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From the top floor of the hotel, the entire night view was laid out below.
As soon as Chi Suisui let go, the gold medal hanging around her neck swayed slightly. She reached to straighten it but found her chin tilted upward instead.
This time, it could be said that she truly got a taste.
She leaned against the glass greenhouse, her eyes partially obscured by the light, leaving only a blurred outline visible—it felt strange and surreal.
Chi Suisui and He Xingwang weren’t kissing for the first time. From their initial encounters driven by curiosity to now, they could be considered practiced.
The sweetness of candy lingered on their lips and tongues.
Eventually, He Xingwang could no longer distinguish whether the faint scent he smelled on her was her natural fragrance or the fruity flavor lingering on his tongue.
The sensations overlapped yet remained distinct.
After what seemed like an eternity, Chi Suisui steadied herself using his wrist. She had intended to say something but instead burst into laughter for no apparent reason.
He Xingwang silently stood there, raising his arm slightly.
The two of them looked as if they were about to attend a gala.
Chi Suisui glanced up at him, her gaze lingering for a moment before drifting downward, finally settling on his Adam’s apple. With a glimmer in her eye, she leaned forward and bit down gently.
Thump.
Instinctively, He Xingwang stepped back with a muffled groan, bumping into the wicker chair behind him and falling into it.
Chi Suisui, too, lost her balance.
The wicker chair swayed under their combined weight.
“Does it hurt?” Chi Suisui asked brightly, smiling.
“No,” He Xingwang replied, touching his neck. The sensation still lingered, though to him, the force wasn’t enough.
It had just been so sudden.
“By the way, I arranged for two fish to be air-shipped over tomorrow,” Chi Suisui suddenly remembered. “We can have the chef here prepare them tomorrow evening.”
He Xingwang’s brows furrowed slightly. “Mm.”
He glanced at Chi Suisui, tidying up the clothes she had ruffled earlier, and spoke softly: “In December, we’ll need to go for training.”
“Training?” Chi Suisui asked.
He Xingwang nodded. “So for a while, I won’t be in Nancheng.”
Because winters in Nancheng were colder, their training would take place further south, where the weather was warmer—better conditions for practice without as many restrictions.
Chi Suisui blinked. “Alright.”
They rarely had the chance to talk like this.
Previously, Chi Suisui had felt somewhat like a military wife, with her boyfriend always away from home. But compared to a real military wife, her situation was slightly easier.
Suddenly, He Xingwang’s phone screen lit up.
It was Coach Zhu calling.
Apparently, being out for too long had made Coach Zhu worry.
“You should answer,” Chi Suisui teased, nudging him. “Otherwise, Coach Zhu might think I’ve taken you somewhere.”
Coach Zhu indeed sounded worried: “Xingwang, are you done with your matters? It’s getting late, and we have another competition tomorrow…”
“I’ll be back soon,” He Xingwang replied succinctly.
“That’s good.” Coach Zhu exhaled in relief.
This trip, the most reliable team member he brought along was He Xingwang. Of course, he was also the most important one, and absolutely no issues could arise.
Coach Zhu wished he could split himself into countless versions, each following a team member to prevent any possible problems.
“Coach Zhu,” Chi Suisui greeted cheerfully.
“…” Coach Zhu asked suspiciously, “Xingwang, is someone… Did I just hear someone call my name?”
“Yes,” He Xingwang lowered his gaze toward Chi Suisui.
Chi Suisui called out again plainly: “Have you forgotten my voice after just a few days, Coach Zhu?”
“Reporter Chi is here too.”
Although Coach Zhu had suspected the two were together before, confirming it now still came as quite a shock.
Romance was a significant factor.
Fearing he’d start overthinking or rambling, He Xingwang decisively ended the call: “I’ll be back in five minutes.”
When he said five minutes, he meant exactly that.
On the way back, Chi Suisui accompanied him down the elevator.
This high-floor suite area housed few people, and they rarely ventured out. Along the way, they didn’t encounter a single soul.
When He Xingwang returned to his room, Coach Zhu was already waiting there.
“Cough, cough,” Coach Zhu pretended to have just arrived. “I just wanted to ask if you’d like me to keep the gold medal for you.”
He Xingwang paused, replying seriously: “No need, Coach.”
