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Due to the live broadcast of the competition, the interviews were also streamed in real-time, allowing everyone watching to clearly hear that response.
As soon as He Xingwang’s words came out, Weibo froze.
Many netizens had tuned in just to watch the award ceremony. The national anthem played, and China stood first—it was the proudest moment.
Who would have thought they’d also hear this?
All the marketing accounts and self-media platforms immediately jumped on the trend, one after another, with major headlines following suit.
[I just wanted to watch a match—why am I being fed dog food??]
[AAAAHHHH I’m so jealous I could die!]
[In this very second, I declare myself the fiancée!]
[To the person above: Eat more peanuts, someone’s already wearing the ring, okay?]
[Sob sob sob, as long as he wins first place, who cares if he gets married or not—send blessings and move on.]
[Lord He must’ve planned this eight hundred years ago?!]
[If someone said this to me right now—I’m cursing the marriage office for closing at night!]
[Blessings all around, hurry up and claim the prize.]
[A random passerby here—what a lively scene, hahahaha. Lord He doesn’t rely on his looks; even if he has kids, I don’t care.]
It wasn’t just online discussions—the live chat interface was also flooded with comments.
On such an international stage, announcing that the next step is marriage showed just how deeply he cherished his fiancée.
It was both thrilling and touching.
As the entire venue erupted into cheers and excitement, Chi Suisui sat there, exhaling deeply, feeling like she’d been through quite the emotional rollercoaster today.
“AAAAH WHO IS LORD HE’S FIANCEE?!” Lemon Tea shouted beside her, pounding the seat while screaming out her question.
“…”
For a moment, Chi Suisui couldn’t tell whether she was dealing with a girlfriend stan or a career stan.
“Am I living in a TV drama…?”
“Even though I know it’s impossible, waaaah, I really wish I were the fiancée being announced publicly by my boyfriend! I’m dead!”
Several fans who had come to watch the match were blushing furiously.
When the camera panned over, it captured a group of fans standing up, waving their small sticks wildly—
—and among them, Chi Suisui, sitting solemnly.
Chi Suisui didn’t even bother looking up at the stage.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, the reporters began bombarding him with follow-up questions based on his earlier statement. However, unexpectedly, He Xingwang calmly returned to answering the original set of questions.
And he did so quite seriously.
But the reporters were no longer interested in those routine questions—Lord He getting married? This was huge news!!
Moreover, once he left the competition grounds, Lord He rarely gave interviews. Today, they’d all come with assignments to complete.
“…”
“Mm.”
“…”
“I’m satisfied with my performance.”
He Xingwang’s expression remained calm, occasionally glancing up.
He always had his own considerations, answering only the questions he wanted to respond to—quite willful.
But his achievements were what gave him the right to be so.
Looking at the current state of domestic shooters, He Xingwang already had the most gold medals, sweeping first place in every major event.
It could be said that he had no regrets left.
A few minutes later, the athletes exited together, and soon after, it was time for the awards ceremony.
He Xingwang walked slowly, falling behind, and glanced toward the audience stands. The girl sitting in the center was breathtakingly beautiful, and when their eyes met, she seemed momentarily dazed.
A bit blank.
It was rare to see Miss Qi with such an expression—a touch of endearing rarity that disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Chi Suisui gestured to him.
—See you on WeChat.
The commentators were still reminiscing about what had just happened. With their experience, they quickly recovered and even managed to joke about it.
“Lord He and his fiancée are often apart due to their careers, so wanting to get married early is completely understandable, hahaha, congratulations and blessings.”
“Maybe we’ll get to see the fiancée in person someday—I’m curious who the girl is that makes Lord He so eager to tie the knot.”
“…”
Their voices gradually became muffled.
Music, the cheers of the audience, and other miscellaneous sounds blended together, making it hard to focus on anything specific.
The awards ceremony wasn’t happening here.
“Sister Suisui, hurry, they’re about to give out the awards!” Lemon Tea had already recovered. “The national flag is already up.”
Right in the center was the Five-Star Red Flag.
It would rise slowly under everyone’s gaze, eventually stopping at the highest point.
In sports competitions, only the winner’s national anthem would be played, which was why everyone fought fiercely for the gold medal.
This gold medal wasn’t just for the individual—it was also a gift of honor to the motherland.
