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Chi Suisui and He Xingwang’s wedding lasted an entire week.
Of course, the media reporters left the island on the second day, so any subsequent news came from guests who shared tidbits privately. These updates didn’t dominate public platforms like Weibo.
The stocks of both Qi Corporation and He Corporation rose by several points, not to mention their various products. The advertising effect surpassed even that of celebrities.
Upon returning home, the first snow of the season fell.
In less than two months, it was already the New Year—a time when families gathered together. This marked the second Lunar New Year Chi Suisui and He Xingwang would spend together as a married couple.
Each family celebrated with dinner at different times. Chi Suisui and He Xingwang started with lunch at the Qi household.
After the meal, Chi Meiyan pulled Chi Suisui aside for a private chat. “Now that the wedding is over and you’ve been married for nearly a year, when do you plan to have a child?”
“Isn’t this something that depends on fate?” Chi Suisui replied with a smile.
“I know your thoughts well.” Chi Meiyan tapped her forehead lightly. “If you don’t want one, just say so in advance.”
Chi Suisui shook her head. “Of course not.”
She didn’t dislike children—in fact, she liked them quite a bit.
For someone who wanted her own child, all the pain endured during pregnancy and childbirth could vanish instantly upon hearing the baby’s first cry.
Chi Meiyan said, “Alright, as long as you’re clear about what you want.”
On their way back, He Xingwang asked, “What did Mom talk to you about?”
“What do you think it might be?” Chi Suisui teased.
“Children,” He Xingwang answered calmly, looking at her. “Tonight, my mom will probably bring it up too.”
“When do you want to have kids?” Chi Suisui pressed further.
“It doesn’t matter to me.” He Xingwang didn’t hesitate long before adding, “That doesn’t mean I take this lightly.”
Seeing his earnest expression, Chi Suisui couldn’t help but laugh.
Sure enough, that evening at the He residence, Jiang Huiming and the matriarch brought up the topic of having children.
Elders always hoped their children would start families early.
“If you don’t want to raise the child yourselves, you can leave it here,” Jiang Huiming glanced at He Xingwang. “But ultimately, it’s up to you.”
“We’re planning accordingly,” He Xingwang interjected. “No need to rush.”
“As long as you have a plan, that’s fine.”
Jiang Huiming was merely habitually nagging. After all, she had nothing better to do at home besides playing mahjong with her friends. Lately, one of her mahjong buddies had become a grandmother and constantly bragged about it, leaving Jiang Huiming frustrated—and envious—after losing multiple games.
Envy made her more eager to push her own children toward parenthood.
He Xingwang and Chi Suisui stayed for a few hours before returning to Bai’an Mansion around nine o’clock. Snow had fallen earlier in the evening but had since stopped, blanketing the roads and trees outside in pristine white.
Chi Suisui’s phone buzzed with New Year greetings.
In their social circle, messages were rarely generic mass texts. Each greeting represented the sender’s identity, potentially paving the way for future favors.
“When should we have a child?” Chi Suisui suddenly asked.
Amidst the lively chatter coming from the TV in the living room, He Xingwang was momentarily caught off guard. Furrowing his brows slightly, he replied, “Perhaps in another month.”
Chi Suisui had expected him to defer to her opinion. Curious now, she prodded, “Why wait another month? What difference does it make?”
He Xingwang gazed into her bright, star-like eyes and spoke slowly, “I think giving birth during hot weather would be uncomfortable.”
“...”
For a moment, Chi Suisui wasn’t sure whether he was genuinely concerned for her or seriously considering this possibility. Had he been lost in thought over this?
Clearing her throat, she teased, “Even if I were diagnosed today, the timing wouldn’t result in a summer birth.”
A few seconds later, He Xingwang asked, “Is that so?”
Seeing his expression, Chi Suisui burst into laughter, patting his chin. “Little He, your homework isn’t done yet. You still need to try harder.”
Just then, the clock struck midnight.
“Happy New Year,” Chi Suisui said.
“Happy New Year,” He Xingwang murmured before brushing his lips against hers.
