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Chi Suisui felt like there was something wrong with her ears.
In her lifetime, she never expected to hear He Xingwang respond with “no solution” to a question like this—it truly astonished her.
Though she didn’t know why, in her memory, He Xingwang was always calm and collected, always having a solution for everything. If he didn’t, he’d find one.
Chi Suisui guessed that maybe her bias was too strong.
For top students, there was a special “top student filter.” For He Xingwang, she felt that all sorts of filters stacked up, making him seem almost godlike.
“If there’s no solution, then you’ll just have to sleep on the floor,” Chi Suisui suddenly said.
“…”
“Anyway, it’s not cold here. At most, I’ll share a blanket with you,” Chi Suisui added another sentence.
“No need.”
He Xingwang fell silent for a few seconds after her words before finally declining.
Chi Suisui countered smoothly, feeling quite pleased, then stood up and took a quick tour of the new room.
Unlike the Shooting Sports Center, this place was relatively quiet, more like a luxury hotel. He Xingwang’s room at the center resembled a small apartment.
This time, there were no dartboards behind the door.
After circling the room and finding nothing interesting, Chi Suisui sighed in disappointment: “Forget it. There’s nothing to see here. Let’s wash up and sleep.”
He Xingwang had originally thought she would say something else but heard only this sentence instead.
Chi Suisui’s clothes were eventually delivered overnight. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be wearing the same outfit tomorrow.
Her refined upbringing wouldn’t allow it.
The brands sent over plenty of clothing—coats, long sleeves, summer dresses, everything imaginable, including underwear, all with tags still attached.
Because they knew the location, a quick search revealed this was the training camp for shooting athletes. The smarter ones even thoughtfully included some small gifts.
The above was what Chi Suisui discovered when unpacking her clothes.
Several boxes of condoms fell blatantly onto the floor.
The reason it was “several” was because each box had a different size.
It took He Xingwang half a moment to pick them up. Though each package was different, the purpose of the boxes was unmistakable at a glance.
He placed the boxes back on the table. The obvious packaging, combined with the text, added an awkward atmosphere to the room.
“Cough, cough.”
Chi Suisui lightly coughed twice: “They weren’t what I asked for.”
He Xingwang said: “I know.”
However, Chi Suisui felt that he didn’t seem entirely convinced. His perpetually indifferent face made it impossible to tell whether he believed her or not.
She even thought it might have been better if she’d just claimed they were hers.
Chi Suisui earnestly said: “Really.”
He Xingwang nodded: “Yes, really.”
Chi Suisui thought for a moment and added: “If it were me, these boxes wouldn’t have appeared except for this one.”
She set aside the largest size.
He Xingwang was momentarily stunned by her words, unable to respond. At the same time, he understood the meaning behind the phrase “provocative remarks” that Li Huaiming often mentioned.
He found her thoughts amusing.
Chi Suisui playfully blinked.
She cut off the tags and tossed everything into the washing machine. When she opened WeChat, she noticed the brand director had sent a message.
[Dear Suisui, we’ve prepared a gift for you. Hope you like it~]
Chi Suisui asked: [Are you referring to the several boxes of condoms?]
Brand Director: [Yes. Does Miss Suisui need anything else?]
Chi Suisui replied: [There’s a problem. A few boxes are too many.]
The brand director sat silently in her room for a while, unsure how to respond. Could she say it was because they didn’t know Lord He’s size?
That seemed inappropriate.
Before she could think of a response, Chi Suisui’s message arrived.
Chi Suisui: [Actually, just the largest size will do.]
“…”
The brand director stared blankly at the message, momentarily stunned. When she finally snapped out of it, she instinctively replied: [Alright, we’ll pay attention next time.]
This was rather straightforward.
Chi Suisui also had a look of confusion upon receiving the director’s reply. What she meant was for this occasion, since it was for men, the largest size was obviously best. She didn’t need any of it herself.
But the director seemed to have overthought it.
Chi Suisui couldn’t be bothered to explain further.
This brand had collaborated with her for a long time. After the incident where their designer left, it was she who mediated, allowing them to rise again. Her contribution was significant.
For the brand, Qi Corporation’s help was like a lifeline in a snowstorm.
Thus, whenever new designs were created, they would send them to her home before they hit the market. Some were even custom-made exclusively for her.
By midnight, the training center was completely quiet.
