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It was normal for couples to exchange sweet words.
Even more so for an engaged couple.
As Chi Suisui listened to He Xingwang’s soft, unhurried declaration, the image of a gold medal instantly came to mind.
—To win a gold medal for you.
—Would you want it?
Who wouldn’t?
Chi Suisui’s first thought was this simple question.
The important thing wasn’t the gold medal itself, but the sentiment behind an incredibly handsome man gifting her the most significant achievement of his career.
No matter how calm she usually was, her heart fluttered slightly. Without blinking, she asked, “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Will you take it back?”
“...No.”
He Xingwang hesitated slightly at her last question, wondering why she would ask such a thing.
Chi Suisui said, “Then I’ll reluctantly accept it.”
Though she said it like that, her eyes crinkled with joy, clearly thrilled, making her even more strikingly beautiful.
Just as she was about to say something else, she noticed Coach Zhu behind He Xingwang.
Although the video didn’t show Coach Zhu’s full body, his face was visible from afar—his expressions clear and unmistakable.
Shock, confusion, disbelief, frustration.
It was like watching a master of facial transformations.
At first, Chi Suisui didn’t understand what was going on, but after recalling the situation, she couldn’t help but laugh. “He Xingwang, Coach Zhu is going to be furious with you.”
Her tone was light and cheerful.
He Xingwang rarely heard her speak in such a manner—it seemed she was genuinely happy tonight, not pretending.
He turned around to meet Coach Zhu’s gloomy gaze.
“The coach might not be happy about me losing focus,” He Xingwang mused, offering an answer. “Let’s leave it at that for now.”
Chi Suisui agreed and waved at Coach Zhu.
Although in Coach Zhu’s eyes, the wave was directed at He Xingwang, which made him feel even more sour inside—sour here, sour there.
The video finally ended.
The interview had moved on to another athlete, and the teammates were engrossed, knowing they’d soon be in the same position.
A good response might even land them on the trending list and make them famous.
Coach Zhu took a few steps forward, hands clasped behind his back, and spoke earnestly: “Xingwang, do you realize what you just said?”
Look at how well-spoken the predecessors were—the medal belonged to everyone. Where it ended up afterward was their personal decision, none of anyone else’s business.
But his own protégé? Before even winning it, he’d already decided where it would go.
Though he believed He Xingwang would definitely win it—that was confidence.
“Coach,” He Xingwang leaned back in his chair, meeting his gaze, and asked seriously, “Is my behavior wrong?”
“...”
This question left Coach Zhu momentarily speechless.
After struggling to think of an appropriate response, he suddenly remembered that He Xingwang wasn’t the type to ask such questions.
“How dare you ask me that?”
Coach Zhu frowned deeply. “This is about bringing glory to the nation.”
“If I win it, it’s bringing glory to the nation.” He Xingwang’s lips curved slightly. “Whether or not I give it away afterward, no one will know.”
“I would know,” Coach Zhu said.
“Would the coach tell anyone?” He Xingwang asked.
“...”
Of course not. Would he go around saying that He Xingwang gave his fiancée the gold medal—wouldn’t that be ridiculous?
As long as the gold medal was won, who cared where it ended up?
Seeing Coach Zhu unable to respond, He Xingwang calmly said, “Suisui and I are engaged now, and we’ll be married in the future. Giving it to her is like keeping it at home.”
What a reasonable argument.
Coach Zhu found himself unable to refute it.
To avoid being swayed, he stopped discussing the topic, his face stern. “Submit your post-match review tomorrow.”
Then, with his hands still clasped behind his back, he left.
He Xingwang calmly reassured the coach and opened his phone to see a message Chi Suisui had sent a few minutes earlier.
Chi Suisui: [Did the coach scold you?]
He Xingwang replied: [You seem very happy.]
After a while, Chi Suisui responded: [I’m concerned.]
Whether this concern was genuine or not, no one could tell through the screen.
Chi Suisui looked at the message on her phone, recalling their earlier conversation, and inexplicably felt like she was the seductive concubine luring an emperor into decadence.
She rested her chin in her hand, pondering. At least her face fit the part.
Thanks to this friendly agreement with He Xingwang, she found herself less bothered by the dating show incident.
