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The netizens were almost killed by Chi Suisui’s antics.
Especially when, after kissing He Xingwang, she turned back to glance at the camera. Meanwhile, He Xingwang himself remained completely calm.
He raised his eyes toward the production team standing not far from the door and, without hesitation, reached out to close the walk-in closet door.
The production team left outside: ???
They had stayed near the entrance because both Chi Suisui and He Xingwang were inside the closet, and it wasn’t convenient for them to enter immediately. From their position, they had a clear view of what was happening inside.
Ironically, their decision to stay outside ended up costing them dearly.
The live stream chat was filled with question marks.
[????]
[What is God He planning to do?!]
[Not lying, I’ve already drafted an entire smut fic in my head.]
[Caught red-handed engaging in daytime activities!]
[Let me in! Let me in!]
[He Xingwang, if you have the guts to close the door, why don’t you have the guts to open it?!]
Staring at the expensive, soundproof door before them, the production team felt utterly defeated. They had missed a golden opportunity to capture a major highlight.
Meanwhile, the netizens were howling in frustration on the other side of the screen.
After closing the door, Chi Suisui spoke in surprise, “Why did you close the door? Now everyone will think we did something scandalous.”
“I didn’t want them to see,” He Xingwang replied simply.
Chi Suisui couldn’t quite understand his mindset but chalked it up to a husband’s possessiveness over his wife… though she secretly enjoyed it.
Of course, they weren’t just going to stand there doing nothing.
He Xingwang leaned down and kissed Chi Suisui. Rather than chatting idly, they might as well confirm everyone’s suspicions.
Truthfully, he had been thinking about doing this since last night.
Chi Suisui pressed against the glass cabinet behind her, the hard surface digging into her back as she tilted her chin up, their lips and tongues intertwining.
It was a long while before they finally parted.
Chi Suisui’s first instinct was to check her reflection in the mirror. Her lips weren’t swollen, which was good, but her lipstick had faded significantly.
As she reapplied her lipstick, He Xingwang stood nearby smoothing out the wrinkles on his clothes.
“How long have we been in here?” Chi Suisui asked.
He Xingwang glanced at his watch and calmly replied, “Less than ten minutes.”
Chi Suisui set down her lipstick and turned to watch him put on his suit, once again exuding the aura of an elite professional. “That’s fine—it’s not too over the top.”
If they had stayed in there for too long, the netizens’ imaginations would run wild. By tomorrow, rumors of them engaging in scandalous behavior during the day would be all over the internet.
It wouldn’t reflect well on either of them.
He Xingwang raised an eyebrow, not refuting her statement, but his gaze lingered on her lips for a brief moment.
The color seemed slightly darker than before.
A few minutes later, the door to the walk-in closet opened.
The production team immediately perked up, scrutinizing the scene before them.
Chi Suisui walked out with a smile. Not only the netizens but even the production staff’s gazes were fixed on her lips.
Her lips were still lusciously red and inviting.
Hadn’t they noticed any changes?
Yet, they couldn’t shake the feeling that something had definitely happened inside.
[So what exactly did Suisui and God He do inside?]
[Eight minutes seems too short—surely nothing happened!]
[Think about it, it’s impossible. At most, they probably couldn’t resist kissing a couple of times.]
[Did Suisui change her lipstick color?]
[Huh? What did she change it to? I didn’t notice!]
[The original one was more orange-red; now it’s a true red—I swear on the dozen lipsticks on my desk!]
Thanks to this reminder, everyone finally realized.
Chi Suisui had applied makeup in the bedroom after waking up, using the lipstick from her vanity. Inside the walk-in closet, however, she hadn’t gone back to the bedroom and instead used a different lipstick left behind earlier.
The netizens’ eyes were sharp.
The incident in the walk-in closet was quickly clipped into a video and uploaded to Weibo. Within ten minutes, #ChiSuisuiLipstick# trended on the热搜 (hot search).
Initially confused viewers who entered the thread asking, “Did they buy this trending topic?” were stunned silent when the auto-play video began.
Had they just been fed dog food?!
Was there no room for trolling or keyboard warrior-ing these days?
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Because both He Xingwang and Chi Suisui had to go to work, filming was interrupted. Of course, they couldn’t film continuously all day.
Thus, the cameras stopped rolling as they headed out the door.
Once the cameras were turned off, the director had something to say. He gently reminded, “God He, this live-streamed show… we still need to be mindful of boundaries.”
If the content got flagged or reported, they’d face criticism from higher-ups.
He Xingwang hummed in acknowledgment. Then, much to the director’s relief, he added, “I don’t think Suisui and I did anything inappropriate.”
“...”
The director paused, realizing that He Xingwang was right.
If they claimed something happened, the two had shut themselves in the closet and kissed privately—no explicit visuals, everything left to imagination.