Coach Zhu received He Xingwang’s call and was so shocked that he sat bolt upright in bed, all drowsiness gone: “What happened?”
“Suisui is in my room.” He Xingwang repeated.
“Oh.” Coach Zhu relaxed upon hearing it was her. Thank goodness it was her; if it were someone else, he’d have been terrified.
“She’s not leaving tonight.”
“…Alright.” Though Coach Zhu frowned, his tone betrayed nothing. “There are empty rooms here.”
“No need. Just my room.”
“…”
Coach Zhu regained his voice: “Alright, you decide. But remember, you’re in training now. You know what to be mindful of.”
He Xingwang hummed in acknowledgment.
He was always respectful, even without the coach’s reminder—he had his own principles.
“But why did Little Chi come here?” As one got older, calling people by diminutives became natural. “Just to see you?”
He Xingwang’s expression turned cold, though his tone remained calm: “After the World Cup Finals, rumors spread online about me using performance-enhancing drugs.”
Upon hearing this, Coach Zhu nearly jumped out of bed: “How can such rumors even exist? Are they jealous of us winning gold medals?”
The mention of performance-enhancing drugs was unbearable to him.
First, it brought back the shadow of years ago, partly due to his oversight. Second, doping could ruin an athlete’s entire life.
He Xingwang calmly continued: “The people behind it were investigated.”
He forwarded the email to Coach Zhu.
When Coach Zhu opened it and saw Zhou Xucheng’s name, he froze.
Over nine years had passed since then. He hadn’t seen that name in a long time. After all these years, was Zhou Xucheng still involved with doping?
Could he not escape it?
He Xingwang furrowed his brows: “This time, I’ll handle it myself.”
Coach Zhu’s throat felt dry. Back then, the proud young man had nearly been destroyed. Lady Luck had favored him, but Coach Zhu had always blamed himself.
“Alright, but the official authorities will take responsibility.”
The Shooting Sports Center wouldn’t stand idly by as their country’s excellent athlete was slandered.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the sound of a door opening came from the room.
“That’s all for now. Coach, rest early.” He Xingwang quickly hung up after saying this.
Coach Zhu, who wanted to reply with “you too,” was met with a dial tone.
?
Chi Suisui, seeing him on the phone, didn’t disturb him. Tonight, she wore his pajamas since her freshly washed ones hadn’t dried yet.
Though they were called pajamas—
In truth, Chi Suisui had rummaged through He Xingwang’s wardrobe and found another shirt. She tied the hem of the long shirt into a neat knot.
Underneath, she wore a pair of loose shorts, secured with a drawstring. Thankfully, athletes’ summer shorts came with strings—otherwise, they wouldn’t have been wearable.
“Do I look good?”
Chi Suisui stepped in front of him.
He Xingwang’s gaze flickered briefly over the ring on her finger, then glanced at the faintly visible curve of her abdomen beneath the knotted shirt. He nodded: “Quite good.”
“Of course—it’s me.” Chi Suisui boasted.
Her figure was impeccable. The Bai’an Mansion had a gym, and she frequented it to ensure her body management remained top-notch.
She had to maintain her status as Nancheng’s most outstanding socialite.
Chi Suisui didn’t want to face the humiliation of one day being unable to fit into a gown at a gala or tea party—it would be a social death.
Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back, its ends damp from the water vapor. Her entire presence exuded a subtle mist, especially as she adjusted herself in front of the mirror, exuding charm.
He Xingwang stole a few extra glances.
Chi Suisui caught his gaze in the mirror and curled her lips upward.
After finishing up, she lay down on the bed, pulling the thin blanket over herself. Her voice was muffled: “It’s time for beauty sleep.”
He Xingwang raised an eyebrow and turned off the main light.
The room abruptly darkened.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in a hazy light. Though Chi Suisui claimed she was sleeping, her eyes remained open as she watched He Xingwang enter the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water.
The noise made her ears feel restless.
Chi Suisui pulled out her phone and sent a message in the group chat: [Are you asleep, sisters?]
Within seconds, replies poured in.
Su Mian: [Tonight, Nancheng doesn’t sleep.]
Song Miaoli: [Champion of staying up late, checking in.]
Chi Suisui pondered for a moment and replied: [Let me ask you something. If you were lying in bed with a man, what would happen?]
Song Miaoli: [?]
Song Miaoli: [Of course, I’d jump him without hesitation. Who else could be by my side besides my boyfriend or husband?]