Coach Zhu still remembered the earlier incident. “Then do you still have the gold medal?”
“No.”
“…”
It had only been a few hours since he received it—had the medal even warmed up yet?
Coach Zhu gave a skeptical look, rubbing his bald head and sighing deeply before leaving.
Young people’s romance—he didn’t understand.
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The next day was the final day of the competition.
Compared to individual events, team events usually garnered less attention. However, due to He Xingwang’s interview yesterday, today’s venue was packed with spectators.
Chi Suisui arrived early, and Lemon Tea was already seated.
Lemon Tea asked, “Sister Suisui, do you think we’ll see Lord He passionately embrace his fiancée after the match?”
“…No.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Chi Suisui didn’t know what kind of nonsense filled this girl’s head—so innocent yet endearing.
Like many fans, Lemon Tea was intensely curious about the fiancée He Xingwang had kept hidden all along, to the point where she no longer cared about the competition results.
When Chi Suisui asked, Lemon Tea replied: “Lord He will definitely come in first anyway, so there’s nothing to worry about.”
“…”
Alright, blame He Xingwang for being too strong.
The trending topics online hadn’t faded after an entire night. Countless marketing accounts jumped on the trend to gain followers.
Chi Suisui’s Weibo remained quiet.
She hadn’t posted any location check-ins during this trip. Aside from those close to her, no one even knew she was here.
However, netizens’ eyes were sharp.
The director’s camera briefly panned over her, and someone captured a screenshot. Now, her Weibo reposts numbered in the thousands.
[This little sister is truly converted into a fan, hahaha.]
[Honestly! I want to watch live too, but I don’t have the chance.]
[Even under this death lens, Chi Suisui still looks this stunning—unbelievable.]
[Love it!]
Chi Suisui’s Weibo gained a few more followers.
Though she didn’t actively manage her account, her follower count continued to grow. In just a few months, she already had over 200,000 followers.
A rather magical situation.
The team event was still broadcast live. On Weibo’s livestream channel, the barrage of comments had become unreadable, requiring some filtering.
[I’m here to wait for the post-match interview.]
[+1+1]
[Will they announce wanting kids today?]
[That should come later.]
While discussing, the athletes entered the field.
There were many competitors, and the foreign athletes with blonde hair and blue eyes naturally drew more attention.
The camera shots were distant, capturing only He Xingwang’s tall figure.
Finally, when He Xingwang appeared, the director gave him a close-up—a sudden, in-your-face livestream.
Standing on the field, He Xingwang’s expression was calm and aloof, showing no trace of emotion. His piercing gaze focused straight ahead.
His slender fingers gripped the pistol in his hand.
The netizens nearly stopped breathing.
[Even through my glasses, I can see those piercing eyes.]
[I feel like this gun is about to pierce my heart—I’m dead!]
[I’ve brought my chicken coop here! Sisters!]
[What’s that on Lord He’s neck?! What is it?!]
[I thought I was the only one who noticed—is it a mosquito bite?]
A barrage comment floated by.
Everyone had been focused on his face and hadn’t noticed his neck until the comment pointed it out. Their attention quickly shifted downward.
Seconds later, the close-up moved away.
Though it was only for a brief moment, everyone saw something. The guesses varied—
Some said it was a mosquito bite, which made sense given Putian’s warm weather.
Others speculated it was a hickey, perhaps left by his fiancée, tying it into current events.
But the majority agreed it was a teeth mark—the mark seemed too distinct.
[Stop talking—it’s definitely a teeth mark! I just bit my boyfriend earlier, and it looks exactly the same, though Lord He’s appeared sooner.]
[Suddenly feeling sorry for your boyfriend, hahaha.]
[So they’re already showing off their love, huh?]
[Lord He: What’s going on? I won a gold medal and got bitten?]
Some sharp marketing accounts spotted this content and instantly posted a new Weibo thread about the teeth mark.
Not long after, Weibo exploded again.
—#LordHe TeethMark#
Since He Xingwang was still competing and hadn’t accessed the internet, neither side directly removed the trending topic.
As soon as the match ended, Chi Suisui received a call from Su Mian: “Holy crap?! Director Chi, are you the one in the online news?!”
“What news?”