But if they claimed nothing happened, then why had the lipstick color changed? Was Chi Suisui just casually trying on lipstick?
“Just a friendly heads-up,” the director chuckled.
“Thank you,” He Xingwang responded warmly.
After the production team left, He Xingwang and Chi Suisui went to work together.
He Corporation had many employees. While lower-level staff could freely discuss gossip, department managers had to hold back. After all, their big boss was known for being decisive and efficient.
Turns out, at home, he was also a proactive homemaker.
It wasn’t that his image was shattered—it was just unexpectedly endearing.
As soon as He Xingwang arrived at the office, he had a meeting to attend.
After the assistant finished reporting his schedule, he couldn’t help but glance at his boss, recalling the viral video circulating online—
His eyeballs nearly popped out of his head.
The meeting started at 2 p.m.
He Xingwang sat at the far end, listening to reports while subtle glances occasionally landed on him.
He lifted his eyes, scanned the room, and spoke in a cold tone, “This is a meeting. If you’re not looking at the presentation or listening to the reports, why are you staring at me?”
“...”
Everyone hurriedly turned their heads away.
Meanwhile, a similar scene unfolded at the news agency not far away.
The employees at the news agency naturally knew about the program and were eager to watch the real Bedtime Chats .
When Chi Suisui arrived, everyone stole glances at her.
After all, one was the legendary God He, and the other was the meticulous Chief Editor Chi. Naturally, people were curious about their marriage.
Maybe they’d even uncover some unknown details.
“Chief Editor looks the same at home as she does here.”
“Not really—she smiles a lot more at home.”
“Chief Editor looks so beautiful when she smiles.”
“If I were God He, I’d fall head over heels for such a gorgeous wife.”
Chi Suisui entered her office, her figure graceful in high heels. Once the door closed, she effectively shut out everyone’s curiosity.
On her phone, Song Miaoli had sent a message just minutes ago.
Song Miaoli: [You two are so flashy.]
Chi Suisui feigned ignorance: [What?]
Song Miaoli, exasperated: [Don’t pretend you don’t know—everyone knows you and He Xingwang kissed in the walk-in closet.]
Chi Suisui: [Seeing is believing, hearing is suspect, speculation is false.]
Song Miaoli: [?]
Chi Suisui: [Just teasing you. So what if we kissed? We’re a legally married couple.]
Song Miaoli shivered, goosebumps rising all over her body. She reasonably concluded that Chi Suisui was flaunting their marriage certificate.
Hmph, soon she’d have her own certificate too.
After teasing Song Miaoli, Chi Suisui began organizing her news articles and documents. Fortunately, everything at the news agency was running smoothly, so she wasn’t particularly busy.
This was the benefit of having powerful backing.
With He Corporation and Qi Corporation supporting her, not only had few dared to provoke her before, but now even fewer would dare.
Thus, the news agency dared to expose social issues that smaller outlets wouldn’t touch.
This was the original intention of every journalist.
Having started as a reporter herself, Chi Suisui understood this better than anyone. Her news agency wouldn’t follow trends or merely blow smoke. If she was going to do something, she aimed to do it perfectly.
After finishing her work, Chi Suisui took a break to browse the internet and check out the discussions about the variety show.
Two hours after the live stream ended, online chatter about the program was at its peak.
From why Chi Suisui was tired yesterday, to the clownfish, the lipstick, and the walk-in closet, various marketing accounts were posting content.
[I can’t believe the plot I imagined is kind of steamy.]
[A YouTuber has already edited the footage—it’s so damn good, and they even hinted at more.]
[God He: Want to see more? Dream on.]
[The production team and us were locked out together for the first time—I feel so sorry for them hahahaha.]
[A breath of fresh air—what lipstick is Suisui wearing?]
[I’ve listed the items revealed in the walk-in closet. If you’re interested, take a look. As for their value, I won’t say—I’m too poor to even mention it.]
[What do you think we’ll see tonight?]
[...What if the speed tonight is too fast, and I get motion sickness?]
Chi Suisui: ?
Why did everyone assume something indescribable would happen tonight?
She had no intention of publicly displaying her private life. For her, showing snippets of daily life was acceptable.
If she had the capital to show off, why not?
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As the evening sun set, Chi Suisui received a message from He Xingwang. He said he’d be late coming home, so she should eat dinner first if she was hungry.
Of course, she wouldn’t eat alone, but hanging out with Song Miaoli and Su Mian was perfectly fine.
The three went to a small shop with an elegant atmosphere, few customers, and strong privacy.
Su Mian couldn’t wait any longer: “When does the live stream start tonight?”
Chi Suisui recalled: “Around 8 p.m., I think.”
In reality, the exact time depended on her and He Xingwang’s schedule. However, they didn’t dare make it too late, so 8 p.m. was the limit.
After all, not every viewer stayed up late.
