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Although it was nearing September, the weather remained scorching hot.
Song Miaoli had plenty of free time recently. When she arrived, Chi Suisui was in the middle of applying makeup, carefully blending her eyeshadow. “You’re here already?”
Song Miaoli stood beside her. “I came personally to pick you up.”
Chi Suisui calmly put away her eyeliner and smirked at her reflection. “Are you picking me up, or are you just sending Song Chengrui to drive us?”
Song Miaoli chuckled.
After years of friendship, they knew each other’s thoughts well. It was unrealistic to expect someone as lazy as Song Miaoli to drive herself.
“He volunteered,” Song Miaoli replied lightly. “It works out since he can guide us.” She nodded. “I looked at the map—the plot is quite large.”
The Song family planned to build a hospital, and all the necessary permits were in order.
Land was scarce in Nancheng. Nearly a year had passed since the idea was first discussed at the hospital, and only now had they found a suitable location.
Excitedly, Song Miaoli couldn’t wait to drag Chi Suisui along to take an early look.
She eagerly handed Chi Suisui a bag and urged her, “Hurry, hurry—it’s getting late, and it’s blazing outside.”
As they stepped out, they saw Song Chengrui leaning against the car with a cigarette between his fingers.
This plot of land had been hard-fought by Song Chengrui, wrested from another party after significant effort, causing quite a stir in Nancheng.
Everyone assumed the Song family intended to build a large shopping mall, unaware that it was actually for a hospital.
For now, the site was overgrown with weeds, dotted with a few dilapidated houses and earthen structures, uninhabited for years. There was also a small lake surrounded by reeds swaying in the breeze.
“Will this place be enough?” Song Chengrui asked.
Song Miaoli took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, there’s enough space for an inpatient department too. We won’t need to fill in the lake—it can be utilized.”
She began pointing out potential layouts.
Though genuinely passionate about medicine, Song Miaoli felt constrained by the rigid systems of ordinary hospitals. Having her own say in things would be ideal.
While Song Miaoli wandered off, Chi Suisui turned her head and asked, “How much did it cost?”
Song Chengrui sighed deeply and held up his fingers to indicate the amount.
Suitable locations for building hospitals were rare. Securing this prime piece of land had cost over ten million yuan more than expected, but Song Chengrui felt it was worth every penny.
Chi Suisui couldn’t help but smile faintly. “If you make bold promises, you’d better keep them, even if it kills you.”
Song Chengrui raised an eyebrow. “What choice do I have?”
His older sister’s wish was one he would strive to fulfill without hesitation.
Forget being overly attached to his sister—even if it were his own ambitions, Song Miaoli would support him within her means.
Such was the intimacy of blood relations.
Outsiders often speculated that the two Song siblings maintained only a facade of harmony while harboring internal strife. They believed Song Miaoli’s resignation from the hospital was a signal of competition for family assets.
Little did they know how close the siblings truly were.
By the time they finished inspecting the land, dusk had fallen. The setting sun painted the sky with endless streaks of twilight, enveloping all of Nancheng in its glow.
Dinner together was not on the agenda.
Through the rearview mirror, Song Chengrui asked, “Where should I drop you off, Suisui?”
Chi Suisui thought for a moment. “To He Corporation.”
Song Miaoli teased, “Speaking of which, it’s only been two weeks since He Xingwang officially took over He Corporation, and our dad’s already bragging about him.”
She shook her head, amused by their earnestness.
“Uncle has praised me before too,” Chi Suisui said with a faint smile.
“Just never me,” Song Miaoli muttered under her breath.
He Corporation’s headquarters tower stood at the heart of Nancheng, surrounded by related industries. Only farther out could one find unrelated shops.
Chi Suisui sent He Xingwang a message: [Still at the office? ]
After a while, he replied with a simple “Mm.”
Having just taken full control of He Corporation, He Xingwang was naturally more meticulous now compared to when he managed only part of it. After all, he was now overseeing an entire conglomerate.
Chi Suisui: [Okay. ]
As long as he was there, she wouldn’t have wasted a trip.
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Few employees stayed late to work overtime.