It was a feather-light kiss, ticklish and fleeting. Unable to suppress a giggle, Chi Suisui playfully nudged him twice.
The corners of He Xingwang’s lips curved upward, his gaze brimming with tenderness.
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With the start of the New Year, everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.
Chi Suisui handed out New Year red envelopes to her employees. Generous as always, her bonuses ranked among the best in the industry.
Excited employees flooded their social media feeds with posts.
Finding such a great boss wasn’t easy.
Responsible for covering New Year-related news, reporters mentioned this generous act in articles on the official WeChat account and Weibo. They praised Chi Suisui to no end.
Within half an hour, word spread across the internet that Chi Suisui had given out hefty red envelopes.
What were the most popular New Year wishes? Aside from romance, it was wealth.
[So jealous, so jealous, so jealous!]
[Is it too late to apply after the holidays? I used to work at my school’s broadcasting station!]
[Suisui, look at me! I managed confession walls!]
[What use are these jobs? I won a city-level essay prize—I’m definitely qualified!]
[I don’t need a big red envelope; even a small one would do!]
[I want to experience receiving thousands in holiday bonuses too…]
[Does Suisui still need someone to serve tea and water?]
[Think about my boss, who gave us nothing—not even a penny—and even threatened to withhold wages. People really shouldn’t compare themselves to others :).]
This buzz lasted for two or three days.
When Chi Suisui and He Xingwang went out for dinner after the holidays, she deliberately dressed down to avoid recognition.
Unfortunately, unless the man beside her wore a mask, there was no escaping being identified as God He.
As expected, they were photographed mid-meal again.
[Submission, code. Today, I saw God He on Renmin Road! There was a woman next to him—it must’ve been Chi Suisui. The couple seemed to be out for dinner, holding hands the whole time. So sweet!]
The blogger included a photo.
In the image, Chi Suisui wore a puffy down jacket, a scarf covering her chin and mouth, along with sunglasses and a hat—essentially concealing every inch of her face.
[If it weren’t for God He, I wouldn’t believe that was Chi Suisui.]
[Suisui: All my efforts to stay low-key ruined by my husband.]
[Look at the bewildered expressions of passersby while God He looked utterly expressionless—even a little exasperated hahahaha.]
[Is this the first time Suisui has worn such a loose down jacket? She usually wears coats. Could she be pregnant?]
Where there’s a topic, there’s discussion.
It had been over a month since the wedding. If she had conceived immediately afterward, it was plausible for her to show signs of pregnancy by now.
#ChiSuisuiPregnant quickly overshadowed the sighting of He Xingwang, climbing to the top of trending topics.
Chi Suisui hadn’t paid much attention to the news recently because there wasn’t much happening during the holidays. She learned about the pregnancy rumors only when Su Mian called to ask.
“Boss Sui, are you really pregnant?”
Song Miaoli echoed the same question.
The three decided to hop on a video call.
“Who said I’m pregnant?” Chi Suisui countered. “There’s absolutely no truth to it. How can a journalist like you believe fake news?”
Su Mian pouted. “But online analyses seem so convincing.”
Song Miaoli remained calm. “Not pregnant? Fine. Why scold Little Cotton? Anyway, you’re bound to get there soon enough.”
“...?”
You seem awfully confident.
Chi Suisui checked Weibo herself. Without personal confirmation, those lengthy analytical essays might have convinced her too.
Were netizens really this articulate?
Before she could clarify via her own post, her notifications pinged. It turned out He Xingwang had already tweeted.
[@HeXingwang: Rumor debunked. Currently working hard. //DesperateToEatHotPot: If Chi Suisui isn’t pregnant, I’ll get pregnant just to prove it!]
The comment section exploded.
[Hahahaha, hurry up and get pregnant for us to see!]
[Did God He intentionally pick this comment to reply? Classic move!]
[Hurry up and put in the effort—it’s been a year since your marriage!]
[A motherly figure shedding tears.]
[God He: Since the blogger wants to entertain everyone by getting pregnant, I’ll oblige.]
[First laugh of the New Year hahahaha!]
