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Coach Zhu disappeared quickly, vanishing within two or three seconds.
Originally, when He Xingwang mentioned going to her room, Chi Suisui had planned to agree. But then, over He Xingwang’s shoulder, she caught sight of Coach Zhu nearby.
Seeing the coach’s expression, an unexpected thought popped into her head, and she suddenly called out “He Shen” and said that line.
It seemed Coach Zhu had already suspected she was his fiancée.
That remark likely made him jump to conclusions again.
He Xingwang turned back. “The coach is gone.”
He stated it calmly as if it were a simple fact, but Chi Suisui felt like he was agreeing with what she had just said.
This visit to He Xingwang’s room was no different from the last one.
As soon as He Xingwang opened the lid, the rich aroma of fish soup instantly filled the entire living room. The milky broth was topped with floating green onions.
It looked delicious.
He Xingwang couldn’t help but ponder—had Chi Suisui’s cooking skills improved significantly in just two months?
Chi Suisui stood behind the door throwing darts and casually added, “I asked Aunt Song to leave out a few seasonings—it won’t be a problem.”
The fish was deep-sea fish.
Even Chi Suisui herself was tempted by the smell.
After a long while, she finally heard He Xingwang hum in acknowledgment.
He Xingwang remained calm as he ladled the fish soup into a bowl. The snow-white broth looked appetizing, with tender, beautiful pieces of fish meat floating inside.
Bang!
Chi Suisui hit a seven on the dartboard.
Her brows lifted proudly—she felt she wasn’t half bad for a beginner. Scoring a seven made her suspect she might have some talent for this.
Chi Suisui turned toward the table, sitting across from He Xingwang and leaning against the edge. “How is it? Does it taste good?”
The way the man drank the soup, combined with his handsome face and those effortless, elegant movements, was truly pleasing to watch.
“You can try it,” He Xingwang said, looking up at her.
“No.”
Chi Suisui shook her head.
After all, she had brought it here for him to drink. Drinking it herself would feel strange.
However, when He Xingwang scooped a spoonful of the fish soup and held it out to her, she hesitated for a few seconds between “sharing the same spoon” and “it’s such a waste not to drink something so delicious.”
She decisively chose the latter.
At first sip, the rich flavor flooded her mouth.
Usually, when bringing fish home from outside, they rarely made fish soup—most of the time, it was cooked directly into a dish. This was only one of the rare occasions.
“How is it?” He Xingwang asked.
“It’s delicious.” Chi Suisui couldn’t resist licking her lips and urged him with a smile, “Hurry up and drink it before it gets cold.”
If he took any longer, she’d be completely lured in by the aroma.
He Xingwang’s eyes flickered slightly, giving a soft “Mm” in response. Yet, even when Chi Suisui returned a moment later, his movements remained unhurried.
“Why haven’t you finished yet?” Chi Suisui asked.
“It’s too delicious,” He Xingwang replied without changing his expression.
He brought the bowl close to his lips, taking a big gulp, then poured himself another bowl from the pot—a fresh burst of deliciousness.
Chi Suisui leaned over. “He Xingwang.”
He Xingwang raised his eyes. “What?”
“Let me have another sip.” Chi Suisui whispered softly, adding, “You need to hurry up, otherwise, Coach Zhu will definitely get the wrong idea again.”
“...”
He Xingwang silently held the spoon to her lips.
The creamy broth flowed smoothly into her crimson lips, complementing her pearly teeth—it looked strikingly beautiful.
Chi Suisui took a sip, then straightened herself. “Alright.”
He Xingwang’s eyebrows arched slightly.
From start to finish, Chi Suisui’s rationality returned, and she began to question whether He Xingwang had deliberately been tempting her.
She moved away slightly, focusing on fiddling with things around the room.
He Xingwang heard her footsteps, glanced up under his eyelids, and couldn’t help but curve his lips slightly before quickly returning to his usual expression.
When they had arrived, the sky was still bright, but by the time they finished, it was pitch black outside.
Chi Suisui decided to leave the pot there. “Why don’t you take it back with you when you return next time?”
He Xingwang nodded. “Alright.”
A moment later, Chi Suisui recalled how many doors along the corridor were closed and asked, “Do people ever bring others here overnight?”
“No.”
“Not a single person?”
He Xingwang paused to think, then answered, “One.”
Chi Suisui turned her head to look at him.
“You.”
“...”
