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Better to fail than to score zero.
He Xingwang, both a sharpshooter and a businessman, quickly weighed the pros and cons of the situation in the blink of an eye.
Chi Suisui was wearing a light purple coat today, so he briefly considered which color would best complement it.
He picked out one lipstick tube, its base marked with three numbers—no mention of the shade—and then another, also marked with a different set of three digits.
“...”
A moment of silence followed.
Many lipstick brands labeled their shades with numbers instead of names.
Chi Suisui watched as his brows furrowed slightly, as if pondering over a work project. She struggled to suppress the smile tugging at her lips.
Forget about the myriad of shades; even distinguishing between lipsticks, liquid lipsticks, matte, moisturizing, and velvet finishes was enough to overwhelm anyone.
After a minute.
He Xingwang handed her a golden-tubed lipstick and calmly said, “I think this color suits you.”
“Do you even know what color it is?” Chi Suisui asked.
“It doesn’t matter what color it is,” He Xingwang replied earnestly, reasoning that this response should suffice.
His tone was as serious as if he were listening to a subordinate report on work matters.
Still, He Xingwang wanted to hear Chi Suisui’s evaluation.
Finally unable to hold back, Chi Suisui smirked and chuckled, “At least it’s not death Barbie pink—it’s actually quite good.”
He Xingwang’s brow twitched slightly.
For someone like Chi Suisui, who could identify every shade at a glance, the lipstick He Xingwang had chosen seemed to be a lucky guess—it was a soft, elegant red.
In winter, moisturizing formulas worked better than matte or velvet finishes.
Chi Suisui’s radiant beauty allowed her to pull off bold reds effortlessly at the TV station or news agency, making her skin appear even fairer. But today, at the shooting sports center, being too flashy wouldn’t be ideal.
To match her makeup and outfit, the custom lipstick created for her by the brand for her birthday added a touch of gentleness.
Chi Suisui was quite satisfied.
Standing beside her, He Xingwang watched as her pink lips transformed into a vivid rose-red hue, fresh and alluring.
“It looks very good,” he said.
Chi Suisui smiled faintly. “Let’s go.”
Since her family’s business was originally in snacks, they didn’t need to buy wedding candies—they simply sent over several varieties, elegantly packaged in small boxes.
They resembled souvenirs but were more practical.
For athletes, the time spent at home during the New Year was usually short, and now that it was already February, they were extremely busy.
The Olympics were just around the corner in July.
When Chi Suisui arrived, she noticed the security guard stationed at the entrance again. Turning to He Xingwang, she asked, “Is he always here?”
She saw him every time she came.
He Xingwang followed her gaze.
In the freezing cold, the young guard stood rigidly at attention outside the gate. He Xingwang explained, “No, he’s not always the same person.”
“Oh,” Chi Suisui murmured.
As they entered, He Xingwang suddenly stopped, took a box of candy, and placed it in their guard booth, ensuring the double happiness character faced the entrance.
“...”
It was the first time Chi Suisui realized he had such obsessive-compulsive tendencies.
The various festive decorations from the New Year hadn’t been taken down yet, and as they entered, they could still see couplets and the character for “fortune,” exuding a joyful atmosphere.
Of the few times Chi Suisui had visited before, only once had she met everyone during a full interview. This was technically her second visit.
By now, most of the athletes had returned after the New Year.
“Isn’t that He Shen outside?” Li Huaiming stood by the window, watching the two figures approaching.
“It seems so.”
“Who’s that beside him? His fiancée?”
“Reporter Chi, probably.”
“What’s the difference? Reporter Chi is his fiancée, and his fiancée is Reporter Chi.” Someone quipped.
As they spoke, the two had already reached the door.
He Xingwang opened the door and let Chi Suisui enter first. The moment she stepped inside, she was met with countless curious eyes.
She felt as though she were in a zoo.
He Xingwang closed the door, shutting out the cold air. He raised his head, his voice clear and commanding: “What are all of you standing here for?”
When Coach Zhu wasn’t around, He Shen’s authority reigned supreme.
The crowd dispersed instantly.
Everyone assumed Chi Suisui was there to hang out, so when she pulled out box after box of candies, they were stunned.
The boxes were marked with the character for “double happiness.”
Li Huaiming scratched his head. “...Are these wedding candies?”
Chi Suisui made no attempt to hide it and smiled faintly. “Yes, He Shen and I got married. These are our wedding candies.”
