OSTF - 62

The three words spoken by He Xingwang left Chi Suisui feeling slightly dazed.

Perhaps it was because his usual demeanor was so restrained that she had even wondered if he might be asexual. Yet, here he was, calmly uttering those words.

Chi Suisui locked eyes with him and simply handed over the pen. “Since you brought it up, you can write it yourself.”

He Xingwang didn’t refuse.

His handwriting was bold and fluid, while Chi Suisui’s was elegant and steady. Together, they created a unique visual harmony.

Aside from the newly added item—”wedding night”—the rest of the plan remained more distant, such as the yet-to-be-scheduled wedding photoshoot.

Chi Suisui snapped a photo of the document and posted it in their group chat.

It was the dead of winter, and both Su Mian and Song Miaoli were relaxing at home when they saw the WeChat notification. They immediately felt like they were being shown off to.

Su Mian: [Just by the handwriting, you can tell who wrote what.]

Song Miaoli: [Tsk tsk tsk, this man, He Xingwang...]

Su Mian: [I never imagined that He Shen could be a bit... secretly mischievous...]

The two then launched into a discussion about He Xingwang. There was no doubt—now that they had registered their marriage, this addition to the plan revealed something about his personality.

On the surface, he appeared overly formal.

But after marriage, a different side of him began to peek through.

Chi Suisui found it amusing that her fans had labeled He Xingwang as “secretly mischievous.” She kept this little tidbit to herself.

The planning document was left on the table.

They had lunch at He’s family home, so dinner was scheduled at Chi Suisui’s place. No one mentioned the planning document again.

Of course, whether they thought about it or not—that was buried deep in their hearts.

Aunt Song had prepared a feast today. Meanwhile, Qi Churui received a call from a classmate inviting him out to hang: “...The school beauty is coming too.”

No matter what kind of “flower” it was, he wasn’t interested.

“Not going,” Qi Churui declined.

“You’ve got nothing to do at home, why not come? School starts in a few days; let’s have some fun first, top student,” the classmate persisted.

“People are coming over to our house,” Qi Churui replied.

The classmate had no choice but to give up.

Later that evening, when the classmates saw Qi Churui—a guy who hadn’t posted on social media for months—suddenly post something with “He God” mentioned... they instantly understood.

The last time He Xingwang had attended a parent-teacher meeting on his behalf.

The Qi household was much simpler compared to the He family. Chi Suisui’s grandparents now lived in a quiet suburban villa where playing the piano or other activities wouldn’t disturb anyone.

The two elders adored music and cherished peace.

During summer vacations, Chi Suisui would spend two months there. Many of her musical instruments were taught to her by her grandparents, and she could somewhat claim proficiency in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

At the Qi family dining table, there was no rule of silence during meals or sleep.

The family was accustomed to lively and harmonious gatherings.

After several hours of emotional processing, Qi Xincheng had calmed down. He cleared his throat and asked, “Xingwang, what are your plans moving forward?”

One couldn’t be a shooting athlete forever.

He Xingwang nodded seriously and replied, “For now, I’ve decided to retire after the Olympics and officially take over the He family business.”

In fact, he had already taken charge of some projects. Many ventures had already been handed over to him by He Minghua.

For instance, the planning of the land outside Nancheng was under his responsibility.

Qi Xincheng nodded. This made sense. With the union of the two families, these issues were bound to arise. He had previously discussed them with the He family.

Chi Suisui already owned a portion of shares in both the Qi and He family businesses. If she wanted to participate, she could.

It all depended on her willingness.

Among the many secrets of Nancheng’s elite families, the He and Qi families were relatively peaceful. As for becoming Mrs. He, no special preparation was needed.

Chi Suisui could already imagine future banquets.

By the time dinner ended, it was already 8 PM. He Xingwang took a moment to chat with Qi Churui before leaving with Chi Suisui to return to Bai’an Mansion.

Outside, the snow continued to fall.

Someone had built a snowman and left it there.

Bai’an Mansion had been meticulously tidied up by the housekeeper. Even the rooms were arranged perfectly, with candies and gifts shaped into hearts, rose petals scattered around—and, naturally, condoms.

This time, the brand sponsors had sent only the largest size, placed prominently on the bedside table.

The design was new—pink.

Every corner of the room seemed to hint at what was to come.

As the moment approached, Chi Suisui grew nervous. She turned to He Xingwang and suggested, “Why don’t you take a bath first?”

He Xingwang nodded. “Alright.”

While he went in, Chi Suisui quickly tidied up the items, making the room look much more presentable.

She then entered the walk-in closet.

Her pajamas were displayed in a separate showcase, ranging from seductive to cute, all untouched—brand sponsorships used as mere decorations.

Chi Suisui hesitated between silk and lace for a long while before deciding to try them all—seduction was a must.

On her wedding night, she intended to enjoy herself thoroughly.