Every athlete worked tirelessly for nearly half their life, enduring countless injuries and sacrifices, all for this fleeting moment of glory lasting just a few minutes.
Chi Suisui’s phone vibrated nonstop, notifications piling up.
Aside from messages from her close friends and family, the group chat was exploding with activity, with countless @mentions.
Chi Suisui had already calmed down and replied to her parents.
Su Mian: [AAAAHHHHHH @Director Chi!!]
Su Mian: [Are you there live?!]
Song Miaoli: [What happened?]
Su Mian: [Lord He said during the interview that he wants to get married!!! @Director Chi]
Song Miaoli: [Pfft, what’s the big deal?]
Su Mian: [THIS——IS——HUGE!!!]
Compared to Su Mian’s excitement, Song Miaoli was remarkably composed. The two bantered back and forth, creating a harmonious dynamic.
Su Mian practically popped her eyeballs out. She had imagined countless ways Lord He and Director Chi might go public, even referencing celebrity idols.
But she never expected it to happen today.
Announcing during an interview that his next step was marriage—a solemn promise. Even if she weren’t the fiancée herself, Su Mian felt like she was dying of secondhand embarrassment!
She wished she could fly to the scene to hear it again.
Her regret surged like a mighty river—why hadn’t she taken leave and gone with Director Chi to watch the match?
She suspected her brain had short-circuited.
Chi Suisui was somewhat distracted.
Thinking back to He Xingwang’s earlier promise—”I’ll win you a gold medal”—and now this declaration during the interview…
Lemon Tea asked, “Sister Suisui, are you okay?”
Chi Suisui replied, “I’m fine.”
Seeing her distracted demeanor, Lemon Tea comforted her, crafting a little script in her head. “Sister Suisui, as fans, we’re actually quite open-minded. As long as Lord He performs well, everything else is great, and we’re happy. As for girlfriends or fiancées, personal happiness matters most…whatever makes him happy.”
It sounded like a mini-essay.
Chi Suisui wondered if she was being mistaken for a girlfriend stan.
“I’m fine,” she said, smiling faintly.
“…”
Lemon Tea couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a forced smile.
Then again, considering Lord He’s public defense of her before, and the fact that she’d met him in person, it wasn’t surprising if she harbored feelings for him as a girlfriend stan.
“Lord He and his fiancée must’ve grown up together since childhood,” Lemon Tea murmured softly. “Sister Suisui, our mistake was not knowing Lord He sooner.”
Chi Suisui: ?
It reminded her of the school anniversary celebration long ago, when Su Mian had said something similar—
“We’re all women who love desserts, so why aren’t we Lord He’s women?”
The answer now was the same as it had been then.
No, she was.
Chi Suisui didn’t respond, and Lemon Tea assumed her words had struck a chord, prompting her to close her mouth after being nudged by her friend.
A few new messages popped up on WeChat.
Chi Suisui glanced down to see He Xingwang had just sent one.
[Today I wore light brown.]
Remembering their earlier exchange, Chi Suisui couldn’t help but smile faintly: [Aren’t you about to receive your award? Are you allowed to use your phone?]
He Xingwang: [I’ll hand it over to the coach in a bit. After the ceremony, I’ll get it back.]
Technically, he could’ve kept it, but to avoid any mishaps during the ceremony, it was best not to have anything on him.
Chi Suisui: [#Photo]
She sent a photo of the awards scene. The three podiums at the front were empty, awaiting their owners.
After a few seconds, He Xingwang replied: [Here I come.]
Almost immediately after receiving the message, cheers erupted throughout the venue as He Xingwang appeared.
Tall and slender, with refined features.
The awards ceremony was always everyone’s favorite part.
As the national anthem echoed through the arena, the audience spontaneously joined in a chorus, harmonious and stirring.
A gold medal hung around He Xingwang’s neck, resting against his chest.
Chi Suisui suddenly felt that innate sense of patriotism vividly brought to life in this moment.
This life, devoted unconditionally, regardless of life or death.
At 3 p.m., the air rifle competition began.
Chi Suisui sat through it attentively before returning to the hotel—it was already 5 p.m.
He Xingwang and the others also returned to the hotel to rest since there was a mixed team event the next day.
Online, things were buzzing wildly.
Today, the Chinese team performed exceptionally well. Although Li Huaiming didn’t win a medal, his fourth-place finish was a significant improvement over his previous results.
