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After the revelation of Chi Suisui being a bai fu mei (wealthy, beautiful woman) and her recent concert performance, everyone naturally began to focus on her upcoming wedding with He Xingwang.
They were curious about what kind of wedding it would be.
People had seen countless celebrity weddings and lavish ceremonies among the elite. But this couple had been under public scrutiny since last year.
Would their wedding be simple or extravagant?
Not only were netizens eagerly anticipating it, but even fans were abuzz with excitement. In fan forums, some creative individuals had already drawn illustrations of Chi Suisui in a wedding dress and He Xingwang in formal attire.
Amidst all this anticipation, Chi Suisui and He Xingwang flew off to take their wedding photos.
Since it was already autumn-winter in the Northern Hemisphere, they traveled to the Southern Hemisphere, where summer was in full swing—perfect for wearing light wedding dresses.
The region was dotted with islands and lush natural forests, making it an ideal location.
Chi Suisui took this photo session very seriously—it was something she’d cherish for a lifetime. Of course, if He Xingwang ever considered divorce, well, that would come with consequences.
The wedding dresses had been prepared beforehand.
Unlike the one she’d wear at the actual ceremony, these were carefully selected designer pieces from renowned designers, some gifted by brands as part of promotional collaborations.
Chi Suisui didn’t care much about the brands’ intentions. She only packed what she truly liked into her luggage—and ended up bringing quite a few.
On the day of departure, she remarked to He Xingwang, “I don’t remember choosing so many dresses, yet somehow they’ve filled up all this space.”
“Not too many,” He Xingwang replied calmly. Having witnessed her selection process from start to finish, he knew exactly how much luggage she’d packed.
To comfort her, he kept his response brief.
“Will we manage to finish shooting them all?” Chi Suisui asked.
“There’s no set time limit—we can treat it like a vacation,” He Xingwang said after a moment’s thought. “We’ll shoot as much as we want.”
Chi Suisui, of course, wanted to capture every single dress she’d brought along. After meticulously selecting each gown, she intended to wear them all during the shoot so they could later pick out the most perfect shots.
She didn’t want to end up with too few options due to limited photos.
The flight was long, and she dozed off, waking just as they approached their destination, where endless stretches of ocean came into view.
Their private island was restricted to a limited number of tourists, ensuring pristine waters and breathtaking scenery.
The next morning, the first round of wedding photoshoots began at the beach.
Chi Suisui wore a yellow wedding dress. Under the sunlight, it flowed gracefully on land, and once she stepped into the water, the fabric billowed around her, creating an ethereal effect.
“Should we freestyle?” she joked with the photographer.
The photographer glanced at He Xingwang and replied, “Freestyling works. I can capture candid moments or guide you through poses.”
With their looks, any pose would turn out stunning.
Barefoot on the sand, Chi Suisui playfully asked He Xingwang, “Do you have any preferred poses?”
He Xingwang wasn’t familiar with posing—he rarely took photos. “Whatever you want is fine,” he said nonchalantly.
Together, they waded into the water.
Chi Suisui’s long hair floated around her like a mermaid’s, while the yellow dress danced gently underwater, swirling around her figure.
Opening her eyes underwater, she saw He Xingwang before her.
His deep, luminous gaze shimmered beneath the waves, dreamlike and inviting, almost urging her to reach out and touch him.
In that moment, Chi Suisui couldn’t help but think of the classic fairy tale about mermaids.
If he were the prince who fell into the sea, she would gladly save him without hesitation.
Unaware of her thoughts, He Xingwang extended his hand toward her. Sunlight refracted through the water, making his gesture visually striking—as though reaching out not as a man, but as a god.
Chi Suisui reached for his hand, gliding effortlessly closer. Their faces met intimately, her floating hair draping over his like a veil.
It lasted mere seconds.
From afar, the photographer watched the scene unfold, awestruck. To him, it felt less like taking photographs and more like capturing a masterpiece.