At his words, Chi Suisui’s ears grew warm. Thinking about something, she raised an eyebrow teasingly. “Don’t lie—I haven’t stayed overnight.”
“I was mistaken,” He Xingwang admitted straightforwardly.
Then, under Chi Suisui’s gaze, he added, “If we really wanted to, it wouldn’t be impossible.”
“...”
Chi Suisui tugged at his clothes. “Are you hinting at me again?”
Unexpectedly, He Xingwang corrected her choice of words seriously. “This isn’t a hint—it’s a direct statement.”
Chi Suisui was momentarily speechless.
“I’ll drive you back.” He Xingwang removed the darts from the door and glanced at her. “It’s late.”
It wouldn’t be safe for her to go back alone.
Chi Suisui made a small noise of acknowledgment.
This time, they didn’t run into anyone on the way out, nor did any misunderstandings arise. The path was smooth and quiet, with barely a sound heard.
After getting in the car, Chi Suisui rolled down the window, resting her arms on it as she looked at the man, reminding him, “Remember to bring the stuff back next time you come.”
He Xingwang chuckled. “I know.”
Satisfied, Chi Suisui left.
As the World Cup approached, the Shooting Sports Center tightened its management of visitors, disallowing frequent visits that could affect the athletes’ mental state.
Of course, Coach Zhu didn’t think He Xingwang would be affected at all.
When He Xingwang returned to the center, he ran into Coach Zhu pacing back and forth in the lobby. The moment Coach Zhu saw him, he stopped.
“Xingwang.”
“Coach.”
He Xingwang held great respect for Coach Zhu.
Coach Zhu was in his forties and had spent most of his life dedicated to this sport—essentially sacrificing himself, even remaining unmarried.
Moreover, he deeply valued every athlete under his care, never giving up on anyone. Everyone who knew him liked and respected him.
“That... has Reporter Chi left?” Coach Zhu began cautiously. “The fiancée you mentioned on Weibo last time—is it...”
“Yes, it’s her.” He Xingwang nodded.
At that, Coach Zhu visibly relaxed.
If it was the same person, then there was consistency. But if He Xingwang were two-timing, Coach Zhu would have lost his temper.
As for whether he and Reporter Chi grew up together or fell in love at first sight—those were private matters. Unless there was a special circumstance, Coach Zhu wouldn’t pry.
He Xingwang lowered his eyes and asked, “Coach, is there anything else?”
Coach Zhu hummed twice, hesitating before finally speaking. “The World Cup is coming up soon—you’re aware, right?”
“I know.”
“That... you need to exercise restraint in certain areas.”
“...”
Coach Zhu’s meaning was clear.
He Xingwang’s gaze flickered slightly, meeting Coach Zhu’s eyes. His voice remained steady: “Don’t worry, I won’t.”
No wonder Chi Suisui said Coach Zhu had jumped to conclusions.
Reassured, Coach Zhu left.
Meanwhile, by the time Chi Suisui returned to Bai’an Mansion, it was already late.
When the mind was calm, thoughts became clearer.
Chi Suisui closed her eyes, lying back in the bathtub. The scent of the bath oils was refreshing, with a faint hint of rose that made her drowsy.
That fish soup tonight had truly been delicious.
She had tasted it before—why didn’t it feel like this then? Could it be true what they say: food always tastes better from someone else’s bowl?
Chi Suisui suspected it had something to do with He Xingwang.
As the saying goes, beauty can be as satisfying as a feast. If this idiom has survived through the ages, it must reflect some truth.
He Xingwang was undeniably handsome.
Otherwise, how could she have been so captivated?
She opened her eyes, reaching out of the water to grab her phone. Her pale skin was adorned with a few scattered flower petals, breathtakingly beautiful.
Without hesitation, Chi Suisui called home: “Aunt Song, could you make the fish soup we stewed today again tomorrow? I’ll be home tomorrow, and all the ingredients are ready.”
“Of course! If Miss Suisui wants it, I’ll make it!” Aunt Song cheerfully agreed, not asking where the previous batch had gone.
Chi Suisui’s cravings had been fully awakened.
With that thought in mind, she even dreamed about the events of the day while sleeping.
Monday marked the start of a new week.
Gu Nanxuan’s interview had been released—it was the first time he had publicly accepted an interview, though he hadn’t directly revealed his full name.
This interview was the only one officially disclosed by a domestic media outlet, bringing some well-deserved attention to Nancheng TV.
Other media outlets, seeing that Zhongyue Technology seemed to have accepted interviews, started calling one after another, only to hear the same response: no interviews.