The top trending topics on Weibo were dominated by the Shooting World Cup.
For an under-the-radar sport like shooting to claim such high rankings was no small feat, largely thanks to He Xingwang.
Clips from the champion’s interview were circulating widely.
In He Xingwang’s interview, all attention centered on that one sentence: “The next step is marriage.” As for the rest of his responses, few paid much heed.
Suddenly, the director appeared in the work group chat.
[@All Members I will soon arrange for someone to go to Putian to interview He Xingwang. You must secure this interview.]
Several colleagues promptly replied with acknowledgment.
Though not on duty, Chi Suisui habitually responded as well.
Seeing her reply, the director immediately asked: [Xiao Chi, you took leave earlier—were you at the match today?]
Chi Suisui thought for a moment before replying: [Yes.]
Director: [This task will be assigned to you. Though you’re on vacation, we’ll compensate you with overtime pay once you return.]
Before Chi Suisui could type out a “but,” another message arrived.
The director considered the current situation: [Although you’ve interviewed He Xingwang before, you might not be fully aware of his relationship with his fiancée. With permission, you can ask some personal questions.]
“...”
She really knows everything, Chi Suisui thought to herself.
Zhang Yueyan, who had been figuring out how to get to Putian, clenched her teeth in frustration. She hadn’t expected this opportunity to fall into Chi Suisui’s lap again.
But then her eyes darted around, and she started to feel a twisted sense of satisfaction.
If He Xingwang wanted to get married and was happily engaged, wouldn’t Chi Suisui’s interview sting, if not outright hurt?
With that thought, Zhang Yueyan felt a sense of balance restored.
Back and forth on WeChat, outside the sky had grown dark. Chi Suisui replied to the director with a standard response before preparing to eat.
She wasn’t particularly hungry.
Though the hotel offered a buffet, a private meal had been arranged and delivered to her room, complete with thoughtful desserts.
There was even a little surprise on the dessert plate.
In a small corner nearby, several colorful candies of different flavors were arranged in the shape of a heart.
The service was impeccable.
Su Mian’s video call came at just the right time.
“Director Chi, how can you still eat so calmly?” Su Mian exclaimed in disbelief. “The internet is exploding!”
Chi Suisui said, “Am I supposed to fix the pot now?”
Su Mian said, “Never mind that—I’m here to interview you. What did it feel like hearing Lord He’s words live? Were you moved to tears?”
Chi Suisui glanced up at her.
Her light makeup accentuated her clear, bright features, every expression captivating. Her lips bore a slightly matte red hue.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling window stretched an endless night, framing her silhouette like a fine oil painting.
Su Mian was instantly mesmerized.
“I understand Lord He’s thoughts now.”
“What thoughts?” Chi Suisui asked casually.
She speared a small piece of cake and bit into a cherry.
“If I were Lord He, I’d probably want to get married early too. Marrying a beautiful woman would make daily training so much more enjoyable.”
Chi Suisui chuckled: “Is that all?”
Su Mian said, “Isn’t that enough? Or maybe ask Lord He directly.”
Chi Suisui suddenly set down her fork and knife, dabbed her mouth with a napkin, lowered her gaze thoughtfully. “You do have a point.”
Only the person themselves truly understood their own thoughts.
Meanwhile, the Shooting Sports Center team was gathered in a room.
Coach Zhu was summarizing today’s competition results and performance, expressing little concern about tomorrow’s team event.
With He Xingwang present, the results wouldn’t be bad.
“Lord He, are you really getting married?” Li Huaiming whispered distractedly. “To Reporter Chi?”
“Who else?” He Xingwang raised an eyelid.
Li Huaiming almost sensed that his original answer might have been “Or you,” quickly altering it midway.
He waved his hands: “No, I just wanted to congratulate you. I saw Reporter Chi today—she seems to have taken leave to watch the match.”
He Xingwang hummed in acknowledgment.
“Li Huaiming, what are you talking about?” Coach Zhu rapped the table sharply. “I’ve been watching you fidget for several minutes—you’re distracting He Xingwang.”
“...?”
He Xingwang leaned back in his chair, slightly adjusting his posture as he met Coach Zhu’s stern gaze head-on.
“Getting cocky because of your recent success?” Coach Zhu scolded coldly.
“I’m not...”
“If you don’t focus, tomorrow won’t be pleasant for you!”