[Blogger: Time to abandon my account and run away.]
[First time realizing how mischievous God He is.]
[Have you never seen God He’s hidden talents? Clearly a sly man. Suisui, I suspect you’re completely under his thumb.]
Chi Suisui wondered why she hadn’t noticed how thoroughly “eaten” she was.
Could it not be that He Xingwang was the one completely under her thumb?
However, with this clarification, while everyone believed Chi Suisui wasn’t pregnant, anticipation for when she would be only grew stronger.
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Perhaps because of their immense popularity, a variety show reached out to them.
At the time, Chi Suisui was having afternoon tea with Song Miaoli and Su Mian when the call came in. “Is this Suisui?”
Since fans affectionately called her “Suisui,” others often did the same as a sign of politeness or friendliness.
Chi Suisui replied, “Yes, it’s me.”
“Great, Suisui,” the caller began, launching into an elaborate explanation. “I’m the producer of Bedtime Chats , and we’d like to invite you and God He to appear on our show.”
Chi Suisui had no recollection of this program.
She rarely watched TV dramas, focusing only on news-related content, which gave her a general understanding of plots and other happenings. As for variety shows, she paid even less attention.
“We’re extending a sincere invitation,” the caller continued, sensing her silence. “If you and God He are unavailable, you could just record one episode as a trial. Many fans are eager to see your married life.”
Seeing that Chi Suisui hadn’t responded, the caller pressed on.
“Moreover, since God He’s retirement, he hasn’t appeared much in public, and everyone misses him dearly. You can take a few days to consider—we don’t need an answer right now.”
Chi Suisui hummed softly. “Alright.”
She didn’t outright reject the offer. After hanging up, she met the curious gazes of her two companions.
“A couple-oriented variety show invited me and He Xingwang to participate,” Chi Suisui said, taking a sip of coffee. “We can temporarily commit to just one episode.”
Su Mian immediately chimed in, “Go for it!”
Song Miaoli echoed, “Go for it!”
Su Mian elaborated, “If you don’t want to, Boss Sui, then it’s fine. But I really hope you’ll do it—I, along with the fans, would love to see more of your married life with God He.”
After all, she and Chi Suisui weren’t glued to each other 24/7. How could daily interactions compare to what they’d see on a variety show?
Who wouldn’t want to watch?!
If she weren’t sitting across from Boss Sui, she might have screamed for a full minute.
Song Miaoli’s reasoning was simpler: “Sis, just go. Once it’s recorded, I can watch how you and He Xingwang interact—it’ll give me and Xiao Gu some insights for our future married life.”
“...?”
Chi Suisui shot her a glare.
Because of this variety show invitation, Chi Suisui parted ways with them early to consult He Xingwang. After all, it wouldn’t be appropriate to decline on behalf of both of them without discussing it first.
She assumed He Xingwang would flatly refuse, but to her surprise, after nearly half a minute of silence, he nodded. “Alright.”
Chi Suisui eyed him suspiciously. “Are you sure?”
He Xingwang calmly confirmed, “I’m sure.”
Leaning closer, Chi Suisui asked, “Based on your personality, you don’t seem like someone who’d agree so easily. Why did you decide so quickly?”
“Not quick at all,” He Xingwang countered. “I thought about it for several seconds.”
“...?” Chi Suisui was speechless.
Naturally, with his consent, the variety show was officially accepted, with a tentative commitment to just one episode.
The filming was scheduled for the following week, and it would be live-streamed.
Many variety shows had adopted this format recently, especially those featuring celebrity couples, as it attracted significant attention.
On Friday, the official Weibo account of Bedtime Chats announced the final participating couple.
[Official Weibo of Bedtime Chats: #BedtimeChats# Curious about the nighttime chats of celebrity couples? Want a peek into their married lives? The final couple @HeXingwang @ChiSuisui This winter, cozy up in bed and enjoy the show! ]
Accompanying the post were past photos of Chi Suisui and He Xingwang.
Once posted, it caused an uproar.
[????]
[In my lifetime, I get to see their variety show?!]
[Ahhhh is Little Bed this impressive? Suisui didn’t reject this time?]
