OSTF - 70

Wedding ring?

Chi Suisui thought about the wedding ring she already had, though she wasn’t wearing it. Unlike the engagement ring, she hadn’t worn it intentionally to show off to Zhang Yue and others.

Everyone knew the process of putting on the wedding ring during a ceremony.

He Xingwang’s words easily brought the scene to her mind—a one-handed He Xingwang struggling to place the ring on her finger.

Applause would immediately erupt from the audience.

After the wedding, the topic of conversation in Nancheng would revolve around the disabled yet resilient He Xingwang and the pitiful young widow Chi Suisui.

...The more she thought about it, the more awkward and unbearable it felt.

Chi Suisui absolutely couldn’t allow such a scene to become reality. Her wedding had to be unparalleled.

“For now, let’s not talk about the wedding,” Chi Suisui’s expression softened slightly but remained icy. “Do you think you should explain the situation?”

Explain? Of course, he should.

This matter was neither complicated nor particularly special—it was just a scrape on his hand from saving a little girl.

“That’s all there is to it,” He Xingwang summarized the entire incident in just a few sentences. “It’s not as exaggerated as what’s being speculated online. It wasn’t caused by training.”

“Just a scrape?”

“…”

“I think you should know how important your hand is.” Chi Suisui rolled her eyes. “Do you even know how to write the phrase ‘priceless’?”

“Should I buy insurance?”

He Xingwang went along with her words.

There had been cases where people insured their body parts, and her words suddenly reminded him of that.

“Buy the most expensive one,” Chi Suisui said deliberately. “You just went to get it bandaged, and the whole world thinks you’re out of the Olympics. Even international media has started reporting on it.”

For the international media, one less He Xingwang meant more opportunities for them.

Her eye roll made her appear more lively.

He Xingwang gestured for her to sit down. “The media always loves to speculate.”

This time, Chi Suisui didn’t continue standing—wearing high heels for too long was tiring. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?”

When she saw the news, although she thought it was exaggerated to say he couldn’t compete, what if it were true?

Seeing him in person finally put her mind at ease.

“I didn’t know I’d been photographed,” He Xingwang said with slight helplessness, lowering his gaze and speaking slowly. “Reporters are probably calling right now. It’ll be clarified soon.”

“What misunderstanding do you have about your own fame?”

Chi Suisui hadn’t expected him to think there was no issue at all.

But considering his indifferent attitude toward the outside world, it made sense—as long as nothing affected him personally.

He squeezed Chi Suisui’s hand gently.

The pressure was just right, and though Chi Suisui enjoyed it, she still pretended to be cold and withdrew her hand. “With the time you’ve taken, you should focus on healing.”

The familiar scent of cypress wood wafted over. By the time she arrived, the anger she had intended to hide had completely dissipated, and she even felt her reaction had been too exaggerated.

He Xingwang must have noticed.

But they were married now—she had a legitimate reason.

Chi Suisui quickly calmed herself down. Looking up, she saw He Xingwang staring at her, his dark eyes unreadable.

He Xingwang hummed softly, his voice deep and cool, reaching her ears: “Then stay.”

They hadn’t seen each other for a while.

For a newlywed couple, this frequency was quite low. Less than ten minutes had passed since Chi Suisui sat down.

The answer wasn’t unexpected for Chi Suisui.

She glanced around the room, suppressing the corner of her lips that threatened to rise. “Considering your injury, I’ll reluctantly stay to take care of you.”

She wouldn’t leave tonight.

Her radiant face carried a hint of joy, which, when seen by He Xingwang, stirred something in his heart. “Alright.”

Staying over was indeed a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Chi Suisui had come to the shooting sports center today to confront him. She hadn’t even considered staying overnight.

For a moment, whether she or He Xingwang benefited more became two chessboards in her mind.

A large group of people gathered in the hall.

“When Journalist Chi arrived, she looked very angry,” Chu Ming, who had met Chi Suisui at the entrance earlier, said.

