OSTF - 80

Chi Suisui’s words could be considered a clear hint.

However, she didn’t think much of the wedding. They were already legally married, and she didn’t dislike physical intimacy—in fact, she rather enjoyed it.

After all, isn’t life about being comfortable?

He Xingwang was probably quite helpless about her behavior and gave her a deep look. “Is that so?”

The driver in the front seat was wearing wireless earphones, plus their voices were low, and soothing music was playing—it was impossible to hear what they were saying.

Undeniably, emotions could easily be stirred up.

He Xingwang said: “Wait a little longer.”

Chi Suisui asked: “What are we waiting for?”

“Just a few minutes.” He Xingwang only said this one sentence and then refused to answer further questions, choosing instead to close his eyes and rest.

Chi Suisui found it boring.

A few minutes later, the car arrived at Bai’an Mansion.

The driver originally intended to get out and open the door, but coincidentally, He Xingwang opened his eyes and told him to go back; there was no need for further assistance.

The driver was curious but didn’t ask.

At this moment, Chi Suisui finally came back to her senses, smiling mischievously beside him. Her voice was pleasant and melodious, and the diamonds on her earlobes shimmered faintly.

She leaned against the car window. “So, is this what we were waiting for?”

The answer was self-evident.

The car seats were reclined, making it extremely spacious. Chi Suisui’s fair skin contrasted with the color of the car interior, dazzling to the eye.

The car lights were off, but the street lamps weren’t far away.

Chi Suisui’s hair cascaded down, her beautiful eyes gazing at He Xingwang—clear and bright, as if enticing him.

She suddenly tugged at the collar of He Xingwang’s shirt. The atmosphere wasn’t as intense as it would be in a smaller space, but Chi Suisui’s boldness acted like a catalyst.

In the darkness, a faint light filtered in, completely obscured by He Xingwang, exuding a different charm in the dimness.

Chi Suisui’s actions were a signal.

Accustomed to behaving properly in appropriate places, such an act here was indeed tempting enough. Moreover, the area around Bai’an Mansion was deserted.

Surrender happened in an instant.

Outside the window, the night was hazy, and the bright moon hung high.

After an unknown amount of time, the car window was opened, allowing a gentle breeze to enter, exchanging air and dissipating the lingering passion inside the car.

Chi Suisui rested her elbow on the window, her eyes half-closed as if dozing off, wrapped in He Xingwang’s coat left in the car.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind.

He Xingwang fastened the last button, his black eyes unreadable, the corners slightly red with undeniable pleasure.

After a while, he picked Chi Suisui up.

Chi Suisui, half-closing her eyes, leaned against him, wanting to say something but ultimately finding it a waste of energy, decided to remain silent.

This intimate encounter left both parties satisfied.

The only downside was probably that Chi Suisui felt too weak to walk, leaving all bathing tasks entirely to He Xingwang, even letting him help her brush her teeth.

After all, she had relied on others for many things since childhood; one more wouldn’t make a difference.

However, with both of them naked in the bathroom, it was inevitable for things to escalate again. By the time they emerged, it was already late at night, and Chi Suisui was drowsy.

Seeing her flushed face, He Xingwang called out: “Suisui.”

Chi Suisui opened her eyes slightly, pressing her hand against his collarbone, complaining: “Don’t call me, I want to sleep.”

There was still a hint of coquettishness in her tone, and after speaking, she closed her eyes again.

He Xingwang chuckled softly and placed her on the bed.

Under the night light, there weren’t many unread messages on his phone—he didn’t add unnecessary people, unlike Chi Suisui, who still engaged in mutual commercial flattery with some socialites.

He Xingwang logged into Weibo, pondered for a long time, and posted a new tweet.

Then he lay down to sleep.

The early morning internet appeared calm on the surface.

Not many people stayed up until two or three in the morning, but there were still some night owls. He Xingwang’s timing of posting the tweet was just right, catching the attention of those nocturnal users.

And the netizens who saw it were shocked.

The tweet wasn’t long, but not short either, briefly stating that he would retire next week and thanking his fans, acknowledging the many who supported him.

Although He Xingwang didn’t show his emotions outwardly, he remembered his fans and announced it on Weibo to inform them.

[???]

[A midnight decision is impulsive; I don’t believe it!][He Shen, you’re so young, why retire? You can still fight for another ten years!][Support all your decisions!]

[AAAAH I DON’T BELIEVE IT AAAAH!]

[Just after the Tokyo Olympics ended, I see such explosive news!][Is this deliberately trying to make me lose sleep?]

[Nancheng will be sleepless tonight...]

Even in the middle of the night, the speed at which this news hit the top of the trending topics was quite fast.

Of course, the most active discussions took place on various forums. The night owl users there went wild upon hearing the news.

He Xingwang’s tweet was analyzed repeatedly, but ultimately, nothing extraordinary was discussed because it was indeed just a normal retirement announcement.

One: he was retiring. Two: he thanked the Shooting Sports Center and his fans.