[I want to watch! Hurry up and air it!]
[I’m already in bed, just waiting for Suisui and God He’s bedtime chat!]
The production team didn’t even need to promote heavily; the variety show became a hit overnight. The previous six episodes filmed paled in comparison to the buzz generated by this single announcement.
The producer shed tears of joy online.
So, a week later, on the day of filming, they were beyond excited. Bright and early, before sunrise, the crew set off for Bai’an Mansion.
Until now, their address had never been publicly disclosed.
By the time they arrived at Bai’an Mansion, it was already 8 a.m., and the live stream had already amassed 100,000 viewers, with numbers steadily climbing by the thousands.
[Damn, I’m envious of this house!]
[Director, pan the camera more—let us see the mansion!]
[Just checked—the price of this place is enough to kill me :).]
[Suisui is truly wealthy!]
Aside from the audience, the main stars themselves had forgotten about the variety show entirely.
Recently, there had been many national events, and Chi Suisui had been busy drafting news articles for her agency over the past two days. These pieces couldn’t afford any errors, so she had stayed up until the middle of the night.
Her first-ever late night coincided with this early morning.
Thus, when the doorbell rang downstairs, Chi Suisui was annoyed. She nudged He Xingwang. “He Xingwang.”
“...”
“You go open the door.”
He Xingwang glanced at Chi Suisui, who had buried her ears under a pillow, and silently went downstairs in his loungewear.
Upon seeing unfamiliar faces outside, he furrowed his brows. It wasn’t until he spotted the cameras that he suddenly remembered, letting them in.
The production team, shivering in the cold wind, almost started chatting with the live stream comments while waiting. Finally, they entered the courtyard and headed straight for the villa’s entrance.
[That painting hanging on the wall! Worth an entire house!]
[This is my dream house ahhh! I’ve already taken a hundred screenshots for reference when I decorate mine.]
[My eyes are tired from staring!]
[To be honest, I want to move in and never leave!]
As the staff entered, the camera panned, revealing He Xingwang emerging from the kitchen with a glass of water.
“You’re here so early,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse from just waking up.
The live stream audience watched as He Xingwang tilted his head back to drink, his Adam’s apple moving, accentuating the faint red mark on his neck.
The screen exploded with white text and exclamation marks.
[First time seeing God He in casual mode!!]
[Today, Wei will definitely do 800 sit-ups in the crematorium!]
[God He is absolutely stunning! Even without makeup, he’s always handsome!]
[I want to see Suisui! I’ve watched countless videos of God He—I want to see what Suisui is like in real life.]
A staff member gently reminded, “God He, we’ve already started the live stream—”
He Xingwang didn’t respond, remaining calm, leaving the production team unsure whether he was displeased with the live broadcast or simply indifferent.
“You can sit down for now and wait,” He Xingwang gestured politely.
The production team members shook their heads vigorously—they didn’t dare sit. “It’s fine, we don’t need to sit. We’ll just stand and film.”
He Xingwang shook his head. “Standing for an hour will tire you out.”
The production team: “...?”
Seeing their confusion, He Xingwang explained again, “Suisui is still asleep. She was quite exhausted yesterday, so I hope you’ll understand.”
He was merely stating the facts.
But in the ears of others, it seemed to carry additional implications.
The expressions of the production team shifted from “??” to “!!”. Some even gaped, unsure if they should ask their next question.
God He’s interviews were usually brief, and their impression of him was that of a stern personality. Could it be that God He himself was actually this... unrestrained?
Had they been blinded by preconceptions?
The live stream chat erupted once again.
[Am I too impure-minded, or what’s going on?]
[Publicly driving the ship!]
[Production team: Trembling with fear of getting censored.]
[Don’t overthink it—maybe Suisui was tired from cleaning the entire house yesterday for today’s show—okay, I can’t make excuses anymore.]
[Everyone, sit down and listen carefully!]
[I want to hear the specifics of why Suisui was tired last night. God He, you can elaborate another 200 words!!]
[Do I really lack those few minutes of God He’s reflection time?]
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