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Of course, it couldn’t be published.
What kind of news article would publish such intimate behavior unless it was paparazzi-shot entertainment gossip? Even then, it would only mention something similar.
If she submitted such a draft, her director would surely scold her. It wouldn’t even make it onto the air, let alone be published.
Though Chi Suisui considered their intimacy normal.
She had just been joking around and quickly changed the subject: “Did you see the news online today?”
“You mean the dating reality show?”
He Xingwang asked, his face carrying an ambiguous smile.
Chi Suisui nodded frankly. “Exactly.”
He Xingwang had learned about this dating show yesterday because Li Huaiming had discussed at length the possibility of them appearing on a similar show.
In the end, they concluded that they’d be better suited for a celebrity dating show.
He Xingwang had only half-listened yesterday, but when Li Huaiming brought it up again today, it took on a new twist.
It was related to Chi Suisui.
Chi Suisui cleared her throat softly. “Have you seen the netizens’ comments?”
He Xingwang glanced at her.
“Alright, I get it.” Chi Suisui waved her hand to stop him. “I’m just here to talk about this. Their focus is completely off.”
Her “poor girl” persona should have collapsed long ago.
And how did the idea of a childhood engagement turn into her being tied to some scruffy man?
Chi Suisui tilted her head, looking left and right, unable to suppress a small smile. “If they knew it was you, they’d probably think this childhood engagement was the best thing in the world.”
He Xingwang said, “Are you complimenting me?”
Chi Suisui countered, “Isn’t it obvious enough?”
Wasn’t she saying he was the best thing ever?
“Not bad,” He Xingwang tilted his head slightly, speaking slowly as he pulled her further into the room.
“What do you mean, ‘not bad’?”
Chi Suisui muttered under her breath. If this wasn’t good enough, what level of flattery would satisfy him? Maybe she needed to consult Dr. Song.
“Dr. Song told me to interview you—what are your thoughts on today’s news?” She held out her hand playfully.
“Untrue,” He Xingwang replied succinctly.
He stood in front of her, fully cooperative.
Chi Suisui was amused by his serious demeanor and retracted her hand. “Online news like this is probably the production team trying to generate buzz. If either of us responds now, we’d be playing into their hands.”
Any response from her or He Xingwang would send the topic trending again, fulfilling the program’s goal.
This kind of tactic was nauseating.
It was common in the entertainment industry. Though Chi Suisui wasn’t part of it, she had some connections and was well aware of the behind-the-scenes manipulations.
He Xingwang narrowed his eyes slightly and hummed.
Not knowing if he had truly understood, Chi Suisui reiterated: “No posting on Weibo this time, and no liking posts either.”
Who knows what hidden meanings might emerge.
He Xingwang nodded. “Alright.”
Satisfied, Chi Suisui nodded and asked, “By the way, about the wedding date we discussed earlier—have you thought about it?”
“What do you think?” He Xingwang asked.
“I think next year,” Chi Suisui blinked. “Only two months are left this year—it’s too rushed.”
He Xingwang nodded, mentally noting her preference.
“Next year works,” he said.
“I’ll let my parents and uncle/aunt know when I get home,” Chi Suisui murmured. “Still early.”
Though she said it was early, it really wasn’t.
Bringing up the topic of marriage made Chi Suisui feel a bit uneasy.
When she first learned about her childhood engagement with He Xingwang, her initial reaction was disbelief. But somehow, she naturally came to accept it over time.
Perhaps it was due to gradual influence?
Living together really did work?
Chi Suisui let her thoughts wander and unintentionally spaced out.
By the time she left the Shooting Sports Center, it was already 4:30 PM.
Only then did she open her phone and notice her father had called earlier, but she hadn’t seen it and missed the call.
Later, he sent a WeChat message.
[I already know about this matter. It’ll be handled.]
[You drove the car away—what will Daddy ride in?]
Chi Suisui raised an eyebrow and sent a voice message: “I’m heading back now. I can pick you up, Dad.”
The reply came quickly.
Who wouldn’t want their daughter to pick them up, even if it was in their own car?
From the Shooting Sports Center, Chi Suisui arrived just before 5:00 PM. She called her dad directly and waited in the parking lot.
“Where did you go this afternoon?”
Qi Xincheng asked as soon as he got in the car.
Chi Suisui replied, “To the Shooting Sports Center.”
Qi Xincheng: “...”
He shouldn’t have asked.
He quickly changed the topic: “Regarding what you told me today, I’ve already had that employee fired. Don’t tell your mom when you get home.”
Chi Suisui turned to look at him. “I think you can tell Mom yourself. She’s not the type to misunderstand easily.”
If she were prone to misunderstandings, their relationship wouldn’t have lasted so many years without issues.