Li Huaiming, unjustly reprimanded, sat upright with委屈 (a mix of委屈 and委屈), no longer daring to ask He Xingwang any questions.
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
He Xingwang subtly retrieved it, the screen lighting up with a new message from Chi Suisui—
[He Xingwang, can you go out tonight?]
He Xingwang’s lips twitched faintly as he replied: [Yes.]
He mentioned a place and then looked up. “Coach, I’d like to take a walk.”
Coach Zhu thought carefully before instructing, “Don’t wander far. Be safe, and don’t eat anything inappropriate. You should know better.”
He Xingwang nodded: “Understood.”
He picked up the gold medal he had placed in his room.
A group of young teammates watched longingly as he exited the door.
The hotel corridor was quiet at night.
He Xingwang stepped into the elevator and ascended to the top floor. This glass greenhouse, newly completed in the second half of the year, was not yet open to the public.
As soon as the door closed, the lights came on.
Chi Suisui tugged at his clothes. “I’m over here.”
She leaned against the glass, positioned just out of He Xingwang’s line of sight when he came up, so she only revealed herself once she spoke.
“I heard your interview.”
Chi Suisui slightly lifted her eyelids, her figure shadowed by the vines covering the light behind her, her smile radiant.
Her voice was clear and pure.
He Xingwang’s gaze settled on her face as he reached out to touch her hair. “Mm, it was meant for you to hear.”
His deep voice resonated near her ear.
And yet, it was also said for everyone.
Chi Suisui’s lips curled into a smile. Some flowers in the glass greenhouse were still in bloom, their faint fragrance drifting through the air.
“Now the whole world knows you want to get married.” She raised an eyebrow and suddenly asked, “Does this count as a secret rendezvous?”
“No.”
Chi Suisui tilted her chin up to look at him.
He Xingwang remained calm and composed, not swayed in the slightest, speaking slowly: “This is called a date.”
Chi Suisui felt a slight warmth behind her earlobes.
Her eyes crinkled with amusement as she unwrapped a candy, popping it into her mouth, then asked, “Do you want some? The hotel sent them to me.”
He Xingwang lowered his gaze. “I can’t eat now.”
“Then it’s been a while since you’ve had candy?” Chi Suisui hummed softly. There weren’t many tonight, and a few pieces remained uneaten.
Though she didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, the flavors were truly delightful. Since she had nothing else to do before heading out, she’d brought them along absentmindedly.
Lost in thought, a shadow passed before her eyes.
Something slightly heavy hung around her neck.
Chi Suisui looked down to find the gold medal.
“It’s what we agreed on,” He Xingwang said indifferently, his slender fingers adjusting the strap to settle the medal properly. “It’s yours.”
Under the dim light, the man stood before her—his refined features like a tranquil lake, calm yet unfathomable. A beam of light accentuated his jawline, rendering it both sensual and sharp. The Adam’s apple on his neck exuded a hint of aloofness.
As Chi Suisui gazed at him, her lips pressed together. She swallowed the candy in her mouth but found it hard to tear her gaze away from him.
Her hand reached up to touch something cool.
“If Coach Zhu finds out, will he want to kill me?” Chi Suisui tilted her head slightly, revealing a hint of charm.
“No,” He Xingwang raised an eyebrow. “At most, he’ll be upset.”
He glanced at Chi Suisui a couple more times, delivering his serious tone that somehow made the situation sound a little amusing.
As the leading socialite of Nancheng, she was like the flowers in this glass greenhouse—
Vivid and vibrant.
The gold medal, no larger than a palm, barely reached his chest when worn by He Xingwang. On her, it dangled down to her waist, emphasizing their height difference.
“He Xingwang, lower your head,” Chi Suisui commanded.
Her usual boldness carried a hint of emotion different from before. After nearly two decades of familiarity, she held a unique place in his life.
“Hmm?”
He Xingwang lowered his gaze, his eyes questioning.
Before he could react, the girl in front of him leaned forward, her soft cherry-red lips pressing against his, along with the upper half of her body leaning toward him.
He didn’t move, allowing her to do as she pleased.
Chi Suisui gripped his arm lightly, her strength gentle and seemingly ineffective. The warm weather here meant he wore only a thin layer of clothing.
After a few seconds, she pulled back, her eyes bright and clear.
“A taste of sweetness for you.”
Chi Suisui’s voice carried a trace of pride.
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