Song Miaoli sipped her milk tea, her cheeks puffing out cutely as she curiously asked, “Do you and He Xingwang talk in your sleep?”
“What do you think?” Chi Suisui shot her a sidelong glance.
“I’m just worried for you two. What if you accidentally say something in your sleep in front of the audience—or worse, leak company secrets?”
Chi Suisui threw a sunflower seed at her.
Su Mian and Song Miaoli thought along completely different lines, whispering, “Boss Sui, you two need to be careful tonight—don’t let things escalate accidentally.”
“...”
Chi Suisui couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you guys even thinking about?”
Why were her two friends so scatterbrained?
“Boss Sui, aren’t you drinking?” Su Mian asked.
“No.” Chi Suisui didn’t particularly like milk tea, and her appetite wasn’t great today either. “You guys drink.”
When they returned to Bai’an Mansion at 8 p.m., the production team had already been notified and started filming as soon as she entered.
Upon entering, she saw He Xingwang descending the stairs.
For some reason, Chi Suisui ran over and hugged him.
The production team’s eyes lit up.
Then they heard Chi Suisui speak: “You cook dinner—I want porridge.”
The production team: ?
Was this really the right moment to say that?
He Xingwang nodded. “Alright.”
He removed her arms from around him.
[Every day, question marks????]
[God He probably expected a kiss, but instead, he’s still being asked to cook hahahaha.]
[God He: Fine, I’ll cook—but she’s making requests too!]
[Suisui: Waiting with a bowl in hand.]
The production team ended up filming another episode of a cooking show, feeling utterly hopeless. Finally, when He Xingwang took off his apron and went upstairs, they breathed a sigh of relief.
They didn’t enter the bedroom this time, staying near the door.
However, they learned from their previous mistake and blocked any chance of the door being closed.
As soon as He Xingwang entered, he saw Chi Suisui sitting on the bed, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her head bowed, seemingly in low spirits.
He softly asked, “What’s wrong?”
Chi Suisui looked up. “I think I need to go to the hospital.”
There was a brief silence from He Xingwang.
“I just felt nauseous earlier—I almost threw up.” Chi Suisui touched her face. “Could it be acute gastritis?”
Her complexion was still a bit pale.
He Xingwang furrowed his brows. “Let’s go to the hospital.”
The live stream audience, whose focus had been on the kitchen, had no idea what was happening here and began to worry alongside them.
[Gastritis can be treated with an IV.]
[Scared me to death—I thought it was something serious.]
[There must still be doctors at the hospital now.]
[I remember acute gastritis involves vomiting.]
As soon as He Xingwang finished speaking, Chi Suisui stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom. The sound of running water followed shortly after.
He grabbed his coat and brought her downstairs.
The production team hadn’t anticipated this turn of events, but thanks to their experience, they quickly dispatched a couple of cameras to follow them to the hospital.
The hospital wasn’t far.
By the time they arrived, Chi Suisui began to doubt herself. She whispered, “I feel like I’m not uncomfortable anymore.”
He Xingwang’s voice was firm. “We’ll get you checked anyway.”
The hospital was quiet at night, and the process of registration, consultation, and examination was swift. Before long, the results came back. The doctor, emotionless, said, “No issues.”
“Are you sure, Doctor?” He Xingwang asked.
“How could I not be sure?” The doctor handed him the report and added, “Based on your wife’s condition, I suggest you visit the gynecology department. Obstetrics works too.”
He Xingwang froze for a few seconds.
A thought rapidly flashed through his mind, like wild grass growing on barren land, until it consumed his entire consciousness.
[????]
[Holy crap, I’m shocked!]
[Gynecology!!!]
[Damn! I jumped out of bed!]
He Xingwang’s jaw tightened as he strode out of the examination room.
Outside, Chi Suisui was sitting on a bench, wrapped in He Xingwang’s coat, scrolling through her phone. After all, gastritis wasn’t a big deal.
She looked up and asked, “What’s the result?”
Seeing He Xingwang’s serious expression and intense gaze, Chi Suisui felt a slight unease—
Could she have stomach cancer?
After a long pause, He Xingwang’s dark eyes finally settled, and he spoke evenly, “It’s not gastritis. We need to do another test.”
Chi Suisui sighed in relief. “Then let’s go.”
Only after standing up did she remember to ask, “Where else do we need to go for the test?”
He Xingwang took her hand. Her hands were a little cold at night, but after he squeezed them, warmth returned. His deep voice rumbled—
“Gynecology.”
Chi Suisui’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly.
Seeing her expression, the netizens in the live stream were ecstatic. Late at night, they were about to witness the verification of something monumental.
[Suisui’s bewildered expression is priceless.]
[Others have bedtime chats; you two are having hospital chats.]
[Ahhhh, you must be pregnant!]
[Stop talking nonsense! Go get tested already!!]
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