The problem was the overwhelming number of choices. For the first time, Chi Suisui realized that owning too many clothes might not be entirely good—it was causing her indecision.

After a few seconds, she decisively handed the dilemma over to her sisters.

That’s what sisters were for.

When Su Mian opened the group chat, she was bombarded by a lineup of pajamas and nightgowns, sensing the scent of money.

Chi Suisui: [Which one should I wear tonight?]

Su Mian: [My eyes are blinded—I think they’re all great. How about this one? The color is fresh but subtly sexy, with a touch of cleverness.]

Su Mian: [I did my best—I’m fashion-challenged.]

Even for an excuse, she was giving it her all.

Dr. Song arrived late: [Listen to me, Suisui. Don’t choose—wear a bathrobe. If He Xingwang gives it a slight tug, that’s instant temptation. If you can resist, come kill me.]

For a moment, Chi Suisui couldn’t find any counterarguments.

Dr. Song’s logic seemed utterly reasonable. She could even vividly picture the scene, sending shivers down her spine.

Su Mian: [Dr. Song, you never disappoint.]

Song Miaoli: [Thank you for the compliment.]

Driving conversations in their sister group was already a common occurrence.

Chi Suisui closed the group chat and, after a few seconds of deliberation between the bathrobe and the nightgown, ultimately chose the latter—not for any other reason, but because the nightgown could be sexier.

Seduction was essential; cleverness was key.

When He Xingwang emerged from the bathroom, he noticed movement in the walk-in closet.

This closet had been expanded later to accommodate Chi Suisui’s countless belongings—dresses, casual wear, jewelry, and more.

Almost everything necessary.

Chi Suisui often traveled abroad to custom-order dresses. Each time, the styles and colors were different, and returning from Fashion Week always meant an influx of new items.

Moreover, brands were on good terms with her, sending gifts every month, so the closet kept filling up.

He Xingwang didn’t quite understand it.

But it was undeniable that Chi Suisui had excellent taste. When she wore or adorned herself with these items, she looked exquisite and beautiful. Thinking about it, it seemed pretty good.

The door was locked from the inside.

He knocked twice. “Suisui?”

Chi Suisui swiftly opened the door, tousling her loose hair. “You’re done? Then I’ll go take a bath.”

As she glanced up, she noticed He Xingwang’s bathrobe wasn’t tied properly.

And He Xingwang hadn’t even noticed what she was holding.

An hour later, when she emerged, her hair was wet and wrapped in a towel, wearing a nightgown.

The nightgown was emerald green, held up by thin straps, revealing her prominent shoulder blades. The hem fell just below her knees, highlighting her straight calves. Her figure was curvaceous, her waist slender.

He Xingwang sat on the bed, using his laptop, seemingly handling some documents. His expression under the light was especially serious.

He raised his gaze and looked over.

Chi Suisui was tousling her hair, letting the breeze lift it slightly to reveal her translucent earlobes, which shimmered with a faint mist under the light.

Her delicate movements exuded an air of allure.

The mirror wasn’t small, and Chi Suisui caught He Xingwang’s gaze in the reflection—his eyes dark as ink. Her lips curved into a smile.

She turned around, leaning against the counter, her long legs slightly extended. The hem of her gown rose slightly with the movement, revealing skin beneath the silk that gleamed like polished jade, almost glowing.

“Have you had your fill?” Chi Suisui asked.

He Xingwang’s brow twitched slightly as he withdrew his gaze.

Chi Suisui, not receiving an answer, let out a soft humph and turned back around.

A few seconds later, satisfied that his attention had shifted, He Xingwang closed his laptop and placed it on the bedside table. He then glanced toward Chi Suisui by the mirror again.

He began to understand why so many people pursued beauty—it truly was something one could never tire of looking at.

Chi Suisui finished drying her hair and meticulously applied skincare products. This routine took up much of the remaining time, and by now, it was deep into the night.

The room remained lit.

He Xingwang’s intense gaze from behind was impossible to ignore, and after failing to disregard it, she simply pulled back the covers from the other side and slipped into bed.

Chi Suisui lay down. “Turn off the lights.”

Now that the moment had arrived, her earlier boldness had faded.

Seeing her obediently tucked under the covers, He Xingwang chuckled softly, finding her as vivid and untamed as a cluster of wild roses.

His bathrobe hung loosely open, its lines accentuating his physique, exuding an irresistible aura of raw sensuality under the light.

“He Xingwang,” Chi Suisui called out softly.

“Mm.” He Xingwang switched off the main lights, leaving only the nightlight on. He then asked, “Are you really planning to sleep?”

“...”

Chi Suisui paused for a moment, choosing not to respond.

At times like this, words were unnecessary—actions spoke louder.

She had never been one to remain coy or hesitant for long; her initial nervousness as a newlywed quickly melted away once the dim lighting set in, leaving her uninhibited.

Modesty vanished in an instant.

