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Chi Suisui woke up again in the middle of the night.
She had slept for several hours and was about to get up to freshen up when she accidentally brushed against the arm of the person beside her. Before she could move further, she was gently pulled back.
Chi Suisui assumed He Xingwang had woken up, but when she turned her head, she saw his eyes were still closed. His brows faintly furrowed, likely disturbed by her earlier movement.
Was he sleeping so deeply?
Chi Suisui reached out and lightly pressed her finger to the center of his brow. Under her gentle touch, the crease quickly smoothed away.
Only then did she carefully remove his hand and tiptoe off the bed.
Fortunately, the room’s soundproofing was excellent. When Chi Suisui emerged from the bathroom, the man on the bed seemed undisturbed.
She lay back down in her original spot, and within seconds, the hand she had just moved returned to its previous position.
“He Xingwang?”
Chi Suisui instinctively called out.
There was no response, only the steady rhythm of his breathing near her ear.
Deciding not to dwell on it, Chi Suisui settled comfortably into He Xingwang’s embrace, though sleep now eluded her.
This was perhaps the quietest moment they’d shared that evening, especially in such a secluded location—it felt as if only the two of them existed.
Tranquil years couldn’t be better than this.
She reached for her phone, dimming the brightness to the lowest setting.
Her WeChat messages were piling up. Naturally, their simultaneous absence had sparked speculation among those in their circle.
Back in August, Song Miaoli and Gu Nanxuan had both been exposed during an auction incident and were now in the throes of a passionate romance. Their wedding was also on the horizon.
Song Miaoli had recently been selecting an auspicious wedding date, poring over almanacs and sharing odd musings in their group chat.
Su Mian occasionally chimed in.
As for Chi Suisui, she either agreed or teased.
Song Miaoli: [Suisui, how are the wedding photos going? ]
Chi Suisui: [Pretty good. ]
Song Miaoli: [Remember to keep me updated—share your wisdom! ]
Chi Suisui replied: [You and Gu just finalized things. There’s at least half a year until your wedding—you’ll forget by then. ]
Song Miaoli wasn’t having it: [You’re the first one getting married! I’ve already picked out my bridesmaid dress—take a look #picture. ]
She sent over a gown design.
Chi Suisui had originally planned to let them choose their own outfits, as long as the color scheme matched. She hadn’t expected Song Miaoli to take charge so thoroughly, selecting an entire set.
It wasn’t much—just a few pieces.
Her bridesmaids were few and close friends, so there was no need for grandeur. Similarly, He Xingwang’s groomsmen were minimal.
The two were perfectly matched.
Chi Suisui responded with a simple “Okay,” intending to add more flattering words, when a warm body pressed against her from behind.
She froze.
“Not sleeping yet?” He Xingwang had likely just woken up; his voice was hoarse, his breath brushing against her shoulder.
“Did I wake you?” Chi Suisui whispered.
Another message from Song Miaoli lit up her screen, keeping it illuminated. Without hesitation, He Xingwang took the phone from her hand. “Do you want to show up tomorrow with dark circles for the wedding photos?”
“...”
His reasoning was irrefutable.
Beauty sleep was an indispensable part of Chi Suisui’s life. Even when busy, she made sure to sleep before eleven o’clock.
Glancing at the phone now resting on the bedside table, far out of her reach unless she climbed over He Xingwang, she sighed in resignation.
There was nothing to do but leave poor Dr. Song hanging.
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The next morning, sunlight streamed brightly through the windows.
Chi Suisui sat on the bed, watching He Xingwang emerge from the bathroom, his expression calm. “Do you remember what happened last night?”
She was genuinely curious.
“What happened?” He Xingwang asked.
“Last night, you threw my phone.” Chi Suisui pointed to the edge of the cabinet where the phone lay precariously close to falling off.
He Xingwang glanced over. “That wouldn’t exactly qualify as ‘throwing.’”
As for memories of last night, He Xingwang had none—they were hazy at best.
“Would you call it ‘reasonable placement’?” Chi Suisui retrieved her phone and changed the subject. “What theme are we shooting today?”
“We’ll see.”
