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The online interpretation of the phrase “Suisui was quite tired yesterday” had veered all the way to Siberia, and He Xingwang’s persona reached new heights in the public imagination.
So God He was this direct in private?
Of course, He Xingwang couldn’t have anticipated the twisted logic of the production team or the netizens.
Although he knew beforehand that the show would be live-streamed, he was accustomed to global broadcasts from his competition days and interviews. It didn’t feel particularly special to him.
Thus, when the production team mentioned it, he remained completely calm.
The program would first stream live for several hours, after which it would be edited into a two-hour episode for general release.
Because of the “one hour” He Xingwang mentioned, the production team ultimately adjusted the placement of the cameras.
He Xingwang poured them water and said, “I’ll go change clothes.”
Without another word, he headed upstairs.
The production team: “...”
First time dealing with such a willful guest.
Some staff members initially considered following him up, but remembering He Xingwang wasn’t just any ordinary celebrity, they hesitated and stayed put.
The second floor, accessible via the staircase, left everyone itching with curiosity.
They whispered to the director from behind, “Are we just waiting here?”
In typical shoots, they held the reins, sometimes even setting tasks for the celebrity couples to enhance the variety show vibe.
“Where else would you go if you’re not waiting?” the director countered, then asked, “How are the viewer numbers and comments looking right now?”
“Just increased by tens of thousands. The comments keep flooding in… They’re all discussing what God He said earlier,” the staff member whispered.
The director was satisfied.
He Xingwang had spoken those words himself. Since the discussion was high, there was no need to intervene as long as the audience enjoyed it.
When He Xingwang entered the room, Chi Suisui was sound asleep, her pillow lying where he had rested.
He washed up and changed into casual loungewear.
Since the production team hadn’t specified any requirements, he didn’t know what exactly they were filming. If there was no need to change before leaving, he wouldn’t bother.
This routine took more than ten minutes.
When He Xingwang emerged from the walk-in closet, Chi Suisui opened her eyes, leaning against the bed, her long hair cascading down. “Why are you changing clothes?”
“The variety show crew is downstairs,” He Xingwang said.
“Downstairs?”
Chi Suisui’s morning reflexes were a bit slow, repeating the word blankly.
This delayed reaction was endearingly cute, drawing an extra glance from He Xingwang.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” Chi Suisui sat up, swinging her legs off the bed. “How long have they been here?”
“Not long,” He Xingwang replied.
Chi Suisui sighed in relief.
“Less than half an hour.”
“...”
Standing on the rug, Chi Suisui shot He Xingwang a reproachful look.
Since she had agreed to this variety show, she intended to give it her best. Moreover, her face would be broadcast, and she didn’t want videos of her “black history” circulating online in the future.
Chi Suisui’s cultivation as a socialite was impeccable, and her journalistic instincts kicked in. From washing up to changing clothes, it took only a short while.
She even applied makeup—for the camera.
While lining her eyes, He Xingwang’s voice drifted over calmly, “Should I head downstairs?”
Through the mirror, Chi Suisui spotted the mark she’d left on his neck and called out, “Wait.”
She dropped the eyeliner pen and walked over.
“You went downstairs like this?” she pointed to the mark.
“What about it?” He Xingwang chuckled lightly.
“What do you think?” Chi Suisui pressed on his Adam’s apple, feeling its hardness. “The whole world probably assumes what we did last night.”
But in reality, nothing had happened last night.
He Xingwang gazed at her steadily, his emotions unreadable, and said softly, “Isn’t everything between a married couple normal?”
“...”
Chi Suisui found herself unable to refute him.
She laughed instead, the corner of her eye exuding a stunning charm.
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Downstairs, the production team filmed parts of the house, speculating when He Xingwang would descend.
[God He has vanished.]
[Did he go back to sleep?]
[Maybe he wanted a morning kiss hahaha.]
[Production team: Panic mode—what should I film now?!]
In less than half an hour, netizens had thoroughly dissected Bai’an Mansion online.
While munching on gossip, they also basked in the joy of wealth.
Just as they discussed, He Xingwang appeared on the stairs, walking toward them like a scene from a movie. His long legs were incredibly captivating.
However, after waiting for so long, they saw him alone.
Was Chi Suisui really going to sleep for another hour?