This made Chi Suisui’s accomplishment appear even more impressive.
Chi Suisui casually asked Song Miaoli about it.
Song Miaoli replied, “I don’t have time to watch the news—watching dramas takes up all my time.”
Chi Suisui asked, “What about that gift you received last time? How’s it going?”
“That night scared me half to death,” Song Miaoli began chattering nonstop. “It was placed in my room, but the next morning, it appeared somewhere else—and it happened several times in a row.”
“...”
It wasn’t unusual for a smart robot to move around, Chi Suisui thought.
“So I installed cameras at home. Guess what I saw?” Song Miaoli lowered her voice. “That thing moves on its own, like it’s alive.”
Then she started worrying that it might try to escape.
As a result, Song Miaoli made it a habit to drag it back to her room every day.
“It’s just a smart robot—how did you turn it into something out of a horror movie?” Chi Suisui couldn’t help but tease.
“This is just for dramatic effect!”
Song Miaoli chuckled but then sighed. “I originally thought it was expensive, but when I checked Taobao, I found similar ones were pretty cheap—I just couldn’t find the exact model.”
“...”
Though Chi Suisui hadn’t paid much attention to smart technology, after reviewing Zhongyue Technology’s materials and their products, she knew they weren’t inexpensive.
She hinted subtly, “Perhaps this robot has other functions.”
Whatever Gu Nanxuan gave to Song Miaoli couldn’t be ordinary.
If there was no identical model, it was likely a newly developed prototype, possibly set to launch months later or even next year.
“Could it interact with me so humanely?” Song Miaoli guessed aloud. “Tonight, I’ll ask it why it keeps running away every night.”
“...”
Chi Suisui refrained from commenting.
Who knows—if the little robot could answer Song Miaoli’s question, it wouldn’t surprise her.
In the end, the interview was even reposted by official media since intelligent AI was a key emerging industry the country was focusing on.
Chi Suisui unexpectedly appeared in the official media report.
Though it was just her name.
And it was all thanks to Gu Nanxuan.
During Friday’s regular meeting, the director publicly praised Chi Suisui. In the office, Zhang Yueyan was the only one visibly uneasy.
This interview should have included her contribution.
But due to her negligence, she had done nothing beyond collecting data. Not only was she criticized by the director, but now she couldn’t even bask in the praise.
What a loss.
The more Zhang Yueyan thought about it, the more frustrated she became.
She had discovered this assignment, only for Chi Suisui to take all the credit. And it wasn’t just any recognition—it was the kind that elevated a local TV station to national official media.
Which journalist wouldn’t want that?
“Director Chi, your bonus this year will definitely increase!” Su Mian felt like piles of money were within reach. “So much!”
“If I give it to you, would you take it?” Chi Suisui teased.
“Who would refuse free money?”
Su Mian instinctively blurted out.
Coincidentally, they were walking down the corridor after leaving the meeting room, and Zhang Yueyan, walking ahead, heard every word, her eyes turning red.
That bonus should have included her share.
By the time they returned to the office area, it was already 4:30 PM.
At this hour, many people’s minds were no longer on work. To celebrate, Chi Suisui invited Su Mian out for hot pot that evening.
Though it was still late October, far from winter.
Eating hot pot in an air-conditioned room was a unique kind of enjoyment.
When Chi Suisui opened her phone, she noticed several unread notifications on Weibo. She had a habit of clearing unread messages immediately.
Many fans had spotted the news from this week and rushed to congratulate her upon seeing her name.
[Sis Suisui, I saw you on there!]
[Just saw it—our Sis Suisui is such a hidden gem!!]
[Can I ask, does this Mr. Gu look good?]
[Does Sis Suisui get to see all kinds of intelligent AIs? Are they cute?]
Fandom was truly a wonderful thing.
Chi Suisui replied to a few comments, finding these randomly acquired fans incredibly endearing.
When she cleared her unread direct messages, the top one made her pause.
[Sis Suisui, you’re amazing! Our variety show is currently looking for accomplished women. Would you be interested in participating in our latest program?]
What kind of variety show would invite an ordinary person like her?
Chi Suisui neither deleted nor replied. She first checked the sender’s Weibo page and found they had retweeted a post from a video platform.
The caption read: Ordinary People’s Dating Reality Show.
Chi Suisui’s immediate reaction was to decline: [Sorry, I’m not interested in participating in any variety shows. Thanks for the invitation.]
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