For this trip, Chi Suisui had selected nearly twenty wedding dresses.
Though he said “we’ll see,” everything proceeded smoothly from that day onward. Within a week, they completed all the planned shots—from underwater scenes to aerial views, capturing every imaginable setting.
Afterward, the photographers left first with the photos, while Chi Suisui and He Xingwang leisurely returned home on the third day.
Online discussions about their whereabouts had been swirling for days.
[My boyfriend works at He Corporation. He says President He hasn’t been to the office for a while—the general manager is handling things.]
[God He definitely wouldn’t skip work without reason hahaha.]
[Could it be… wedding preparations??]
[Such a low-key wedding? The paparazzi must be losing their touch.]
The paparazzi, unexpectedly mentioned: ?
They wanted to follow along, but private jets made tracking impossible. No one knew where they had flown, and funds were insufficient to investigate further.
Ordinarily, they focused most on celebrities.
Celebrity lives held no secrets for them, but high society was different. If someone wanted to hide, they could conceal everything.
After much heated discussion, official confirmation finally came.
Chi Suisui posted the first photo taken underwater during their shoot, tagging He Xingwang—a rare direct interaction between the two.
After He Xingwang reposted it, the announcement was officially shared with the world.
[Damn, I’m late!]
[Seeing this wedding photo makes mine look like trash...]
[Ahhhh, what kind of divine wedding photo is this?!]
[This shows us that a great wedding photo requires not only a skilled photographer but also natural beauty.]
[Suisui’s butterfly bones are too perfect!]
[The composition and lighting are killing me softly—it looks like a movie scene.]
[So God He hasn’t been to the office because of wedding photos. But the question remains: when’s the wedding?]
In the photo, half of Chi Suisui’s face was visible, along with part of He Xingwang’s. Strands of her hair draped across his features, adding to the dreamy, ethereal quality.
Netizens who spent their days scrolling through news online had seen countless posters, photos, and editorials. Their aesthetic standards had been honed to perfection.
But this wedding photo was flawless.
As for the wedding date, Chi Suisui didn’t disclose it.
The wedding planning had spanned six months, and the process was kept entirely private. Even many prominent families in Nancheng only learned the date upon receiving invitations.
Once the invitations were sent, the media caught wind of it.
However, both the He and Qi families placed great importance on this event. While the location was disclosed, it was another private island—entry without permission was prohibited.
In other words, outsiders wouldn’t be able to capture the wedding.
Of course, neither family intended to be completely unyielding. Moreover, Chi Suisui herself owned a news agency. Given their shared industry, they couldn’t afford to be too harsh.
Ultimately, eight media outlets were permitted to attend.
Reporters with credentials were fully accommodated with meals and lodging. Upon arrival, they were greeted by the breathtaking sight of the wedding venue.
This was destined to be a grand affair.
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On the wedding day, before dawn, Chi Suisui was awakened by a knock on her door.
“Suisui, are you awake? If you are, we can start your makeup. We can’t afford to be late today…”
The incessant chatter instantly jolted Chi Suisui awake.
“It’s still dark,” she remarked, glancing at the sky. Her upper body, which had risen slightly, collapsed back onto the bed, her long black hair fanning out.
“If we wait for daylight, it’ll be too late!” The makeup artist exchanged a glance with the photographer beside her. “Suisui, if you don’t get up soon, we’ll break down the door!”
“...”
After a few exchanges, Chi Suisui was wide awake.
She got up to wash her face. As soon as she opened the door, she heard the makeup artist on the phone: “...She’s not out yet—if this drags on, the schedule will be delayed. God He, don’t spoil Suisui too much; she only needs one less hour of sleep.”
“I’m ready,” Chi Suisui announced.
“Suisui’s here!” The makeup artist turned, hurriedly informing He Xingwang on the phone before hanging up.
On such an important day, how could God He indulge Suisui?
Meanwhile, He Xingwang, in his own room, remained expressionless.
The wedding dress had been delivered the previous week and placed in the room. Its pristine white fabric adorned with exquisite embroidery and intricate patterns was breathtaking.
When Song Miaoli opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of Chi Suisui in her wedding gown.