The production team exchanged glances, watching as He Xingwang headed to the kitchen, tied on an apron, rolled up his sleeves, and began preparing breakfast with a calm demeanor.
Someone spoke up, “God He, are you making breakfast?”
“Isn’t my action obvious enough?” He Xingwang continued without pausing, then recalled something. “Or are we supposed to provide commentary for this kind of show?”
It was a normal question.
But the live chat exploded with laughter.
[Not a competition—why the commentary hahahaha.]
[Welcome to A Bite of China: Home Edition !]
[This BGM can be added later—arrange it immediately.]
[God He: Cooking for my wife is the most important thing.]
The production team naturally shook their heads.
Receiving his answer, He Xingwang didn’t ask further.
The ingredients were delivered by the housekeeper yesterday. Whether they ate at home or out today, they had to consider the context of the show.
Footsteps echoed from the stairs.
Chi Suisui descended slowly, her dress swaying elegantly in the air, revealing her slender, straight calves.
The audience was blindsided by her beauty.
Chi Suisui greeted the camera and then went to the kitchen to ask He Xingwang, “What’s for breakfast today?”
“What do you want to eat?” He Xingwang asked.
“I’ll eat whatever you make,” Chi Suisui teased with a wink.
Though it was true, her deliberately flirtatious tone made He Xingwang pause briefly before breaking into a smile.
The production team shivered collectively.
The viewers in front of the live stream burst into laughter.
[If this were anyone else, I’d slap them.]
[+1 But since it’s Suisui, my heart melts.]
[Turns out I don’t dislike flirting—I dislike other people flirting ahhhhh!]
[A beautiful person can say anything cheesy and still sound good.]
This breakfast was no different from their usual routine, but the audience watching felt differently.
Do other families eat breakfast this beautifully?
The production team had eaten simply upon arrival, but watching these two turn breakfast into a gourmet feast made them envious to the point of dizziness.
Until Chi Suisui cheerfully extended an invitation: “Do you want to stay here and watch God He in the morning, or would you like to head upstairs?”
He Xingwang simply looked at her, showing no dissatisfaction.
[???]
[God He, such a pitiful man—his wife eats and runs.]
[Adults want both!]
After a few seconds of hesitation, the production team decisively chose to go upstairs!
Not going up would’ve been foolish!
The cameras split into two groups: one followed upstairs, while the rest stayed downstairs to continue filming.
Chi Suisui acted like a tour guide: “This is our bedroom, this is another room… This is the study, this is my music room, and the others are guest rooms, etc. Oh, the third floor has a terrace and gym—nothing much to see.”
Live stream viewers: ??
How was there nothing to see? They wanted to see!
However, Chi Suisui didn’t give them the chance.
Her music room housed various instruments. While she publicly identified as a cellist, her repertoire extended beyond that.
Music was universal.
Netizens who had their worldview refreshed by the array of instruments were speechless, especially after Chi Suisui performed a few pieces.
Rich people always had so many hobbies.
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In reality, there wasn’t much drama during the filming at home.
Everything changed at noon.
A knock sounded at the door. When Chi Suisui opened it, she saw Qi Churui standing outside, holding a small bucket.
He had come to deliver fish.
Qi Churui rarely paid attention to the internet and was unaware of the live stream. “Sis.”
“Come in,” Chi Suisui said.
As Qi Churui entered the living room and saw the crowd of people and equipment, he froze momentarily.
This stunned expression was captured perfectly by the cameras.
The lively young man, compared to his appearance after the college entrance exam, had matured but remained endearing.
[Ahhhh, little brother is here!]
[The younger brother is so cute—did he freeze upon seeing the cameras?]
[Other people’s brothers—so frustrating, I want to kidnap him in a sack and bring him home.]
[Seeing this, I glanced at my brother currently gaming.]
Qi Churui snapped back to reality and asked, “Are you filming a show?”
Chi Suisui nodded, asking, “Why did you think to bring fish?”
“They were delivered today,” Qi Churui explained seriously. “Aunt Song was supposed to come, but I came instead.”
He didn’t enjoy crowds or being filmed.
After greeting He Xingwang as “brother-in-law,” he sat for a while and left, completely unfazed by the live stream audience clamoring for him.
“I’ll cook fish for you today,” Chi Suisui tapped the bucket.