Like magazine shoots, good poses alone weren’t enough—it required lighting, environment, and everything else working harmoniously.
What he saw before him was akin to a meticulously crafted painting.
He couldn’t imagine adding anything to improve it.
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Of course, things weren’t always smooth sailing.
To ensure variety in the final selection, each scene required multiple shots. After surfacing from the water, Chi Suisui caught her breath, tasting the salty seawater that inevitably entered her mouth.
Her wet hair clung tightly to her body, prompting her to complain, “This stickiness is unbearable.”
“Close your eyes.”
He Xingwang gently wiped the seawater from around her eyes using a tissue handed to him by an assistant. “Open them now.”
“Did you ruin my makeup?” she teased.
Though waterproof, even the best products had their limits.
“I didn’t press hard,” He Xingwang replied lightly, teasing back. “Are you really that insecure about your makeup?”
“This is called reasonable doubt,” she shot back.
The two stood there chatting casually.
The photographer hesitated between interrupting or waiting patiently for them to finish.
Fortunately, Chi Suisui turned around. “Let’s continue shooting.”
Wrapping her arms around He Xingwang’s neck, she intertwined her legs with his, her intricate dress enveloping them both.
He Xingwang’s refined features softened as he gazed down at her.
The photographer thought to himself, I never instructed this pose...
The first day’s work was minimal, mainly to acclimate to the photo-taking process. Everything went smoothly, and they returned to shore by 3 p.m.
After drying off, Chi Suisui finally opened her phone.
While He Xingwang freshened up, she headed downstairs to grab a bite.
Su Mian gave her the usual update on the news agency’s affairs but couldn’t resist asking, “Boss Sui, did you take your wedding photos? Can I sneak a peek?”
She clearly wanted to use her privileged position!
Chi Suisui sat in the restaurant, a white sandy beach visible just beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. As evening approached, the tide slowly crept in.
“The photos haven’t been edited yet.”
“Does Boss Sui’s face even need editing?” Su Mian flattered instantly. “And of course, God He doesn’t need retouching either!”
Flattery worked wonders on Chi Suisui.
The photographer had sent her a few raw shots, which she forwarded to Su Mian, albeit compressed slightly.
Even then, Su Mian stared at them for ages.
She knew Chi Suisui was beautiful—she’d realized that when they first met at university—but nothing prepared her for the impact of these photos.
Su Mian could easily imagine the shockwaves if these images were released publicly. For now, though, she had the privilege of admiring them first.
“What are you looking at?”
He Xingwang entered, holding a bottle of red wine.
“Su Mian asked for our wedding photos.” Chi Suisui handed him her glass, signaling for him to pour some. “I’m letting her see them now.”
“What did she say?” He Xingwang asked curiously.
“You’re actually interested in others’ opinions?” Chi Suisui was surprised. “Aren’t you usually indifferent?”
“...”
He Xingwang looked at her calmly and spoke earnestly. “Marriage is a significant event in my life, and these photos include me—I naturally care.”
His reasoning made sense.
“She said I’m beautiful and you’re handsome,” Chi Suisui relayed.
Hearing this, He Xingwang asked, “That’s it?”
Chi Suisui tilted her head, amused. “What else did you expect to hear?”
“Nothing,” He Xingwang replied, sipping his wine leisurely. “I just think her ability goes beyond such simple compliments.”
Chi Suisui couldn’t help but smile.
After eating a piece of steak, she continued, “According to Su Mian, she’s speechless because of how stunning the photos are, but she feels compelled to comment anyway.”
“Aren’t I beautiful? Aren’t you handsome?”
Chi Suisui blinked at him.
Dressed in a bathrobe, too lazy to change into sleepwear, her half-dried hair draped loosely behind her, making her appear far gentler and more intellectual than usual.
“You’re very beautiful,” He Xingwang locked eyes with her.