When Chi Suisui arrived, no one paid her much attention—except for when she stepped out of the private elevator and was spotted.
She didn’t think anything of it.
Chi Suisui had visited He Corporation once or twice before, but that was years ago, when she was around fifteen or sixteen, tagging along with He Xingwang.
She even played the cello in He Minghua’s office back then.
Thinking of this memory brought a nostalgic smile to her face. Her younger self had been fearless and uninhibited.
Reaching the upper floor, an assistant was already waiting. “Madam.”
He had been wondering who dared to come up at this hour, prepared to fire whoever blocked his way. To his surprise, the elevator doors opened to reveal none other than the president’s wife.
Chi Suisui greeted him and asked, “Is he here?”
The assistant replied, “President He is in.”
Hearing “President He” still felt strange to Chi Suisui.
For years, people had called him “God He”—a nickname she herself used playfully. Now, suddenly, he was “President He.”
“Liang Assistant, would you consider this overtime?” Chi Suisui suddenly asked.
“It counts,” Liang replied, adding, “But President He pays well for overtime, so I’m happy about it.”
Chi Suisui was curious but refrained from asking further, realizing it might be impolite to inquire about others’ salaries.
At the office door, Liang stopped.
When Chi Suisui pushed open the door, she saw He Xingwang seated behind his desk, brows slightly furrowed, flipping through a document.
“Skipping dinner?” she asked. “I’ve booked a restaurant.”
He Xingwang nodded and glanced at her. “Alright, give me ten more minutes.”
When He Xingwang said ten minutes, it meant exactly ten—not a second more or less. Such was his acute sense of time honed over the years.
Chi Suisui settled onto the sofa and put on her headphones.
An international event was underway that evening. Though retired, Chi Meiyan, renowned for her skill and status, had been invited to perform.
Her daughter naturally supported her mother wholeheartedly.
Chi Meiyan’s mastery of music far surpassed Chi Suisui’s. While Chi Meiyan devoted her life to music, Chi Suisui pursued it purely out of passion.
The soothing melody lulled Chi Suisui into closing her eyes and listening intently.
Ten minutes later, having finished reviewing the document, He Xingwang noticed Chi Suisui leaning against the sofa, seemingly asleep, serene and beautiful.
Approaching quietly, he realized she was listening to music.
Her phone screen displayed footage of Chi Meiyan at the center stage. He Xingwang was well aware of his mother-in-law’s towering status in the music world.
When Chi Suisui opened her eyes again, she saw He Xingwang standing before her, having watched silently for who knows how long. He softly asked, “Finished listening?”
“Yes,” Chi Suisui replied, putting away her phone with a smile. “Let’s go.”
The restaurant she booked was a Western-style bistro, quiet and sparsely populated in the evening. The owner, an Italian man, made it a perfect spot to unwind.
“Does Mom plan to hold a concert?” He Xingwang asked, cutting her steak and pushing the plate toward her.
Chi Suisui savored her meal leisurely. “Probably not. She’s been retired for so long... though you never know.”
Who could predict what new ideas might arise?
By the time they finished dinner, it was past eight. Together, Chi Suisui and He Xingwang returned to Bai’an Mansion. As they stepped out, He Xingwang asked, “Why did you suddenly decide to come today?”
His dark eyes gazed at her.
“I came to pick you up for dinner,” Chi Suisui replied with a light smile, tilting her head to look at the man beside her. “Do I need another reason?”
A wife picking up her husband was only natural.
He Xingwang’s gaze softened, and he gently said, “No.”
Spotting some onlookers nearby, Chi Suisui boldly looped her arm through his, allowing photos to be taken without reservation. “Hopefully, they don’t make me look ugly.”
Beauty mattered at all times.
He Xingwang chose not to comment.
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They didn’t return home until late.
That night, Chi Suisui’s first order of business was a shower. Sitting on the bed afterward, she picked up her tablet to video call Chi Meiyan, bringing up the topic of the new composition.
“Mom, are you planning to hold a concert?”
“What kind of concert am I going to hold at my age? I can’t handle the hassle anymore,” Chi Meiyan said languidly. “You holding one would be more plausible.”
“I’m just an amateur—what concert am I supposed to hold?” Chi Suisui countered.