Of course, if she didn’t care, others certainly did.
News of the show’s impending cancellation spread quickly. Though it didn’t trend, it didn’t stop forum discussions.
—[All sponsors and investors have pulled out of Love Countdown . Do you know about this?]
[I’ll buy a talking poster when I have money.]
[I smell drama.]
[Isn’t this just announced? Is the original poster spreading fake news??]
[It’s actually true. I just saw a blogger I follow mention it—sudden halt in filming. The reason should be the title of the post.]
[This variety show has been running for several seasons. Why the sudden halt this season?]
[Could it be related to the trending topic from a few days ago?]
[I think so too—but if Chi Suisui really has strong connections, why didn’t she remove the trending topic?]
[Though I’m suspicious, there’s no evidence, and I can’t convince myself.]
After much discussion, nothing substantial emerged, and Chi Suisui’s childhood engagement excuse was brought up again for reminiscence.
A reality show involving ordinary people, unrelated to any beloved celebrities, was merely gossip fodder that wouldn’t hold attention beyond the next day.
On the surface, this matter was over.
When Chi Suisui returned home once again, Qi Xincheng mentioned the previous incident—Jiang Lu had been fully dismissed.
As for medical expenses, compensation had been paid.
To avoid further trouble, Qi Corporation wasn’t short on a few hundred dollars.
Chi Suisui had no thoughts about her father’s handling of the matter.
One could only say Jiang Lu was unlucky to have crossed paths with her and the Qi family.
The first week of November had just passed, and the temperature in Nancheng plummeted. Even girls who loved wearing summer dresses couldn’t resist switching to autumn attire.
However, for reporters, this weather was ideal.
When running outside, they no longer had to worry about sweating or makeup smudging—fresh-faced interviews all around.
Though Chi Suisui and Su Mian were in the same department, they rarely worked together.
This time, the director’s reasoning was unclear, assigning them to collaborate and instructing Su Mian to learn from Chi Suisui.
The interview concluded smoothly.
On the taxi ride back, Su Mian complained, “I suspect the director thinks I don’t have enough work to do and am slacking off.”
She couldn’t stand it anymore and wanted her to learn.
Chi Suisui raised an eyebrow at her. “If you were truly slacking, the director would fire you, not teach you.”
Su Mian thought about it and agreed.
“By the way, Director Chi,” Su Mian whispered cautiously, “Lord He is about to compete. Will the director arrange for you to go?”
“I’m not a sports reporter.” Chi Suisui said.
Such events were mostly covered by specialized sports journalists. As TV reporters, they had never received such training.
“I’m not talking about covering it—I mean watching the match.” Su Mian couldn’t hide her excitement. “Watching your boyfriend compete—doesn’t that sound exciting?”
Since He Xingwang had retweeted that Weibo post, these three words frequently rolled off her tongue.
Chi Suisui remained noncommittal.
The taxi passed through the bustling downtown area, where a large screen was playing an advertisement video for just a few seconds.
Chi Suisui’s gaze froze on it.
The person on the screen was familiar—Jiang Lu, who had flagged down her car just a week or two ago. In such a short time, she had entered the entertainment industry.
Chi Suisui couldn’t describe the speed.
Su Mian glanced over. “I’ve used that cosmetic—it’s false advertising. It infuriates me; I wasted a hundred bucks.”
Every penny of a salaryman’s income had to count.
Chi Suisui didn’t comment, fearing her words might upset someone, and also because she didn’t want to talk about Jiang Lu.
A small celebrity meant nothing to her.
When others’ choices didn’t involve her, she wouldn’t interfere.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Chi Suisui quickly revised the interview draft. Once the video from the photography team was ready, she processed it and sent it directly to the director.
During this time, the department remained peaceful.
It was unclear whether Zhang Yueyan had suffered consecutive setbacks or whatnot, but she suddenly fell silent, as if nothing had ever happened.
Chi Suisui found these past few days strange.
Someone had been persistently trying to add her on WeChat. Even after being rejected, they kept applying, relentless until their goal was achieved.
“Could it be a stalker?” Su Mian worried.
“Stalkers would usually resort to other methods, not something as straightforward as adding someone on WeChat.” Chi Suisui shook her head. “Someone must have given my WeChat ID to others.”