“The teeth mark on Lord He’s neck!”
Chi Suisui instinctively glanced at the group being interviewed below. He Xingwang was among them, but from her angle, she couldn’t see anything.
She cleared her throat and lowered her voice: “I didn’t use much force yesterday. Could it really leave a mark that easily?”
“…”
Su Mian’s ears turned red; she felt like she’d overheard something scandalous.
So embarrassing.
Yet she wanted to hear more.
“I don’t know…” Su Mian stammered, continuing awkwardly: “Anyway, all the news is filled with pictures of the teeth mark. Do you think they’ll figure out it’s you?”
Chi Suisui chuckled: “How would they figure that out?”
A single teeth mark—were they going to check if her teeth matched?
“You’re right,” Su Mian recovered. “I think Lord He did it on purpose. A little ice would’ve made it disappear.”
Whether it was intentional or not, no one knew.
But everyone now knew he’d been bitten.
Thanks to He Xingwang’s earlier hints, netizens’ first thought was that it was done by his fiancée.
However, online discussions naturally weren’t limited to just one narrative.
One camp claimed He Xingwang’s image had collapsed—he’d built up a deep, devoted persona just yesterday afternoon, only to succumb to temptation by the evening.
Another suggested he’d scheduled a rendezvous and deliberately let the mark show.
Chi Suisui: ?
Do you have no faith in the country’s management?
Under Coach Zhu’s strict supervision, scandals were nearly impossible. How much time had passed last night before Coach Zhu couldn’t resist calling?
These two narratives arose because shortly after the teeth mark became a trending topic, several influencers posted ambiguous photos.
Of course, these were clearly fake.
But the topic was hot enough that even fake posts gained traction, getting scolded and dragged onto the trending list.
Some marketing accounts even launched polls asking who bit Lord He. Over 100,000 people voted, with more than 80% believing it was his fiancée.
The competition inside the venue had ended.
Chi Suisui browsed Weibo. The livestream interface now showed others, but the barrage comments continued nonstop.
[Lord He looks like someone who does big things.]
[Though I’ve never seen his fiancée, I think she’s adorable. Why, why?]
[Here’s the question: When will Lord He get married?]
[Don’t wait! Head straight to the marriage office after the match!]
[Look at the timing—they’ll return to Nancheng on the weekend when offices are closed.]
[Oh, then Lord He can wait two more days. Not like I’m the one waiting, hahaha.]
Chi Suisui had no doubt that if she posted a single Weibo declaring herself as the fiancée, she’d trend within a minute.
They sure could talk.
From arriving in Putian to now, two incidents had caught her completely off guard.
Chi Suisui had experienced countless compliments and rainbow praises in public settings, but none compared to this.
Especially since no one knew it was her.
A uniquely sweet sensation.
And this feeling could only come from He Xingwang.
Chi Suisui sat in her chair, surrounded by the continuous cheers and chatter of the audience, the commentator’s voice echoing in the air.
She reopened her phone and saw a new message.
Qi Churui: [#Picture]
Chi Suisui tapped the image—it was a ticket from Nancheng to here.
It was Friday, and Qi Churui happened to be on vacation.
Chi Suisui asked skeptically: [If you’re on break, just relax at home. The matches are all over—you won’t see anything coming here.]
Qi Churui: [I saw the news.]
Chi Suisui: [And?]
The other side took a while to type before replying.
Qi Churui: [Couldn’t get through on the phone. I’m coming over to ask myself.]
For the first time, Chi Suisui found her younger brother’s habit of speaking concisely frustrating and could only continue questioning.
Before she sent her reply, a call came in from Chi Mei Yuan: “Churui wouldn’t listen to reason. He insists on going to you but won’t say why.”
“Sis,” a voice called from the other end.
Chi Suisui responded: “Are you planning a day trip to Putian?”
The phone was handed to Qi Churui, whose youthful voice carried a hint of seriousness: “I have something to ask Lord He.”
No “Brother Xingwang”?
Chi Suisui raised an eyebrow, suddenly understanding something, and softly asked: “Let me guess—are you asking about the trending topic?”
“…”
“Next time, don’t eat half the gossip pie.” Chi Suisui stifled a laugh and spoke solemnly: “No need to ask—who else would dare?”
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