Chapter 53: I’m Married

At 5 PM in Shen City, He Lingji concluded a meeting and walked out, surrounded by top core team elites.

His next destination was to fly abroad on a private jet for the final signing of an international cooperation agreement.

The corridor lights gave off a cold, white glow.

Under them, the side of the man’s face looked as calm and indifferent as ever. The sapphire glacier brooch he had recently taken to wearing added a stunning touch of beauty to his chilly features.

He Lingji was currently lowering his eyes, listening as one of the elites beside him gave a quiet, concise report. He responded briefly with affirmations or denials.

Seeing He Lingji so focused on work, Cong Zhen—who had been waiting by the door—hadn’t found the right moment to mention anything about his wife.

Not until He Lingji adjusted his cufflinks.

Cong Zhen quickly stepped forward.

“President He.”

“There’s been a minor incident on Madam’s side.”

The matter—Madam being featured in the highlights of a reality show through edited footage—wasn’t small, but it certainly wasn’t as significant as He Lingji’s international deal.

Sure enough, upon hearing Qin Mang’s name, He Lingji finally turned his gaze toward him. His voice was hoarse, as though it hadn’t been used in a while.

“What kind of incident?”

Even in his busy schedule, President He still made time to ask about his wife.

Secretary Cong quickly explained the malicious editing incident involving Qin Mang in the shortest possible terms.

Finally, he added, “The ones who stepped in to intervene were Feiyun Films.”

Feiyun Films held considerable clout in the business world, especially its director, President Zhou, who had deep roots in the entertainment industry. His connections and capabilities were well recognized.

At the very least, no one in the industry dared disrespect him.

He Lingji paused for a fraction of a second.

A flicker of irritation passed through his eyes.

How dare anyone threaten his wife.

He was about to have someone handle it on her behalf.

But suddenly, He Lingji paused.

He thought of Qin Mang’s dazzling and proud expression. A subtle, almost imperceptible warmth appeared in his otherwise cold gray-blue eyes.

His thin lips parted. His tone allowed no disagreement: “Tell Madam.”

Cong Zhen was confused.

“Just tell her? You’re not stepping in?”

Had he misunderstood? Did President He not actually care that much about his wife?

Would he really choose work over her?

He Lingji looked up slightly.

Through the glass ceiling of the aerial corridor, the blazing sun shone into his pupils.

He Lingji could sweep away all obstacles for Qin Mang. He could even hand her a Best Actress trophy and end her dreams quickly, so she could return home to be a docile housewife of the He family.

But she was free.

He would not clip her wings.

Just as he had said when they first arranged their marriage:

She is Qin Mang first, and only then Madam He.

He had never interfered in her career—and he wouldn’t start now.

Before leaving, He Lingji casually accepted a file from his assistant and entered the elevator. His voice remained calm as he said, “You’ll stay in the country.”

The top secretary, once again abandoned by President He: “…”

He understood.

His purpose for staying behind was to serve as a safeguard for Madam.

Sigh.

If this were ancient times, he’d be the imperial token…

Not even a person!

Cong Zhen seriously suspected he’d soon be out of a job.

Should he start cozying up to Madam now?

If President He no longer needed him, maybe Madam would still give him a place.

—

At the Lakeside Manor

Qin Mang didn’t expect that after deliberately coming home early today, putting on makeup, and adjusting her appearance—she wouldn’t see He Lingji, but instead Secretary Cong.

Seated gracefully on a luxurious sofa, she wore a black strapless evening gown. Her long black hair was elegantly pinned up, revealing a sharp, delicate face. Her red lips and fair skin created a striking contrast. She lounged lazily, brows slightly arched.

Her gown had a slit starting at the thigh. As she shifted lazily, a large expanse of snowy skin shimmered under the lights.

More importantly—

She was twirling a gun between her long fingers. Under the lights, it exuded pure intimidation.

Cong Zhen swallowed hard.

He didn’t dare look too long.

What if that gun was real?

“She’s away on a business trip again?”

Her voice was soft and airy.

“How long this time?”

Cong Zhen braced himself.

“Two to three months.”

And if things didn’t go smoothly? Half a year, maybe even longer?