As for why he chose to retire at this time, everyone guessed reasons. Since marriage wasn’t likely the cause, and there were no rumors of discord between him and the Shooting Sports Center...

Could it be that something was wrong with He Xingwang’s health?

This was the most common reason for athletes due to years of training, where retirement became inevitable once issues arose.

Recalling He Xingwang’s previous hand injury, many guessed it related to this.

Chi Suisui was woken up by Su Mian’s call in the morning: “Boss, the internet has gone crazy—are you still sleeping? Wake up quickly! Isn’t eating your husband’s gossip exciting?”

“…?”

Chi Suisui remained skeptical of Su Mian’s last statement.

“What ‘gossip’ did my husband create?” she asked softly.

“He Shen posted a Weibo last night saying he’s retiring. This news is huge for others; now everyone’s discussing whether He Shen’s hand injury left sequelae, forcing him to retire.”

Su Mian spoke a long string of words and then drank some water, exhausted.

Chi Suisui slowly responded: “His hand won’t be injured unless the sky falls.”

Considering the delight his long fingers brought her during their intimate moments, claiming his hand was injured was less believable than the sky collapsing.

Su Mian said: “Of course, I believe you, but others don’t know.”

Chi Suisui opened her eyes and checked Weibo. The number of comments on He Xingwang’s tweet was extremely high, almost comparable to the official promotion when he became champion. Comments and retweets were filled with question marks.

[I’m crying in the toilet, please don’t retire AAAAH!][Thinking about it, He Shen probably needs to inherit the family business—oh well, from now on, we’ll call him President He.][He Shen’s retirement is so sudden.]

[It’s dawn; hurry and clarify! As long as it’s not an injury, I can accept anything.] #HeXingwangRetires #HeXingwangInjured firmly occupied the first and second spots, with discussion and search volumes breaking away from other topics.

Chi Suisui’s Weibo was also flooded with comments and private messages.

Since it was publicly proven she was He Xingwang’s wife, if He Xingwang didn’t respond, they turned to his wife. After all, they were family.

Some @mentioned her to forward the tweet: “If Suisui can make He Shen not retire, I’d be willing to write a thousand words of praise every day!!!”

Hundreds of replies with +1 and ID numbers followed.

“...”

Chi Suisui: It’s possible, but unnecessary.

The online storm couldn’t be stopped.

He Xingwang had anticipated this but usually didn’t browse Weibo when he had nothing to do, so he generally ignored such matters once posted.

Because he had to go to the Shooting Sports Center, Chi Suisui only saw the warmed breakfast and a note when she came down before heading to the news agency.

The news agency’s daily articles were divided into several columns. Today, several reporters coincidentally published news about He Xingwang’s retirement.

Chi Suisui felt a strange sensation reading their reports.

An indescribable feeling.

Regarding the reasons for He Xingwang’s retirement, the internet listed numerous possibilities, none of which were related to her.

Even her own news agency didn’t think it was related to her.

Chi Suisui let them publish the news, then sent a message to He Xingwang: [Do you want to explain the reason for your retirement?] There was no reply from the other side for a while.

It wasn’t until noon that the Shooting Sports Center’s official account reposted He Xingwang’s Weibo and issued an official stamped notice.

This also confirmed the authenticity of the matter.

As for the reasons behind his retirement, they naturally wouldn’t say much, only denying injuries or other external factors.

At this point, everyone realized it was irreversible.

Su Mian had known about this beforehand, so she remained calm this time: “Thankfully, I was mentally prepared. Otherwise, I’d be part of the crying masses now.”

Chi Suisui sat across from her: “Do you support it?”

“Of course I do,” Su Mian puffed up her cheeks and swallowed her food. “He Shen doesn’t have to spend his entire life on competitions. There are more things he wants to do.”

Retirement was inevitable.

Moreover, retiring at the peak of his career rather than after a decline in performance was better—this way, he could leave behind his legend.

Su Mian understood the cruelty of competition well: “However, everyone will definitely struggle to accept it for a while. It’ll get better after a few days.”

Chi Suisui smiled: “You’re quite optimistic.”

“Anyway, I can still see He Shen.” Su Mian grinned mischievously. “Boss, being in the same dorm with you must be fate.”

“Alright, fate.”

Chi Suisui responded casually and received a reply from He Xingwang on her phone.

He Xingwang: [I didn’t see it earlier due to some matters. It doesn’t matter whether I say it or not.] He Xingwang: [I’ve booked a place for tonight.]

He was inviting her to dinner.

Chi Suisui replied with an okay.

They were at a seafood buffet on the square. The number of people eating lunch wasn’t too many or too few, filling about half the seats.

Two men were sitting at the next table.

A buzz-cut man shook his head while looking at his phone: “He Xingwang is retiring at this time? So disappointing.”

The person opposite him asked: “What’s so disappointing about that?”

The buzz-cut man spoke: “Doesn’t he think about how much effort the country put into training him? Retiring after just a few years is not good.”

He wore a disdainful expression.