“Sis, run away with me,” she teased, stepping forward. “Don’t let He Xingwang have it easy—he doesn’t know sweet talk or flattery.”
Chi Suisui smirked. “Go tell him yourself.”
Song Miaoli immediately backed down. “Forget it—I’m afraid he’ll shoot me dead.”
Everyone in the room burst into laughter.
Though it was still early, after makeup, the sun was already high. Yet somehow, it felt like the day had barely begun.
Outside, reporters were already sending back waves of images.
[This venue is my dream wedding sobbing...]
[Too beautiful—let me die inside!]
[So many people! Rich people really do stick together.]
[I’ve been scrolling through pictures for half an hour, and the main event still hasn’t started—I want to see Suisui and God He!]
The internet buzzed with excitement, and the island was alive with anticipation.
Song Miaoli rushed in with several young ladies in tow. “Get ready—this is our one chance to prank God He.”
Everyone’s spirits were already running high.
Chi Suisui quirked a smile. “Are you sure about this?”
Song Miaoli waved dismissively. “By tonight, after the wedding night, He Xingwang won’t even remember these trivial matters.”
Someone giggled coyly. “Don’t joke around like that in broad daylight.”
Of course, Song Miaoli and the others didn’t dare go too far. After receiving hefty red envelopes, they were quickly appeased and justified their restraint.
He Xingwang entered the room unscathed.
Inside, Chi Suisui sat on the bed, smiling faintly at him. The voluminous skirt of her wedding dress spread out like a blooming flower.
His gaze softened.
He Xingwang found Chi Suisui’s wedding shoes and helped her put them on.
Outside, Qi Churui stood with a stern expression. Though he admired He Xingwang greatly, he was understandably unhappy at this moment.
In the end, it was he who carried Chi Suisui out.
Chi Suisui leaned against his back, ignoring the commotion around them, and smiled. “Our Churui is all grown up now.”
Qi Churui pursed his lips and gave a slight hum.
“Are you upset that your sister is getting married today?” Chi Suisui pinched his cheek lightly. “Smile for me.”
“...”
Reluctantly, Qi Churui managed a small smile.
From being carried out to the tea ceremony, it felt like the blink of an eye.
The guests and reporters who had waited for so long finally witnessed the main event unfold. Cameras focused on the figures at the end of the red carpet.
Chi Suisui walked arm-in-arm with Qi Xincheng.
Behind them, two flower girls toddled along innocently, scattering petals with trembling hands.
Through the thin veil, Chi Suisui could see the guests, and they could see her. She tightened her grip slightly. “Dad.”
Qi Xincheng asked, “What is it?”
Chi Suisui replied, “Nothing. I just wanted to thank you.”
Qi Xincheng felt a pang in his heart. Patting her hand, he slowly led his daughter forward and handed her over to her husband.
The band began to play.
Sunlight poured down from above, filtered through floral wreaths on stands, casting dappled patterns on the ground. The atmosphere was serene.
He Xingwang, impeccably dressed in a suit, stood at the forefront.
His gaze was fixed solely on Chi Suisui. Extending his hand, he intertwined it tightly with hers, the two facing each other.
By now, the latest video had already reached domestic audiences.
[Ahhh awsl!]
[Seeing the video brought tears to my eyes. After waiting so long, I finally get to witness it!]
[Go, Suisui! I want to see the wedding night!]
[Ladies, tone it down—you might get censored.]
[Even though I knew they were already married, seeing the wedding is still so exciting. I’ll forever be a mole digging through this happiness ahhhh!]
The God He who had once brought glory to the nation now belonged entirely to Chi Suisui.
The officiant stood on the stage, smiling warmly, while the guests below listened quietly.
Under her veil, Chi Suisui smiled at He Xingwang. His dark eyes were deep and unwavering, slightly lowered but never straying.
Through the veil, her beauty resembled the moon veiled by clouds.
Under clear skies and gentle breezes, He Xingwang and Chi Suisui exchanged vows, swapped rings, and shared an intimate kiss under the watchful eyes of all.
In the distance, seagulls traced graceful arcs across the sky.
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