“Two to three months?!”

Qin Mang instantly lost interest and casually tossed the gun onto the carpet.

A dull thud echoed.

Useless man.

Does he know what he just missed?

Cong Zhen’s eyes widened.

“!”

Holy crap—that sound?

Was that real?!

Could it be that President He wore Madam’s precious sapphire brooch, so now she’s ready to kill him and take it back?

In just a few seconds, Cong Zhen’s mind filled with violent murder scenarios.

Qin Mang picked up a custom throw blanket embroidered with a small white lion from the side, draped it over her knees, and leaned an elbow on the armrest. Seeing that he hadn’t left, she asked lazily, “Anything else?”

Cong Zhen finally calmed down.

No, no—it wasn’t that bad.

Forcing himself not to look at the gun, he said, “The production team of Are You the Killer? edited out all your highlight scenes from the latest episode. It was Feiyun Films that pressured them.”

“According to our investigation, it was done deliberately by your old rival, Shen Wanyin.”

“She wants to overshadow you on the show and use it to rehabilitate her image.”

A cold, stunning smile curved at Qin Mang’s lips.

Another underhanded trick.

They didn’t even dare go head-to-head.

In Qin Mang’s eyes, beauty came in many forms. Everyone had different tastes. Before plastic surgery, Shen Wanyin had a plain face, but with the right style, she could look quite refined.

Her face might not have been stunning, but it was recognizable—perfect for the big screen. That’s why the director of Dreams of Old Beijing had nearly cast her as the lead.

But instead of following her own style, Shen Wanyin tried to imitate others and eventually resorted to surgery.

That had completely destroyed her acting future.

It was nearly impossible to portray subtle emotions with a face full of surgical tension.

As for Shen Wanyin’s so-called comeback—Qin Mang couldn’t even take it seriously.

She’d already sabotaged herself.

Why bother pushing her over the edge?

Still, it was annoying that she kept coming for her.

Watching the flicker in Qin Mang’s eyes, Cong Zhen was reminded of his boss.

Indeed, after being together so long, even husband and wife started to resemble each other.

Qin Mang sipped the rose tea the butler had brought and said casually, “Continue.”

As He Lingji’s top secretary, Cong Zhen had done thorough research—better even than industry insiders like Meng Ting.

Seeing Qin Mang fiddling with the tassels of her throw blanket, he went on, “Shen Wanyin charmed President Zhou. He’s even planning to divorce his wife and marry her.”

Qin Mang finally showed some interest.

“If I recall, Feiyun’s President Zhou is over sixty and still quite the playboy.”

Cong Zhen coughed.

“Word is, he’s been collecting… supplements recently.”

Though President Zhou had always enjoyed keeping actresses, he used to prioritize his health. Lately, he’s been obsessed—even using those kinds of supplements.

What kind?

As a married woman, Qin Mang instantly understood.

Tsk tsk.

She propped her chin up and sighed slowly.

“Ah, this damned love.”

“Pfft…”

Cong Zhen couldn’t hold back.

So scathing—definitely Madam!

But since someone had already come at her, Qin Mang had no intention of sitting back.

She knew Shen Wanyin’s goal—being on the same variety show, then stealing the spotlight.

Shen Wanyin’s intentions were obvious—she wanted to appear on the same variety show as her and crush her.

“Alright, I got it,”

Qin Mang waved her hand, signaling that he could leave.

Cong Zhen hesitated for a second.

“Do you need any help?”

Although President He had said to let his wife handle it herself… leaving him behind also meant he could step in if necessary.

Qin Mang had no intention of letting He Lingji appear.

With half-lidded eyes, she lazily said, “This small matter doesn’t require your President He.”

Normally, a trump card is saved for the final blow.

Cong Zhen: “Huh?”

Qin Mang lifted her lashes, her red lips curved with a teasing smile.

“Why use a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken?”

She rubbed her soft, fair wrist and slowly added, “The knife’s too heavy.”

Cong Zhen: “…”

Got it—

President He is the butcher’s knife. Too heavy. Madam is too lazy to lift it to kill a chicken.

…

Later, when Cong Zhen reported the situation to He Lingji, he mentioned this line.