“Probably because He Shen hid this from her,” Li Huaiming, who was also among the onlookers, added. “Girls don’t like being kept in the dark.”

“So… do you think they’ll fight?”

The group exchanged bewildered glances.

Journalist Chi’s public image had always been tough, clearly not that of a fragile woman. Saying she might resort to violence… wasn’t entirely impossible.

What if He Shen let her beat him without complaint?

As their discussion heated up, footsteps echoed behind them. Everyone turned to see Journalist Chi linking arms with He Shen.

Journalist Chi waved at them, smiling gently.

By the time the two left, the crowd in the hall finally snapped back to reality. “—Who just said they’d fight?”

??

Were they going to fight?

This was clearly a display of affection!

Married people truly weren’t something they could predict.

“These teammates of yours… why do they look a bit… slow?” After leaving the hall, Chi Suisui carefully chose her words.

“Maybe they’ve been training too much recently,” He Xingwang said casually.

Chi Suisui felt a wave of sympathy.

These kids, only in their teens and early twenties, seemed to have lost their minds at such a young age.

She pondered giving them some good publicity when she returned.

They were heading to Coach Zhu’s office to discuss a response to today’s news about He Xingwang being unable to compete.

The response was simple, but He Xingwang needed to make an appearance.

Coach Zhu’s office phone rang non-stop. Even higher-ups had inquired about the situation, only relaxing upon hearing it wasn’t serious.

In the end, they selected an official media outlet to respond.

Within ten minutes, He Xingwang’s clarification had already climbed to the top of the trending topics list.

The online netizens who had been arguing for hours finally calmed down after confirming that He Xingwang’s injury was minor.

[Shameless media outlets—just shut down already.]

[How dare you publish such serious news without verifying with him? I’m so angry!]

[Thank goodness it was fake news. Otherwise, I’d have killed you all.]

[Haha, foreign media got excited for nothing! Will they wake up tomorrow to find out—He Shen can still compete?!]

Online trends shifted quickly.

Meanwhile, Chi Suisui and He Xingwang were already preparing to turn in early.

Back in the room, Chi Suisui received a WeChat message from Song Miaoli: [Suir, can you come pick me up now?]

Chi Suisui replied: [No, I’m at the shooting sports center.]

Song Miaoli: [Is anyone even managing this place? 😅]

Chi Suisui: [Get your brother to pick you up.]

Song Miaoli: [Him? He’s not in Nancheng recently.]

Chi Suisui thought for a moment: [Should I send a car for you?]

After this message, there was no reply. It seemed Song Miaoli either found her own ride or something else happened.

Just as Chi Suisui was thinking about it, she heard movement behind her.

He Xingwang took a set of pajamas from the wardrobe. Since the last time Chi Suisui came, brands had sent over quite a few, and he’d kept them here ever since.

Chi Suisui stood up from the bed. “Are you going to bathe alone tonight?”

He Xingwang raised his eyes. “I’m not so helpless that I can’t even do this.”

Chi Suisui arched an eyebrow and chuckled, hopping off the bed and directly into his arms. Both of them stumbled backward due to the momentum.

She tilted her head and smiled faintly. “Do you need help?”

Her words carried a seductive twist.

In He Xingwang’s hands was a silky nightgown, and the person in his arms lifted her chin, her beautiful eyes curved into crescents.

Her words held layers of meaning.

As a physiologically normal man, it was inevitable for He Xingwang to imagine subsequent scenes in this context.

His gaze darkened. “You want to?”

Before He Xingwang could respond, Chi Suisui’s eyes shimmered, and she pushed away from his chest, twirling back onto the bed.

It was as if the previous flirtation had been nothing but a dream.

He Xingwang also heard her response: “Dream on. As punishment for hiding things from me, wash yourself.”

Cold yet arrogant.

The bath that followed was exceptionally quiet.