The group turned their gazes toward He Xingwang simultaneously.
He Xingwang remained calm, sitting beside Chi Suisui, silently confirming her words. He didn’t forget to remind them: “You can’t eat them yet.”
Not until Coach Zhu had inspected them.
“...”
Though they might not be able to eat the candies immediately, receiving them was still a good sign.
Coach Zhu arrived shortly afterward. Li Huaiming approached him and asked, “Coach, did you know He Shen got married?!”
“Of course I knew.”
Coach Zhu gave him a look that said, Do I look like a fool to you? Such big news—how could he not know?
“Oh... I thought you didn’t know, Coach.” Li Huaiming received a pair of sharp glares and slinked away awkwardly.
The post-New Year atmosphere at the shooting sports center was lively.
After spending less than an hour there, Coach Zhu asked, “Would you like to try shooting?”
Chi Suisui felt a twinge of excitement.
She glanced at He Xingwang. “Can I?”
A symbolic gesture to seek her husband’s approval.
He Xingwang caught the gleam of anticipation in her eyes, realizing there was no stopping her. He nodded and added, “But remember to be careful.”
And so, it was settled.
Though it was just an air pistol, the experience was still dangerous.
Li Huaiming and the others were watching from the side today, so Coach Zhu simply handed over the task of explaining things to He Xingwang, leaving him to explain everything to his wife.
It saved him the trouble of talking too much.
There were plenty of electronic targets at the shooting sports center.
After the explanation was over, He Xingwang went to his room to change into his specialized training gear, while Chi Suisui stood under the coach’s guidance, correcting her posture.
As for the gun, naturally, she used He Xingwang’s usual one. Holding it in her hand, she recalled the stances she had seen in the news.
“Raise it a bit higher,” Li Huaiming chimed in from the side.
A teammate nudged him and whispered, “He Shen will be here in a moment—do you really need to give instructions?”
Li Huaiming promptly shut up.
Air pistols and air rifles were different. The former required raising the arm to hold the gun, while the latter relied on support from the waist and arms.
Coach Zhu was particularly talkative.
Chi Suisui considered herself fairly intelligent—she had earned numerous scholarships in school and usually picked things up quickly—but this time, she struggled.
Her arms grew tired after holding them up for just a short while.
Forget about hitting a specific score—the electronic target was small, and she felt that even avoiding a complete miss would be an accomplishment.
Reality confirmed her thoughts.
Chi Suisui’s first shot missed the target entirely, which was understandable.
By the second and third shots… despite Coach Zhu’s endless explanations, Chi Suisui still hadn’t managed to hit anything. Finally, he fell silent.
As a coach, he hadn’t encountered such a situation in years.
It was frustrating.
But Chi Suisui wasn’t a professional athlete. It was just that Coach Zhu’s approach, tailored for athletes, didn’t suit her.
“How about trying the air rifle?” Coach Zhu tentatively suggested, not wanting to directly discourage He Xingwang’s wife.
“…?”
Was this giving up on her as a new student?
The recoil was too strong, leaving her hands slightly numb.
Her skin was delicate, and despite wearing protective gear, her hands were covered in red marks. Forget about keeping her arms raised—it was exhausting.
Chi Suisui couldn’t help but feel sorry for them.
Every time she saw He Xingwang, his arms were raised for long periods. She could only imagine how much practice it took to stabilize the gun.
Several minutes passed.
When He Xingwang entered, his gaze swept across the crowd gathered behind and the bald-headed Coach Zhu rubbing his head.
The air conditioning was on inside the shooting sports center, so Chi Suisui had taken off her coat, revealing her elegant figure and curves.
“Raise it higher.”
His voice was clear, low, and pleasant.
Chi Suisui turned her head slightly to see He Xingwang walking over and standing beside her.
She tilted her head up slightly, looking at him with a hint of pleading: Help me hit the bullseye soon, or my reputation is ruined.
He Xingwang acted as if he hadn’t noticed her expression. His large, slender hands supported her raised arm, and he murmured softly, “Don’t shake.”
Chi Suisui barely needed to exert any effort.
Coach Zhu, who watched them blatantly cheat: ?
Well, his job here was done.
Coach Zhu left the training hall without another word, deciding it was better not to see or hear anything further.
With Mr. He’s assistance, Chi Suisui finally managed to showcase her “skills,” hitting a 3.8 ring.
