock, Chi Suisui returned to the TV station. Su Mian had just come back from an outside interview, having completed her task.
“Suisui, have you finished your interview?” Su Mian asked.
“No.”
Su Mian exclaimed, somewhat surprised: “Was it because of the filming at the set that you couldn’t interview him?”
Chi Suisui shook her head and briefly recounted what happened during the interview.
“This is definitely brushing us off. I’ve seen his previous interviews, and they weren’t like this.” Su Mian felt indignant.
During her internship, she had followed veterans on interviews and witnessed firsthand how interviewees treated journalists, which made her dislike such people.
Lin Jingmu’s public persona was gentle, and he often trended for being nice to paparazzi. Press releases frequently praised him for remaining humble despite his fame.
Chi Suisui remained calm: “No need to worry.”
Although she found Lin Jingmu’s dismissive attitude inexplicable.
Since the interview task fell on her, she would complete it beautifully within her capabilities—one attempt wouldn’t suffice, so two it would be.
Thus, the next morning, she called Lin Jingmu’s assistant again.
“I’m sorry, Reporter Chi, Brother Lin has a heavy shooting schedule today, so he can’t accept interviews for now.”
“Our interview was scheduled last week.” Chi Suisui pointed out the fact: “And we only have this week.”
“I apologize, Reporter Chi. You saw yesterday; Brother Lin is very tired from these past days of shooting, too busy to...”
The assistant’s responses were standard evasions.
Chi Suisui’s face remained impassive. Lowering her gaze to the pen in her hand, she calmly asked: “When will Mr. Lin be available?”
“That depends on the situation,” the assistant said, then suggested: “Why don’t you come to the set and wait? There might be some breaks in between.”
“I see.”
The assistant thought she agreed and was about to inform Lin Jingmu when she realized the call had been abruptly ended.
“...”
After hanging up, Chi Suisui’s face turned cold.
Yesterday could be considered brushing off, mere suspicion. Today’s refusal was outright blatant harassment.
“Suisui, haven’t you completed your interview yet?” Zhang Yueran emerged from behind, holding a water cup and smiling.
Chi Suisui glanced at her.
“This simple task, after today ends, it’ll be Thursday.” Zhang Yueran spoke again: “If it really doesn’t work out, why don’t you pass the task to someone else?”
“Finished talking?” Chi Suisui gave her a glance and said: “If you’re done, step aside; don’t block my light.”
“...”
The light came from the window. Standing in the corridor, how could she block anything? Chi Suisui’s excuse was absurd.
Zhang Yueran stormed off angrily.
Su Mian finally relaxed and laughed aloud, sending a WeChat message to Chi Suisui: [Boss Chi, I love watching you shut her down.] Don’t know what’s wrong with Zhang Yueran. She always has to provoke a confrontation, gets shut down every time, yet comes back不服气next time.
Chi Suisui raised an eyebrow and replied.
Returning to the main page, she saw He Xingwang’s chat box.
The last conversation record was from Monday morning. Before leaving, He Xingwang reminded her that breakfast was kept warm for her, and she responded.
Chi Suisui remembered that kiss again.
It felt pretty good.
Originally, Chi Suisui had nothing to do on Wednesday night, but Dr. Song managed to finish work on time and, using the excuse of “for love,” invited her to help pick out clothes.
“He’s named Gu Nanxuan, just as I guessed—a small employee. I’ve arranged to meet him for coffee this weekend. I can’t possibly wear Chanel, LV, or carry Hermès to drink coffee with him, right? What if it hurts his self-esteem?”
“...”
Chi Suisui had no experience in this regard.
Song Miaoli dragged Chi Suisui to the shopping street here, buying a bunch of clothes from unheard-of brands and even some exaggerated hair clips.
“Isn’t this too much?” Chi Suisui asked.
“Is it?”
Song Miaoli handed a pile of bags to the driver behind her: “Everything is for love. Who cares since he’s handsome.”
The driver carried the bags, following the two ladies who walked faster than him in high heels for two hours of shopping.
Finally, they sat down in a café to rest.
“Look, his social media post.” Song Miaoli showed her phone to Chi Suisui, “So exhausting.”
Chi Suisui lowered her head and saw the article he shared, condemning the 996 work culture—it seemed genuine enough.
Quite relatable.
“How about I let him quit and secretly find him a new job?” Song Miaoli held her face, looking innocent.
“…”
Not necessary, really not necessary.
Chi Suisui intuitively felt that this man named Gu Nanxuan wasn’t ordinary. Just based on that one glance when he looked up and called Dr. Song in the ward.
But she had no evidence and couldn’t say it casually.
Song Miaoli asked: “Suisui, you’ve lived with He Xingwang for so long. Do you have any tips on pursuing someone to teach me?”
Chi Suisui said: “No.”
Song Miaoli sighed: “Men’s charm can lead one astray.”
It would have been fine if she hadn’t mentioned it, but upon remembering her own actions that night, Chi Suisui realized their first kiss was initiated by her.
Although later, He Xingwang deepened the kiss.
Chi Suisui recalled something and blinked: “I don’t have any, but I have a friend who might help you.”
“What kind of friend?”
“A journalist friend.”
“Alright.” Song Miaoli slapped the table: “You create a group chat, add me and your friend, and we can brainstorm ideas together.”
Chi Suisui thought it made sense: “What should the group name be?”
Song Miaoli quickly suggested: “Sexy Ladies, Online Dating.”
“??”
Chi Suisui asked: “How about ‘Online Flirting’?”
Seeing Chi Suisui’s glance, Song Miaoli laughed: “No, no, you choose whatever name.”
Chi Suisui tentatively agreed.
As she selected contacts ready to proceed, the screen suddenly received a call—it was Lin Jingmu’s assistant.
On the other end, the assistant directly spoke: “Uh… Reporter Chi, Brother Lin is free now. You can come over for the interview.”
“??”
Chi Suisui checked the time on her phone, confirming it was indeed 8 PM. Work hours aside, it was nighttime.
“Now?” she asked.
“Yes, Brother Lin has to film during the day and has no time. So if Reporter Chi...” the assistant went on.
Chi Suisui interrupted: “Sorry, I’m not available.”
The assistant’s speech was cut off, and upon hearing this, she didn’t react in time. By the time she snapped back, the call was already ended.
Song Miaoli asked: “Who was it?”
“A star’s assistant asking me to come for an interview now.” Chi Suisui said as she casually created the group: “The group is ready. Change the name yourself.”
Perfect, change it herself.
Song Miaoli quickly forgot her questions, changed the group name, and sent a message in the group: [I’ll thank everyone once my love succeeds.] She also @mentioned others, only to realize there were four people in the group.
Song Miaoli looked up, tears welling up: “Wuwuwu, Suisui, you’re so good, finding me two love experts.”
Chi Suisui said: “One, where did you get two from?”
Song Miaoli said: “There are clearly four people in the group.”
Chi Suisui found it baffling. She only added Su Mian and Song Miaoli—where did the fourth person come from? She looked down.
First, she saw the provocative group name.
Then a newly sent message—
He Xingwang: [?]
…
He Xingwang had just come out of the training hall, flexing his wrists. His wrist bones slightly protruded, fingers spreading and clenching, each joint distinct and slender.
He casually picked up his phone from the table.
Most people knew he was at the Shooting Sports Center, so there weren’t many unread messages, just an unfamiliar group chat appearing on the chat list.
Someone had @mentioned him inside.
He Xingwang glanced at the message, frowned, and before exiting, checked the members. Besides himself, Chi Suisui was also there.
His gaze paused, refocusing on the group name.
—Men may change, but sisters remain.
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