Su Mian: [Thanks for the invite, but this single dog isn’t qualified to answer.]
Song Miaoli: [Are you on He Xingwang’s bed?]
Chi Suisui didn’t think there was anything worth hiding and recounted today’s events, though she omitted details related to Zhou Xucheng.
Song Miaoli: [Good job, Sui’er. The guy’s already in your bed—why not take advantage? Learned something. Before breaking up, I’ll trick Xiao Gu into something.]
Chi Suisui: [?]
Song Miaoli quickly retracted a message.
Su Mian: [I don’t need these eyes anymore.]
She declared she should leave the group—the late-night conversation was too much for her. Her heart and eyes were tainted.
That said, Song Miaoli and Su Mian still went full strategist mode, offering Chi Suisui numerous suggestions—
Things like leaving shirt buttons undone to casually reveal glimpses of skin, or even directly unveiling the blanket while lying in bed.
Chi Suisui contemplated He Xingwang’s personality.
She typed back: [Have you considered the possibility that he might not make a move?]
Song Miaoli: [?]
Song Miaoli: [Have some confidence in your fiancé—and in yourself. How could he remain unmoved? If he does, call off the engagement tomorrow.]
Su Mian timidly added: [True. Though Lord He has a handsome face and a great physique, happiness lasts a lifetime.]
Su Mian: [Typo! □□ lasts a lifetime!]
Chi Suisui: [You’re getting kicked out of the fanbase immediately.]
Song Miaoli, being a doctor, had access to many nurses and patients, along with abundant resources. Within minutes, she sent Chi Suisui several movie recommendations.
They had plots and substance.
Initially thinking, “My sisters’ recommendations must be solid,” Chi Suisui halfway through began to think, “This is boring—I might as well take matters into my own hands.”
For some reason, He Xingwang seemed to have taken root in the bathroom. His shower was exceptionally long.
Chi Suisui yawned, watching until she fell asleep.
By the time He Xingwang emerged from the bathroom, Chi Suisui was already asleep, her phone beside her, screen still lit.
Occasionally, sultry sounds like “Ah~ no~” emanated from it.
“…”
He Xingwang hesitated for a moment.
He picked up Chi Suisui’s phone. Just then, a notification slid across the screen—a newly sent message, followed by two more.
Song Miaoli: [Sui’er, are you already at it?]
Su Mian: [It’s been half an hour since earlier… Hmm.]
Song Miaoli: [She hasn’t replied. Looks like things are intense.]
The implications were clear.
He Xingwang took a deep breath, avoided looking at her chat history, turned off the phone, and frowned as he adjusted Chi Suisui’s sleeping posture.
Perhaps the young lady was used to monopolizing a bed and was rather casual about it.
As soon as he touched her, Chi Suisui woke up.
Her sleep was naturally light, and tonight, her mind was preoccupied. Though drowsy, she wasn’t fully awake upon waking.
Perhaps Dr. Song’s words had influenced her thoughts.
“He Xingwang.”
Seeing He Xingwang bend close to her, Chi Suisui instinctively called out. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, exuding the languor of someone who had slept enough.
“What are you doing?”
She clutched the collar of her shirt, secretly unbuttoning it with her fingers.
In He Xingwang’s eyes, she appeared to be clutching her clothes tightly despite her drowsiness—an overly cautious act, unlike her usual self.
A peculiar sense of disharmony arose.
“You’re lying crooked.” He Xingwang remarked.
The next second, a button popped off.
He Xingwang paused. The shirt button fell into his hand—he was, after all, familiar with his own clothes.
At this point, the unfolding events confirmed his sense of unease, and both parties were shocked.
Chi Suisui, who had been preparing to feign shyness while secretly tearing open her clothes to seduce him: ?
Too much force, game over.
The dim light softened the lines of the man’s silhouette.
But Chi Suisui felt as if words were written on He Xingwang’s face: Pull any harder, and the shirt will rip.
Her mind blanked for a few seconds. Her first thought was that she couldn’t let her reputation be ruined by a cheap shirt button.
Chi Suisui decisively switched to damage control mode, her mouth going into overdrive: “He Xingwang, what kind of shirt is this? The quality is terrible. You should switch brands. If you don’t know any, I’ll recommend a couple…”
It was either “It’s not my fault” or “The shirt is to blame.” Deflecting responsibility was the way to go.
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