Many people knew her WeChat.
Current colleagues, former classmates... Chi Suisui narrowed her eyes slightly.
Su Mian couldn’t help but feel that Director Chi’s demeanor had shifted entirely—icy, sharp, and ready to step onto the battlefield for a fight at any moment.
It wasn’t difficult to investigate this matter.
Chi Suisui approved the person’s friend request and, after a few exchanges, quickly learned that the individual was General Manager Liu of Yun Mining. Indeed, someone had shared her contact details.
Chi Suisui was familiar with most of the companies in Nancheng, big or small, and even the rumors circulating within them. Coincidentally, she had heard of this General Manager Liu before.
At gatherings of young ladies from prominent families, fresh gossip was always a hot topic. While General Manager Liu might appear wealthy in Zhang Yueyan’s eyes, he didn’t quite measure up in Nancheng’s elite circles.
When Chi Suisui asked who had shared her WeChat, General Manager Liu evaded the question.
She didn’t press further. After all, everyone knew that Zhang Yueyan’s interview with General Manager Liu had just aired a couple of days ago.
With a few pointed remarks, Chi Suisui shut down his advances.
Fortunately, General Manager Liu was a reasonable man. Once she mentioned Qi Corporation, he promptly deleted her on his own initiative.
Simple and pure.
“Zhang Yueyan.”
Chi Suisui put down her phone and called out.
Startled by the sudden call, Zhang Yueyan’s heart skipped a beat, her instincts telling her trouble was brewing.
“Want to chat in the break room?” Chi Suisui asked.
“No, you go by yourself,” Zhang Yueyan replied cautiously, wary of what Chi Suisui might be planning. She didn’t dare accompany her.
“If you refuse to go, then let’s speak plainly.”
Chi Suisui scrutinized her from head to toe, her lips curling into an enigmatic smile.
“Spit it out. I still have work to do,” Zhang Yueyan said, frowning. “It’s still work hours.”
“You know about work? Giving away a colleague’s WeChat contact so casually—is that appropriate behavior for a coworker?”
Chi Suisui confronted her directly.
The moment those words left her mouth, everyone in the office turned their gaze toward Zhang Yueyan.
If Chi Suisui was this angry, the person who shared her contact must either be terrible or malicious. Their gazes toward Zhang Yueyan shifted noticeably.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Zhang Yueyan said stiffly.
“General Manager Liu, whom you interviewed, conveniently obtained my WeChat. Did you forget so quickly?”
A heavy silence fell over the office.
Cursing General Manager Liu silently, Zhang Yueyan quickly thought up a response: “Oh, you mean that? General Manager Liu is only in his early thirties, and his wife passed away years ago. He doesn’t have any scandalous news. Isn’t he better than your childhood engagement partner?”
Chi Suisui sneered.
“So you’re saying there are quite a few advantages,” Chi Suisui said nonchalantly.
“Do you mean you agreed?” Zhang Yueyan still couldn’t believe it.
“So why don’t you go for it?” Chi Suisui teased, her tone laced with mockery. “I think you’re quite desperate for a boyfriend.”
“...”
Some people in the office couldn’t hold back their laughter.
Zhang Yueyan felt as if she’d been stripped bare and exposed to judgment. In hindsight, she should have gone to the break room with Chi Suisui when given the chance.
Still stubborn, she retorted, “I meant well. If you don’t accept, fine, but don’t insult me.”
“I also meant well,” Chi Suisui shot back verbatim.
Su Mian chimed in, “Which part of that was an insult? Was it when you suggested she go for him or when you implied she’s desperate for a boyfriend? Did you fail Chinese class?”
Her barrage of questions left everyone feeling refreshed.
Su Mian almost placed her hands on her hips, snorting. She decided to rant about this “little snake” to Dr. Song later.
“...”
Just then, it was time to clock out.
With drama unfolding, who wanted to leave on time?
“Zhang Yueyan, do you really think this matter ends here?” Chi Suisui suddenly smiled, her elongated eyeline exuding allure.
Zhang Yueyan flinched. “I didn’t do anything.”
Sharing a WeChat contact—what harm could it possibly cause?