Afterward, Chi Suisui did nothing more. She obediently washed up, slipped into bed, and turned off the lights entirely, plunging the room into complete darkness.

Half an hour earlier, she had received a reply from Song Miaoli—safe. As for what happened in between, Chi Suisui didn’t ask, nor did she inquire about Gu Nanyan.

Her mind was cluttered with thoughts, and just thinking about them made her drowsy.

On the verge of sleep, she rolled toward the person beside her. With summer approaching, their clothing was light.

It had been a while since they’d last seen each other.

Desire came swiftly and lingered long. Chi Suisui only became slightly aware when she felt the weight pressing down on her.

Before she could make a sound, she was silenced.

Perhaps because of her teasing earlier before the bath, the rustling sounds of discarded sleepwear gradually drowned out her soft moans.

They were in the shooting sports center, where surrounding rooms were occupied.

Thinking of this, Chi Suisui restrained herself, fearing that some walls might have been poorly constructed despite claims of soundproofing.

Her voice was muted, soft and melodious, like a hook tugging at He Xingwang’s ears.

Everything unfolded with remarkable speed.

Though immersed, Chi Suisui remained mindful of He Xingwang’s hand, reminding him each time she spoke, only to have her voice shattered by his movements.

After several times, she stopped speaking altogether.

Perhaps to prove that his hand was truly only slightly injured, He Xingwang moved downward, his fingers gently moving.

In the darkness, Chi Suisui let out a muffled sound.

Her beautiful back arched instantly, her waist and abdomen flowing gracefully. The hidden pleasure left her speechless.

She half-closed her eyes and called out, “He Xingwang.”

“What is it?” His breath brushed against her face, warm and laced with pheromones. His deep, raspy voice made her restless.

The man who was invincible on the field demonstrated fingers as nimble and agile as everyone expected—but used them differently now.

The hands praised endlessly by the media, the long fingers worshipped repeatedly by fans, were now intertwined with her.

The closer Chi Suisui’s body pressed to his, the more shame she felt emotionally. In defiance, she bit down on his shoulder.

A muffled groan sounded above her.

As for when it ended, she couldn’t remember.

The next morning, she woke up naturally to her biological clock. The bedside was empty, and sunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains.

She wanted to sit up but decided against it.

Perhaps because it had been a while since they’d last met, He Xingwang, unused to intimacy, had gone overboard last night. There was no sign that his hand was injured.

Chi Suisui began to suspect whether her deliberate teasing before the bath had contributed to her current state of weakness.

This man said little but acted plenty.

Marriage truly changed him. Once untamed and disciplined before marriage, he now indulged freely.

People could be deceptive.

And he had incredible stamina.

Chi Suisui felt a twinge of jealousy.

She lounged in bed for a while before reaching for her phone. Numerous messages awaited her.

She read through them one by one, replying to some. Fortunately, it was Saturday, so she didn’t need to go to the news agency, sparing her employees the impression that their boss was always slacking off.

With no major news recently, the morning notifications still revolved around He Xingwang’s clarification.

Su Mian: [Boss, are you awake?]

Su Mian: [From now on, the emperor won’t rise early for court. 🛌️]

These messages were from ten minutes ago. Chi Suisui replied.

Within seconds, the other side responded: [Last night’s clarification from He Shen should be true, right?]

Chi Suisui: [True.]

Su Mian: [I knew it! Fake news, stay away from He Shen!]

Su Mian: [By the way, I messaged Dr. Song last night, but she didn’t reply. I called her in the middle of the night to check if she’d returned, but she hung up after one sentence. I almost called the police.]

She rambled on.

Chi Suisui had a rough guess. Thankfully, Su Mian’s purpose today wasn’t to discuss this. After a few sentences, she changed the topic herself.

Su Mian: [Almost forgot the main thing—Boss, did you manage to book tickets for the Tokyo Olympics opening ceremony?]