Qi Xincheng thought for a moment. “You’re right.”
The car slowly exited the parking garage, the road ahead gradually opening up. Just as Chi Suisui was about to accelerate onto the main road, someone suddenly darted out in front of them.
Even someone as composed as her was startled.
Chi Suisui slammed on the brakes, startling Qi Xincheng in the passenger seat. “Who is this? Is someone deliberately causing trouble outside my company building?”
He had invited his daughter to the company today, only to encounter someone flagging down his car earlier—and now this blatant attempt at extortion.
It felt like a slap in the face.
Just as Qi Xincheng was about to get out of the car, Chi Suisui beat him to it, stepping out and walking toward the person ahead. “We meet again, Miss Jiang.”
The person lying on the ground was none other than the girl Chi Suisui had encountered earlier before leaving the parking lot.
Though it was late October, the weather wasn’t particularly cool. She was still wearing a dress, and her knee had been slightly scraped.
Hearing Chi Suisui’s voice, Jiang Lu froze.
She looked up and saw Chi Suisui standing above her, her expression cold and indifferent, yet Jiang Lu could sense a hint of mockery.
“Did your first attempt at stopping the car fail?” Chi Suisui said nonchalantly. “Do you realize you’ve already wasted my time?”
“No...”
Jiang Lu’s expression was fearful, shaking her head. “Could you ask President Qi not to fire me? I didn’t mean to earlier...”
Whether it was intentional or not was obvious to everyone.
Jiang Lu’s innocent appearance starkly contrasted with the calculating look in her eyes. Chi Suisui had seen countless people and could easily distinguish between sincerity and deceit.
She stood there calmly, waiting to hear what excuses Jiang Lu would come up with.
“I haven’t done anything wrong...” Jiang Lu bit her lip. “I didn’t interfere with anything between you and President Qi, so why fire me all of a sudden?”
Chi Suisui raised an eyebrow. Her and President Qi?
That assumption was clearly mistaken.
True, she had never been exposed as the young miss of the Qi family, and as a journalist, it was understandable that no one knew.
“We’re the same kind,” Jiang Lu continued. “I admit my methods aren’t as refined as yours. You can drive President Qi’s car and go upstairs... Rest assured, this time I just want President Qi not to fire me.” She rambled on.
Chi Suisui didn’t know where she got the confidence to say these things.
Perhaps ignorance bred arrogance.
“Before attempting extortion, make sure you target the right person.” Chi Suisui had no patience for her nonsense. “Your medical expenses will be covered by Qi Corporation.”
Jiang Lu’s eyes widened.
“But you’re just President Qi’s—”
Chi Suisui smiled faintly. “That’s your assumption.”
Qi Xincheng, sitting in the car, hadn’t heard any loud arguments for a while and wondered what was going on. He rolled down the window and asked, “Suisui?”
Upon hearing his voice, Jiang Lu’s eyes lit up with surprise—so President Qi was inside.
Chi Suisui responded curtly, “Don’t come out.”
“...”
How domineering.
It was the first time Qi Xincheng had been ordered around by his daughter.
Chi Suisui bent down, leaning closer to Jiang Lu, who was attempting to stand. “Miss Jiang, before doing something like this again, make sure you thoroughly investigate the family members of your target.”
For some reason, Jiang Lu instinctively held her breath.
“For instance,” Chi Suisui continued, her lips curving into a shallow smile that seemed unfathomable in Jiang Lu’s eyes, “President Qi has a daughter.”
Jiang Lu couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
She had stopped the car of President Qi’s daughter...
Jiang Lu finally understood why her superiors hadn’t hesitated to fire her outright without much explanation, and why there were no issues raised about her contract.
She was dragged aside by security.
Watching the car drive away, Jiang Lu’s legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground. As for the medical expenses mentioned earlier, she didn’t even want to claim them.
Before returning home, Chi Suisui remained in a sour mood.
Qi Xincheng feigned seriousness. “This has nothing to do with Daddy.”
He thought about separating the parking lot—it was unbelievable that such incidents could occur, posing serious danger.
Chi Suisui tilted her head. “Dad, you don’t need to explain anything to me. Am I an idiot? How could I not see through the situation?”
She just found it fascinating.
Chi Suisui even imagined that if He Xingwang inherited the He Corporation, similar incidents might not be uncommon. Still, she trusted him.
Knowing was one thing; being upset was another.
Before reaching home, Chi Suisui heard the sound of a violin. The melody rose and fell, captivating anyone who listened.
Qi Xincheng headed straight for the living room.
Chi Suisui didn’t disturb them and retreated to her room. Upon opening the group chat, she found hundreds of messages exchanged between Su Mian and Song Miaoli.