Compared to the high scores they usually announced during competitions—”9.8 rings,” “10.2 rings”—the difference was glaringly obvious.
He Xingwang said nothing.
The athletes watching from behind, however, were different. Since the newlyweds had just married, they couldn’t criticize her. Instead, they began showering Chi Suisui with praise.
They even conveniently ignored her earlier misses.
“Sister-in-law hitting 3.8 rings on her first try is already impressive! No wonder she’s a match for He Shen—they both have the same natural talent.”
“It’s all about practice. Look, she hit something pretty quickly. Who knows? With a few more tries, she might surpass us.”
“3.8 rings is great! Next shot, 8.3 rings!”
Their compliments came in waves.
The men’s flattery was vastly different from the syrupy praise of spoiled young ladies—it felt genuine, heartfelt.
Ironically, their earnestness made it seem more fake than plastic sisterhood.
Flattery from straight men.
Chi Suisui casually flipped her hair, lowered her eyes, and feigned modesty. “It’s not that great.”
“…”
He Xingwang knew her well and remained silent.
The surrounding athletes immediately chimed in with phrases like, “You’re too humble!” and “It’s wonderful, absolutely wonderful!” Their compliments flowed freely.
There was no denying it—such flattery made her feel like she was floating.
Chi Suisui could almost picture herself standing on the world stage, winning a gold medal in the next moment.
“…”
“Raise your arm,” He Xingwang said, breaking her fantasy.
Chi Suisui, who had already started to enjoy the fleeting happiness, didn’t want to return to reality. “I can’t hold it anymore. My hand is tired.”
Her voice softened, carrying a hint of coquettishness.
People who rarely acted cute became even more endearing when they did so occasionally.
He Xingwang glanced down at her, his gaze brushing over her lips. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he asked, “Are you really that weak?”
Chi Suisui replied, “Who would know better than you?”
Though the words seemed harmless, He Xingwang was inexplicably reminded of last night. Thinking about how little strength she had, how easily she tired…
He furrowed his brow slightly. “Then let’s call it a day.”
Chi Suisui didn’t expect this outcome. She suggested, “You could hold my hand, like in the movies.”
He Xingwang gave her a glance, his eyes lingering on her protective gear. In his usual calm and meticulous tone, he said, “Not feasible.”
“Alright.” Chi Suisui changed her stance. “We’ll continue next time.”
“You should exercise more when we get back,” He Xingwang commented, adding, “Your arms lack strength—they’re soft.”
“What do I need to train for?” Chi Suisui said carelessly, putting down the gun and letting He Xingwang help her remove the protective gear.
Only after she spoke did she realize something felt off.
Had she been listening to Dr. Song drive too often?
Song Miaoli spoke freely in the group chat, often turning a single word into thousands of mental images. Yet, in reality, she had zero experience.
As for her claim of breaking up to “cheat,” Chi Suisui thought it was anyone’s guess who was fooling whom.
Back to the present.
Chi Suisui pretended she hadn’t driven, sneaking a glance at He Xingwang to confirm he hadn’t caught the hidden meaning before relaxing.
Since their relationship was out in the open, the others around them tactfully avoided being third wheels, focusing on their own training instead. Gunshots echoed throughout the venue.
The noise was loud, so Chi Suisui reached up to rub her ears.
As she raised her hand, He Xingwang noticed her red palms. Without a word, he took her hand and gently massaged her slender fingers.
“Husband, you’re so good to me,” Chi Suisui suddenly said.
He Xingwang paused mid-motion, his dark eyes fixed on her. Before him stood a radiant woman with bright eyes and a charming smile, glowing like stars.
This was the first time she had called him this since their marriage.
Even last night, Chi Suisui had simply called him by his name.
Then, He Xingwang heard her next words: “Use a bit more force.”
“…”
Commanding him with such vigor, He Xingwang couldn’t help but smirk faintly.
Unaware of He Xingwang’s thoughts, Chi Suisui blissfully enjoyed the massage from her doting husband on the second day of their marriage.
Her left hand free, she unlocked her phone and was greeted by a flood of unread messages.
Naturally, most of them were from Su Mian.
Su Mian: [Did someone see you at the civil affairs bureau???]
Su Mian: [Well, lots of people get married during the New Year—it’s not surprising if someone saw you.]
Su Mian: [#Link]
Su Mian: [The internet has exploded. Roughly speaking, Sister Suisui, you’re trending too.]
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