The next second, he heard a cold laugh.

Coincidentally, it came right after he finished speaking, so the buzz-cut man instinctively thought the laughter was directed at him. He looked up and asked, “What’s going on?”

The woman opposite was exquisite and beautiful; he was stunned for a few seconds.

Chi Suisui held a knife leisurely and looked at him: “Judging by how you talk, you must have won several gold medals for our country, right?”

Her words were dripping with sarcasm.

Su Mian, who had been furious and ready to scold him, couldn’t help but laugh now.

Boss Suisui never disappointed in these situations.

When Chi Suisui wore a cold expression, her aura was very different from her usual languidness—carrying aggression and pressure, unmistakably suppressing others.

By the time the buzz-cut man came to his senses, he realized he had been scared.

Chi Suisui didn’t bother exchanging another word with such people. After mocking him, she went back to enjoying her seafood.

Clearly, the man was not qualified to compare himself to He Xingwang.

Nor did he deserve to.

When leaving, Su Mian gave the man a cold snort.

Such people were keyboard warriors online. Whether He Xingwang retired or not was his own decision—he had already brought enough glory to the country.

Other people’s criticisms were insults to him.

Chi Suisui decided to personally write a news article in the afternoon, incorporating He Xingwang’s previous views on retirement that he shared with her.

The news agency’s official Weibo account published it immediately.

Netizens initially thought the article was well-written, but when they saw Chi Suisui’s name at the end, they understood.

[My blood was boiling while reading this, but then at the end: ??] [It’s somewhat expected. Chi Suisui understands He Shen the most.] [Regardless of the reason, the outcome is the same.] [I’ve already shared this article on my WeChat Moments. Suisui wrote it so well! I’m absolutely in love!] [So Chi Suisui works at this news agency?]

[I thought Suisui stopped being a journalist.]

[I remember this news agency belongs to a video website—wasn’t that website acquired by He Corporation?] [Do you even need to guess? It’s a gift for his wife!] The topic shifted directly afterward.

He Xingwang’s family background was public knowledge, and now everyone knew Chi Suisui must be wealthy. How wealthy, no one could imagine yet.

Acquiring a video website and establishing a news agency.

Netizens were practically dying of envy.

At this moment, He Xingwang rarely logged onto Weibo, liked the notification from the Shooting Sports Center, and also liked this tweet.

Once again, fresh gossip was served to everyone.

Meanwhile, Chi Suisui had already gone out to dinner with He Xingwang.

Before leaving, He Xingwang confiscated a few candies from Grandma He—not for himself, but to give to Chi Suisui.

“Grandma will probably be angry and not talk to you for a week,” Chi Suisui unwrapped one.

“She won’t. Bringing you back is enough,” He Xingwang said calmly.

Chi Suisui laughed at his words, showing her beautiful teeth: “Are you using me, or are you fooling Grandma?”

He Xingwang said: “What do you think?”

Chi Suisui didn’t answer, smiling slightly and revealing her pristine white teeth: “Grandma’s candies are really delicious.”

Unfortunately, Grandma couldn’t eat too many.

Chi Suisui chewed a few times and swallowed, leaning towards him and opening her mouth: “Is there any color on my tongue?”

The candy was green, and she couldn’t imagine her tongue turning green—it would look ugly and affect her image.

He Xingwang lowered his eyes and scrutinized for a few seconds: “No.”

Chi Suisui’s teeth were beautiful—neat and white. Her lips were painted with rouge lipstick, soft and innocent inside, kissed countless times. This was the first time he carefully observed them.

“Eating too many will make your teeth hurt,” He Xingwang withdrew his gaze and reminded her.

“Just one,” Chi Suisui shook her head.

They were seated on the second floor, in a private area separated from the rest. Through the floor-to-ceiling window, they could see the fountain and pool below, where children were playing.

The warm-toned lights above cast a gentle glow.

Chi Suisui rested her chin in her hand and gazed at the man across from her—his serious demeanor, restrained and meticulous, with an impeccable jawline.

He Xingwang noticed her gaze and turned back to look at her: “What are you looking at?”

Chi Suisui curved her lips and laughed, speaking leisurely without holding back her praise: “I’m looking at how handsome you are.”

This face—after more than twenty years, she had never grown tired of it.

Gorgeous radiance spread from the corners of her eyes, her features like a painting, stunning beyond description, captivating and silently amazing the world.

Below, children set off small fireworks, their laughter muffled.

He Xingwang looked at Chi Suisui’s face; the fireworks were hazy. Her serious expression resembled her younger self immersed in the cello.

The gentle notes of the cello intertwined with her bright voice.

Melodious and pleasant.

After such a long time, He Xingwang couldn’t remember if he first heard the cello’s sound or Chi Suisui calling his name.

Or perhaps it was her exclamation upon seeing him at Bai’an Mansion.

Everyone was watching the fireworks, including Chi Suisui, but He Xingwang’s gaze lingered on her—silent and enduring.

No one knows when they fell.

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