They were so busy yet managed to chat this much.
The topic began with Su Mian discussing a TV drama, then moved to Song Miaoli complaining about a patient doubting her competence due to her youth, and eventually transitioned to their daily robot-related banter.
Song Miaoli: [The little robot can actually talk!]
Song Miaoli: [But I’ve only heard “Good morning” and “Good evening.” It’s clearly a cheap robot bought from Taobao, but at least it shows effort, so I’ll forgive him.]
Su Mian: [Considering how poor we are, having it talk is better than nothing. A small gift carries great sentiment.]
Song Miaoli: [Little Cotton, you’re absolutely right.]
Then came their mutual exchange of over-the-top compliments.
“...”
Chi Suisui couldn’t help but wonder why she had added them to the same group chat. Their topics were always bizarre.
She ignored the chat and checked the trending topics.
In just one afternoon, the dating show had dropped to the bottom of the list and would soon disappear entirely.
Without any response from the main parties involved, netizens could only speculate and gossip.
[The young woman seems quite career-driven.]
[What if the childhood engagement partner is somewhat handsome and successful? You’re jumping to conclusions too early.]
[Isn’t the term “childhood engagement” outdated enough?]
[Stop it—I feel so sorry for Chi Suisui. How tragic.]
Being labeled as “pitiful” left Chi Suisui too exhausted to comment further. She exited the trending topics and contacted the family lawyer instead.
This matter could be resolved legally.
Meanwhile, the production team was baffled. “Didn’t she respond quickly to the news about her dinner with Lin Jingmu last time?”
A staff member lowered their head. “Maybe she hasn’t heard about this yet.”
“How could she not know after all this time?” Another staff member countered. “I doubt we’ll get a response.”
No response came—but something else did.
Overnight, a new notice arrived: all sponsors of the dating show had withdrawn simultaneously, and higher-ups announced the postponement of filming.
Though it sounded minor, it essentially meant the show was dead.
From the director to the cameramen, everyone involved had already assembled. When they received the news, they were utterly dumbfounded.
With such high buzz, how could they cancel it?
News of the cancellation quickly leaked through marketing accounts, drawing crowds of onlookers. The information eventually reached Chi Suisui’s ears.
Chi Suisui initially assumed her father was behind it, but when she asked, Qi Xincheng casually replied, “No, it was the He family.”
This story wouldn’t exist for another day.
Chi Suisui rubbed her chin. “Dad, you’re too slow.”
Qi Xincheng asked, “...Is this how you talk to your father?”
“Just joking around, don’t take it to heart.” Chi Suisui waved dismissively. “Dad, I’m heading back to my room.”
After staying in her room for a while, she called He Xingwang.
Halfway through, she switched to video.
Perhaps she’d catch something interesting.
Unexpectedly, the call connected, and He Xingwang appeared even more aloof on screen.
Chi Suisui asked, “Did you handle the cancellation of the dating show?”
He Xingwang nodded calmly. “Mm.”
The production team and staff had disregarded others, using people for炒作 (hype) recklessly. Naturally, they had to bear the consequences.
Voices could be heard in the background of the video.
“Are you discussing something?” Chi Suisui asked curiously.
“No.” He Xingwang glanced upward, lowering his voice. “It’s our weekly post-match review session.”
His voice, transmitted online, grew even deeper.
Chi Suisui leaned closer, blinking. “The way you say it makes me suspect you’re subtly hinting at your coach.”
He Xingwang said, “I’m stating facts.”
He turned the camera.
On the large screen, Chi Suisui saw footage of previous matches and Olympic champions breaking world records. The commentator’s excited voice echoed.
Just as Chi Suisui was about to watch closely, the camera returned to He Xingwang. “The 18th World Cup—you’ll be leaving next weekend?”
He Xingwang’s voice was low. “Yes.”
They needed to adapt early.
Chi Suisui nodded, her eyes crinkling with a smile. “Starting next week, I’ll only see you on the news—just like your thousands of fans.”
Her smile on the video was faint.
Their voices weren’t loud, but those nearby quickly noticed. Especially Coach Zhu, who spotted He Xingwang not watching the video. Like a teacher catching a distracted student, he immediately approached to remind him.
He Xingwang lowered his gaze, his long eyelashes casting shadows, his deep-set eyes calm. A faint laugh escaped his throat, barely noticeable. “Yes.”
On the screen, the champion was giving an interview, kissing the gold medal, visibly thrilled. “This medal belongs to everyone.”
“Suisui,” He Xingwang called softly.
“What is it?”
He Xingwang looked at her. “If I win a gold medal at the World Cup, will you take it?”
Though phrased as a question, there was no doubt in his tone.
Coach Zhu, who had quietly walked up behind him: ?
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