“You’re my student. What amateur? You’re insulting my teaching skills,” Chi Meiyan shot back mercilessly.
“...”
“If you were to hold one, the new piece would be perfect for you to perform,” Chi Meiyan mused, warming to the idea.
“Mom.”
“Enough—I’m not discussing this with you. I’ll go arrange it,” Chi Meiyan abruptly ended the call and headed to the practice room to retrieve her sheet music.
Chi Suisui didn’t take it seriously. Organizing a concert wasn’t easy; timing, venue, and program arrangements required meticulous planning.
She figured her mother was simply experiencing a late-night impulse.
As expected, Chi Suisui spotted a trending topic online—a slow-rising post featuring a video of their chance encounter captured by passersby.
No one had forgotten them.
[Holy crap, I passed by this place yesterday!]
[Yep, saw it—it’s one of those places I can’t afford.]
[Suisui and God He are so sweet! Look at them holding hands. Why must you trick me into wanting marriage?!]
[My mom says I obsess over others’ relationships daily, but when it’s my turn, I’ll be a lazy blob :P]
[Same, sis, same.]
Chi Suisui found the comments amusing and liked one.
Not long after, the commenter’s social media exploded with exclamation marks: [OMG!!! Pool Suisui actually noticed my comment! Never mind, we’re practically family—this practically means God He acknowledged me too!]
“What are you laughing at?”
He Xingwang emerged wrapped in a towel.
“Your fan says if I acknowledge them, it’s like you acknowledging them,” Chi Suisui said, looking up at his bare torso. “...Why aren’t you wearing a robe?”
“Does it make a difference?”
“Of course it does.”
One was modesty; the other, temptation.
Though she didn’t voice her thoughts, Chi Suisui couldn’t ignore the water droplets clinging to his skin or the wave of pheromones emanating from him as he sat beside her.
Blinking, she pushed aside her wandering thoughts. “Mom says she wants to organize a concert for me. What do you think?”
After a moment of contemplation, He Xingwang replied, “If you want to, then do it.”
He had no doubts about Chi Suisui’s abilities. Whether she met the standard for holding a concert didn’t factor into his consideration.
If she wanted it, they’d make it happen.
Chi Suisui leaned slowly against his shoulder. “You’re so optimistic. Aren’t you worried I’ll chicken out or mess up during the performance? Everyone online already knows I’m your wife.”
Her hand crept slowly toward his.
Her self-control wasn’t exactly ironclad, Chi Suisui reasoned with herself.
“Then we won’t let them watch,” He Xingwang murmured, his gaze dropping to her hand subtly inching closer, though he didn’t call her out.
Reaching over, he turned off the lights, and they lay down.
Chi Suisui nearly laughed in frustration. Rolling upright, she propped herself halfway on He Xingwang’s body. “So I’m performing for thin air?”
For a moment, Chi Suisui wasn’t sure whether He Xingwang was seriously offering her advice or just teasing her casually, not meaning it.
“Not what you’re thinking,” He Xingwang said as he turned off the light. His voice sounded slightly hoarse in the darkness. “Come down first.”
Chi Suisui snapped back to reality, realizing her position was indeed suggestive. She deliberately leaned further onto his chest and teased, “No, I won’t.”
Her voice resonated through his bones, spreading warmth throughout his body.
And she could feel his strong, steady heartbeat.
Clearly, He Xingwang didn’t think he had to restrain himself after marriage, especially with Chi Suisui’s deliberate provocations. Everything unfolded naturally.
Chi Suisui insisted on making him praise her skills, but in the end, his kiss silenced her—starting gently and gradually becoming more dominant.
The dynamic shifted quickly. By the time Chi Suisui wanted to resist, it was too late to speak, and all that came out were soft, lingering moans.
Her slender waist was firmly grasped by his hands, his palms burning hot against her skin.
Whether intentionally or not, in her daze, she vaguely heard He Xingwang speaking near her ear. The words were unclear, only fragments reaching her ears.
Chi Suisui clung to his neck, her earlier demand for compliments now forgotten. Thoughts of concerts, audiences, and everything else shattered into pieces.
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