The fish inside jumped, splashing water.
He Xingwang smiled faintly, “Alright.”
By now, the viewers had seen He Xingwang smile so much that they went from screaming to getting used to it.
When Chi Suisui took out the fish, she furrowed her brows slightly, finding the fishy smell unpleasant.
But she didn’t dwell on it. Fortunately, the smell wasn’t too strong, and her decade-long cooking skills remained consistent.
Her actions were flashy, yet precise.
The result, when served, seemed to recreate a scene from a year ago—albeit more colorful.
[??]
[That’s how the clownfish came to be...]
[Hahahahaha this is too funny!]
[This is what they call thinking it’s a pro-level dish, but it’s actually bronze-tier.]
With just this clownfish, Chi Suisui had once trended and earned the persona of a poor, hardworking female college student.
Looking back, it was almost nostalgic.
Chi Suisui’s culinary skills seemed misplaced elsewhere; only this fish gave off a visually jarring effect.
At first glance, everyone assumed the taste wouldn’t be great.
Chi Suisui leaned on the table, resting her cheek on her hand. “I forgot that you can now eat all sorts of seasonings. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have turned out like this.”
“As long as it tastes good,” He Xingwang remained calm.
Watching him eat the clownfish without batting an eye, everyone’s expressions were hard to describe—
Was God He lying through his teeth?
However, the truth was that He Xingwang genuinely ate the clownfish and said, “It’s pretty tasty.”
Audience: ?
They couldn’t see what was tasty about it.
Some thought more deeply, especially about Chi Suisui’s earlier comment. Her ability to remember what He Xingwang could and couldn’t eat earned their admiration.
Midway through, Chi Suisui tasted a bite, frowned, swallowed reluctantly, and didn’t touch the fish again.
Having skipped work in the morning for the show, she needed to go to the office in the afternoon.
While He Xingwang went upstairs to change, Chi Suisui sat in a chair and chatted casually with the audience: “Why do I work? Of course, to make money.”
It wasn’t the real reason, but there was no need to say it was for life experience—it might leave a bad impression.
Chi Suisui smiled faintly, “No one dislikes having more money, right?”
Seeing a comment asking to see He Xingwang change clothes, she shook her head and replied with squinted eyes, “Eyes shouldn’t see what’s improper.”
[If you dare to change clothes, you dare to let us see!]
[I have a friend who wants to ask, Suisui, why were you so tired yesterday?]
[Let’s not look—I’m afraid the show might get banned on the spot.]
Finding it too boring downstairs, Chi Suisui eventually went upstairs.
She first opened the walk-in closet door, peeked in, and confirmed that He Xingwang was fully dressed and hadn’t exposed anything inappropriate before relaxing.
Her husband, of course, was for her eyes only.
The first thing everyone saw was the luxurious walk-in closet, nearly blinding them with its opulence. It looked like a room full of money.
Poor netizens shed tears.
Hearing the noise, He Xingwang turned around. He had already changed into a white shirt, with an untied tie hanging loosely around his neck.
The bright light of the closet accentuated his tall figure.
His head lowered, he tugged at the tie. His fingers were long, his knuckles distinct, his wrist delicate, and his skin a striking white. The lines of his hands were exquisite when he moved.
Seeing this scene, it wasn’t just the netizens whose eyes went wide—even Chi Suisui couldn’t tear her gaze away.
The screen filled with screams of “Ahhhh!”
[This moment! I’m dead!]
[Holy crap, my eyes have been saved!]
[Sobbing, such a sexy God He—Suisui is so lucky to see this every day.]
“How did you end up here?” He Xingwang’s voice was clear and cool.
“Saw you taking too long upstairs.” Chi Suisui stepped forward to tie a Windsor knot for him. Due to its slight imperfection, paired with He Xingwang’s aura, it appeared subtly playful.
He lowered his head, gazing at her curled lashes.
Once done, Chi Suisui released her hands. Looking up and realizing he was staring at her, she quickly leaned in for a peck and retreated just as fast.
Live stream viewers: ??
[Holy crap holy crap???]
[Don’t think we didn’t see you two sneak a kiss!]
[God He, I command you to kiss her! Kiss her to death!]
[This is a bonus! Sisters!]
[Suisui: As long as I’m fast enough, no one will notice we kissed.]
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