As for Su Mian’s praise, it was pleasant to hear but not necessarily meaningful.
He Xingwang hadn’t interacted with Su Mian often; most of his impressions came from Chi Suisui’s descriptions. He knew she was one of his fans.
And fans, in his experience, excelled at saying flattering things.
Still, the most effusive praise came from his father-in-law.
He Xingwang knew Qi Xincheng adored Chi Suisui. His memories of his father-in-law were of someone serious—until the concert incident.
That image had completely shattered.
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After dinner, Chi Suisui and He Xingwang strolled along the beach to digest their meal.
Nearby, only the sound of lapping waves accompanied them, while soft lights spilled onto the sand behind them. Moonlight cascaded down, detaching them from city noise and calming their hearts.
A bench stood ahead.
Chi Suisui leaned against it, sitting silently beside He Xingwang for a while. Eventually, bored with the view, she turned to look at him.
He sat quietly, utterly serene.
Chi Suisui reached out and poked his cheek. “Is it really that fun to look at?”
Unlike her elastic skin, his felt firmer.
He Xingwang turned his head, and Chi Suisui’s finger accidentally landed on his lips, pressing them slightly inward.
Now it felt soft.
“Is it really that fun?” he echoed her question.
“Who knew you’d suddenly turn your head,” Chi Suisui retracted her hand, unbothered by her actions.
He Xingwang sighed.
Changing the subject, Chi Suisui said, “Come to think of it, you’ve been retired for several months now.”
“Less than four months,” He Xingwang confirmed.
Time flew by. News from the Shooting Sports Center in August revolved around the Olympics. By now, a world championship had passed, and preparations for another competition were underway.
Meanwhile, he had fully transitioned into a new chapter of life.
“I’m getting sleepy,” Chi Suisui rested her head on his shoulder. “He Xingwang, when you were little, did you ever think, ‘This kid has quite the temper’?”
Though their age gap wasn’t large, it still existed.
When He Xingwang began forming memories, Chi Suisui was too young to leave much impression. Her personality—clear-cut likes and dislikes, high standards for her belongings—seemed normal to her but exasperating to adults.
Elders often described her as difficult yet lovable.
“Not particularly,” He Xingwang recalled faintly. “I don’t remember you losing your temper.”
Whether she specifically avoided anger around him or simply never lost her temper at all, he couldn’t recall.
He only remembered what he chose to remember.
“Maybe it’s because you were too good-looking. I’ve always been gentle with beautiful people or things,” Chi Suisui smirked.
“Are you complimenting me? Thank you,” He Xingwang accepted graciously, his voice resonating softly against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
“Aren’t you going to be modest?” Chi Suisui tilted her head to look at him.
“There’s no need to be modest about facts,” He Xingwang stated matter-of-factly. “Others think the same.”
What started as a casual compliment left Chi Suisui momentarily speechless.
Rarely did she hear him admit something so openly, and she found it oddly endearing.
They had known each other since childhood, growing familiar with each other’s habits and quirks, able to predict the other’s actions—a默契 built over years.
This was different from couples who fell in love as adults.
Looking back at the years before marriage, even during the period when feelings remained unspoken, they had already experienced the typical phases of dating. Post-marriage, they focused on building a life together.
Love—or liking—had long been evident in their actions.
Had they disliked each other, they wouldn’t have married so easily. Neither of them was the type to accept life decisions dictated by others.
Only mutual willingness led them here.
In the tranquil environment, drowsiness crept in. Leaning on his shoulder, surrounded by his familiar scent, Chi Suisui closed her eyes within moments.
A gentle breeze swept across the shore.
Just as He Xingwang was about to suggest heading back, he turned and saw Chi Suisui’s closed eyes, her long lashes curled upward like fans. He froze, unmoving for a long while.
Minutes passed.
Under the moonlight, He Xingwang gently lifted her into his arms and carried her back to their room, guided by the soft glow of the pathway lights.
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