Chi Suisui remained noncommittal.
Once led to twice. If Zhang Yueyan wasn’t taught a lesson, she might never learn her place.
To avoid more troublemakers approaching her with nonsense, Chi Suisui retrieved her engagement ring that evening and wore it.
This was the first time she prepared to publicly wear her engagement ring.
Fortunately, the next day was Saturday, and she didn’t have to go to work.
As expected, Su Mian flooded the group chat with over a hundred messages dissing Zhang Yueyan alongside Dr. Song, using every word in her vocabulary.
The two were so worked up that they ate two extra bowls of rice that night.
Chi Suisui found it utterly hilarious.
Three women making a scene—it truly lived up to the saying.
To reward Dr. Song for taking a break from her busy schedule to chat, Chi Suisui brought a box of delicious treats to the hospital on Sunday evening. Dr. Song was on night duty and feeling bored.
“Xiao Gu has to work overtime today,” Song Miaoli said. “Life as a wage slave is tough.”
Chi Suisui thought about Gu Nanxuan’s company—he might indeed be working late, handling documents related to his role as CEO.
It was genuinely exhausting.
“You’re also a wage slave now,” Chi Suisui reminded her.
“I’m different,” Song Miaoli denied. “Xiao Gu has it much worse. Should I send him some late-night snacks at the office?”
Wouldn’t that blow her cover?
Chi Suisui blinked. “When?”
Song Miaoli pulled out her phone. “I don’t have time to deliver it myself. I’ll just order takeout for him. Technology changes lives. Xiao Gu is right.”
“...”
Chi Suisui had nothing to say.
Song Miaoli took the box from her, glancing over it casually before doing a double-take. “You weren’t wearing this before. Why did you suddenly start wearing this ring?”
She picked up Chi Suisui’s hand.
At first glance, one might not notice, but upon closer inspection, the ring’s intricate design was unmistakable, shimmering brilliantly under the light.
“To shut people up,” Chi Suisui said dismissively.
“To shut He Xingwang up?” Song Miaoli teased. “I get it—he must’ve worn his ring, noticed you weren’t wearing yours, and felt upset.”
Chi Suisui burst into laughter. “Go become a screenwriter, Dr. Song.”
Song Miaoli pouted. “You’re mocking me.”
Chi Suisui pinched her cheek, continuing to tease. “No way. Who would dare mock the esteemed Miss Song of the Song family? They’d have to be tired of living.”
Their commercial banter made both laugh.
He Xingwang had mentioned his departure to Chi Suisui beforehand, but she hadn’t asked too many questions. After all, the competition was imminent, and it was best to avoid any disturbances.
The next day at work, many noticed the ring on Chi Suisui’s finger.
Now adorned with diamonds, it was dazzling.
Even after seeing countless celebrity rings, many in the office found hers more captivating—a perfect blend of beauty and understated luxury.
During lunch in the cafeteria, several people sat together.
“That childhood engagement partner might be some nouveau riche heir.”
“Chi Suisui is so beautiful. Even if it’s a childhood engagement, it wouldn’t be with an ordinary person. They’d likely wait for the best offer.”
“I think she bought it herself to quell rumors.”
Each had their theories, unable to convince the others.
These days, people liked to scroll through their phones while eating. For them, staying updated on the latest news was essential.
“The World Cup finals opening ceremony is next Monday,” someone remarked, scrolling through Weibo. “I’d love to go, but sports news won’t let us cover it.”
Continuing to scroll, they saw posts about the athletes departing yesterday.
There were videos and photos of them spotted at the airport by fans.
He Xingwang stood out the most. Everyone wore identical team uniforms, but on him, it looked like a model’s ensemble—restrained yet intelligent.
No wonder he trended.
“I saw it too,” a colleague interjected, then recalled something. “By the way, the ring on Lord He’s finger in those photos looks quite similar to Chi Suisui’s.”
She glanced diagonally across the table where Chi Suisui and Su Mian sat.
Though not far, the unique design of the ring was clear—even though Lord He’s version was simpler and more elegant.
The group exchanged glances, each seeing the same question in the others’ eyes—
Did Chi Suisui buy a matching female version of Lord He’s ring?
Could engagement rings really come in matching pairs?
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