The man didn’t get angry. Instead, he chuckled lightly:

“Let her handle everything.”

He Lingji stood in front of the largest floor-to-ceiling window in the hotel banquet hall, looking at the crisscrossing neon lights outside—decadent and mysterious, overflowing with the unrestrained indulgence of a foreign land. One misstep and you’d be sucked right in.

This banquet included not only partners but also some internationally renowned business tycoons.

After his call ended, a well-known tycoon who had long admired He Lingji approached him with two glasses of wine.

“President He, you’ve come a long way. I’m sure you haven’t enjoyed the local beauties yet. Compared to black hair and eyes, blonde hair and blue eyes offer a different flavor.”

He Lingji nonchalantly rubbed the wedding ring on his ring finger.

“Sorry, I’m married.”

“So what if you’re married?”

“President Chen, who just got married, was also loyal to his wife at first. But didn’t he end up enjoying three top-tier women? He was so satisfied he nearly couldn’t get out of bed the next day. Before leaving, he even wanted to take one home.”

“We’re men, not women. Even if we’ve been with countless women, we can still pretend to be innocent once we get dressed. And your wife is all the way back home—she won’t know.”

“That’s right, President He. You’re already here. Put your clothes back on, and no one will know.”

Chinese and English mixed together as a group tried to persuade him.

But He Lingji’s expression grew colder. He didn’t take a sip of the wine they offered, nor did he show the slightest interest.

His gray-blue eyes were unfathomable.

And he calmly said just three words:

“I know.”

Then he handed the wine back to the lead partner and said coolly, “Enjoy yourselves.”

This circle was one of mutual consent.

He Lingji wasn’t interested, but he wouldn’t judge others either.

Still, since he didn’t go—

The elite group that had come with him naturally didn’t dare to either.

This international collaboration involved not only the He Group but also other well-known domestic companies.

Only He Group’s team acted like virtuous gentlemen the whole time, not touching any women.

They were afraid that President He might think they couldn’t even control their desires, and wouldn’t entrust them with important tasks in the future.

…

In the lakeside villa.

After Secretary Cong left, Qin Mang took the initiative to call Fu Yuan.

After all, the editing issue was brought up by Feiyun Entertainment. If Ruan Qizhuo hadn’t discovered it by accident, they might not have known until the episode aired.

So when Fu Yuan heard about it—

She immediately wanted to confront the production team.

It was outrageous.

But Qin Mang stopped her.

“No rush. There’s still half a month until the episode airs.”

Fu Yuan calmed down. She was always rational, and hearing Qin Mang’s tone, she realized, “You have a plan?”

Qin Mang’s smile carried a hint of chill.

“Find out her current schedule. Wherever she goes, schedule me to go there too.”

“Preferably a livestream or red carpet event.”

“Until then, don’t alert her.”

Fu Yuan’s eyes gleamed with admiration.

“This is a brilliant strategy—cutting off her retreat.”

They all knew that Shen Wanyin only edited out her variety show highlights to avoid being overshadowed. Since she was so afraid of comparison—then let’s compare.

Use her own methods against her.

Actually, the edited scenes from the show The Killer weren’t a huge deal.

It was just Shen Wanyin’s disgusting behavior.

Trying to step on her for a comeback? She’d better see if she was worthy.

Fu Yuan didn’t hesitate.

She immediately used her industry connections to investigate Shen Wanyin’s comeback schedule.

As Qin Mang had guessed, since Shen Wanyin wanted to gain fans with her looks, she would definitely appear frequently at red carpet events or on variety shows.

Soon, Fu Yuan found out Shen Wanyin would participate in a livestream dance variety show that Friday.

These days, to meet audience demands for authenticity, many shows had started livestreaming.

Including this dance program.

Dance?

She had just hit Qin Mang’s soft spot.

“She’s doing a traditional Chinese dance.”

“So confident.”

“Is she trying to outshine your debut performance with that?”

Facing such a rival—even someone as experienced as Fu Yuan found her annoying.

But Shen Wanyin wasn’t really Qin Mang’s rival anymore. One focused on TV dramas, the other on films.

With her current face, the most she could hope for was a TV Best Actress award.