The tie of He Xingwang’s bathrobe had already been loose, and when Chi Suisui accidentally brushed against it, it came undone entirely. Before she could think, she was pulled into his arms.

Her voluminous hair instantly cascaded over her back, still carrying faint traces of lingering moisture.

Chi Suisui fell against him, kissing his chin, moving upward to his throat and lips, feeling his hand tighten slightly on her waist.

Then everything spun.

Though He Xingwang usually followed her lead, men were naturally adept in such matters, and he quickly took control. Within seconds, he had assumed dominance.

A faint blush spread across the porcelain skin beneath her emerald green nightgown.

The air carried a subtle fragrance, indistinct yet intoxicating, blurring the senses and stirring desire.

Outside, the winter night was icy, snowflakes swirling through the air.

The commotion within the room didn’t subside until the early hours of dawn. Only after Chi Suisui pleaded did they finally stop. Exhausted and limp, she was carried by He Xingwang to clean up.

Her alabaster back revealed deep grooves along her spine, breathtakingly alluring, half-hidden beneath the water’s surface. He Xingwang’s gaze grew heavy.

Under the bright light, Chi Suisui yawned, drowsily leaning against He Xingwang’s shoulder. She could still see faint marks left upon it.

The atmosphere brimmed with lingering intimacy.

The next morning, the sun made a rare appearance.

The room felt warm, like spring. Chi Suisui nestled herself fully into He Xingwang’s embrace. Being restless in her sleep, she unwittingly woke him early.

When she awoke, something felt off.

Opening her eyes and attempting to move, she was stopped by He Xingwang’s firm grip. His low, hoarse voice sounded near her ear: “Wait.”

And wait she did—for quite some time.

Chi Suisui drifted back to sleep, and when she awoke again, He Xingwang was no longer in bed. She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair.

The blanket slid down to her collarbone, revealing faint marks.

He Xingwang emerged from the bathroom, catching sight of the scene before him. He averted his gaze slightly. “Do you want to go to the shooting sports center today?”

“What for?” Chi Suisui asked.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how raspy her voice sounded.

Touching her neck, she deeply regretted last night’s antics and couldn’t help but glare at the culprit—He Xingwang.

He Xingwang had gone to discuss sponsorship matters for the shooting sports center with Coach Zhu. Though there was no need to inform Chi Suisui about this now, she would eventually find out.

After a brief contemplation, he suggested, “To hand out wedding candies?”

Wasn’t this just flaunting their relationship?

Chi Suisui thought to herself.

However, the people at the shooting sports center already knew about their relationship, so her visit wouldn’t raise eyebrows. Besides, she hadn’t distributed wedding candies to anyone yet.

Chi Suisui’s mood lifted instantly. But when she tried to get out of bed, her legs nearly gave way.

He Xingwang steadied her at the bedside.

As for the carefully chosen nightgown she had worn, it was now crumpled into a heap, every crease a reminder of the previous night.

Chi Suisui composed herself. “Step aside.”

He Xingwang asked, “Are you sure?”

Chi Suisui raised an eyebrow. “Or do you plan to carry me to brush my teeth, wash my face, and change clothes?”

He Xingwang seriously considered the possibility. “If you’d like, I can.”

In the end, Chi Suisui declined. She feared something might happen again if she started the day relying on him, so it was best to stay steady.

Since they were heading to the shooting sports center, Chi Suisui chose more understated attire—though what she deemed “understated” might appear extravagantly bold to others.

Fortunately, it was winter, allowing her to cover the hickey on her neck with a turtleneck sweater. The high collar accentuated her graceful swan-like neck, paired with a coat, completing the look of a tall, fashionable girl.

While applying makeup, Chi Suisui noticed He Xingwang standing nearby, watching her. A mischievous thought crossed her mind. “He Xingwang.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Come here,” she beckoned with a smirk.

Unaware of her intentions, He Xingwang maintained his calm demeanor and walked over, his tall, statuesque figure commanding presence.

Chi Suisui watched him approach.

When he finally stood before her, she seated on the stool, He Xingwang lowered his head and met her gaze as she tilted hers upward to look at him.

“On our second day of marriage, you need to learn how to pick out lipstick for me,” she said earnestly. “This is a required course for being an excellent husband.”

Her eyelids sparkled with delicate glitter.

He Xingwang mulled over the phrase “excellent husband.”

“Alright.”

Chi Suisui’s eyes curved with satisfaction, and she pointed. “They’re all over there. Pick one—preferably one that matches my outfit.”

Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

The task sounded simple enough.

He Xingwang initially thought he’d simply grab one, but upon opening the drawer, he was met with a dazzling array of lipsticks—countless tubes of varying sizes and designs.

At first glance, there must have been over a hundred, including custom-made ones specifically for her.

Now, he had to choose one that complemented her outfit. For a fleeting moment, a thought crossed his mind—