Traditional Chinese dance, huh?

Qin Mang lowered her lashes and smiled, her fingers playing with a dangling diamond tassel earring.

“We’ll see.”

This time—

She was going to make sure Shen Wanyin didn’t even dare to look her in the eye again.

To deal with Shen Wanyin—

Psychological warfare was the way.

Shen Wanyin had the most professional team, the strongest entertainment connections. Her comeback was meticulously planned.

After forcing her way into The Killer as an NPC, she joined a dance competition as a mentor with a stunning performance.

She had not only been busy with cosmetic surgery, but also had arranged dance lessons.

Just one traditional Chinese fan dance.

Since the surgery, her features were more delicate, but heavily dependent on makeup. With red-tinted eye makeup and a flowing red sleeve dress under the dazzling stage lights, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

She instantly captivated the entire audience.

Shen Wanyin was much more confident now.

She believed she was definitely more beautiful than Qin Mang.

…When the dance ended—

“Wanyin was amazing!”

“So stunning!”

Clap clap clap—

Applause rang out.

Shen Wanyin glanced at the cheering crowd and smiled with satisfaction as she exited the stage.

She had danced beautifully, the makeup was perfect, and the red dress radiant.

Just as everyone was still in awe of her dazzling performance—

Just as everyone was still immersed in Shen Wanyin’s stunning performance—

Suddenly, the lights flickered a few times.

The stage, which had been brightly lit, suddenly dimmed. A spotlight fell on the edge of the stage.

The audience held their breath in an instant.

Qin Mang appeared in a long silver-white dress. The sheer fabric clung to the young girl’s soft and graceful figure. The flowing skirt was embroidered with silver thread into floral vine patterns that extended upward.

In the center of the stage, every inch of Qin Mang’s body seemed soft and fluid. Her dance was as smooth and graceful as drifting clouds and flowing water. When she faced the camera, her soulful eyes shimmered, so beautiful it seemed a goddess had descended to earth—ethereal and divine.

Whether in person or watching through screens, the audience was stunned by Qin Mang’s surprise appearance.

“She’s amazing! As expected, only Qin Mang can surpass Qin Mang!”

“The top comment on her debut video was: ‘When will we see the goddess dance again?’ I didn’t think it would be on a variety show like this!”

“Please, production team, release an HD version!”

“She’s like a celestial being—this dance was at a professional level!”

“I thought Shen Wanyin's dance was already excellent… until I saw Qin Mang. The difference between a born dancer and an amateur is just too stark.”

“Goddess Dance yyds!”

(Note: “yyds”

is Chinese internet slang for “eternal god,”

used to praise someone as the best.)

Shen Wanyin’s team hadn’t even had time to start promoting her performance—

But Qin Mang’s dance had already gone viral.

Shen Wanyin stared at the video in disbelief, at Qin Mang’s ethereal, breathtaking beauty.

She herself wore heavy, glamorous makeup and looked exquisitely refined—so why was everyone praising Qin Mang?

Thinking of the pain she endured from plastic surgery—

“How did she get on the show?”

“Who allowed her to perform?”

Wei Qin explained, “She was a surprise guest performer. Not even the production team knew it was Qin Mang until the very last day.”

Originally, there wasn’t even a ‘mystery guest’

segment.

Not a word was on the cue cards.

Clearly, Qin Mang’s appearance wasn’t simple.

Qin Mang must have figured out Shen Wanyin’s intentions.

Shen Wanyin wasn’t stupid—she realized it immediately.

The next second—

Her eyes reddened, and she looked at Wei Qin.

“Tell me the truth. Between me and Qin Mang—who’s more beautiful?”

“Who is more beautiful?!”

Why was Qin Mang so confident that just standing next to her would make her lose?

What gave her such arrogance?

It was as if one word favoring Qin Mang would destroy her.

Wei Qin had long felt something was off with her.

But she couldn’t let her go crazy in public and quickly tried to calm her down: “Of course you’re the most beautiful.”

If it were in the past, Wei Qin might’ve told the truth.

But now—

Being Shen Wanyin’s agent was no longer by choice, and she was getting harder and harder to handle. The only option was to appease her.

Sure enough—

Shen Wanyin gradually calmed down.

Yes.

It must’ve been some trick Qin Mang pulled.

…

Since her debut, Qin Mang had mostly performed classical dances—after all, that’s what had made her famous overnight.

But—

No one knew.

Her true specialty was ballet.

Compared to Shen Wanyin’s emotional breakdown—

Qin Mang was a complete and total success.

In front of her makeup mirror—

Her breathtakingly beautiful face reflected in the glass. After one dance, a natural rosy hue bloomed at the corners of her eyes, enhancing her already soulful gaze with a delicate brilliance.

It was rare that Fu Yuan came in person to oversee the performance.

At that moment, she was scrolling through relevant posts on Weibo.

Always composed and elegant, even Fu Yuan couldn’t help but smile.

“Not bad. Online buzz is all about ‘seeing the goddess dance again.’ When Shen Wanyin is mentioned, it’s just a few sparse compliments—probably planted comments.”

She looked at Qin Mang with admiration.

“If I had known one dance would have such an effect, I’d have asked you to perform long ago.”

Qin Mang’s eyes sparkled as she chuckled calmly.

“If I danced earlier, I wouldn’t have achieved this two-birds-one-stone effect.”

Meng Ting suddenly jumped up.

“Holy—an international blue-blood luxury brand just invited you to attend their new product launch!”

An invitation like that meant she might be in line for a high-level endorsement.

Not just for a jewelry line or beauty product—but a global ambassador.

This kind of resource—how many actresses had worked for years in the industry just to get close to it?

And Qin Mang—hadn’t even been in the industry that long!

And yet she was now within reach of a global brand ambassador contract.

Qin Mang’s gaze flickered.

It was indeed great news.

But the better the fashion resources, the harder she’d have to work on her craft.

“Even though it’s just the beginning… it shows they’re already watching you.”

If everything went smoothly—

It was only a matter of time before they collaborated.

Qin Mang suddenly laughed.

“What a ‘lucky star’ Shen Wanyin turned out to be.”

Meng Ting: “…”

Then again—

She kind of was.

Last time she tried to stir trouble, Qin Mang went from being labeled a "pretty face"

in an 8-second film clip to landing lead roles with major directors.

This time—

When Qin Mang’s fashion resources hit a wall, Shen Wanyin stirred things up—and boom, breakthrough.

Qin Mang mused, “Do you think I should send Teacher Shen a banner? Something like: ‘Entertainment industry’s new koi charm—always doing good with bad intentions.’”

Meng Ting: With that goddess face and killer words, you really are unstoppable.

…

As she was leaving—

Qin Mang ran into Shen Wanyin, who was also heading out.

After removing her stage makeup, Shen Wanyin had put on an equally heavy but refined daily look.

Clearly, her idol image mattered a lot to her.

As they passed each other—

Shen Wanyin suddenly spoke, looking at her with disdain.

“President He will abandon you sooner or later.”

“Don’t think you’re anything special.”

Qin Mang: “?”

What was that about?

What did He Lingji have to do with anything?

She crossed her arms and stepped forward in heels—

But Meng Ting stopped her.

Frantically signaling: “Calm down! Calm down!”

“Goddesses argue with words, not fists!”

Most importantly—

“There are surveillance cameras here!”

Qin Mang paused for half a second.

Glanced at her ‘useless little manager.’

If you know there are cameras, go turn them off!

If this were Cong Zhen—

She would’ve reacted immediately.

Made her want to poach He Lingji’s right-hand person even more.

Fine, fine.

Can’t resort to violence.

Still haven’t accumulated enough karma.

So Qin Mang slowly raised her red lips into a smile.

“I could never compare to Teacher Shen. After all, President Zhou loves you so deeply.”

Shen Wanyin had never hidden her powerful backer. It was only natural Qin Mang guessed it.

With arrogance, Shen Wanyin said, “Of course. He’s going to marry me.”

“And that He family big shot—he’ll never marry you.”

Qin Mang nodded.

“President Zhou even takes aphrodisiacs for you—it must be true love.”

“Congratulations on moving up in the world, Miss Shen.”

The moment she said “aphrodisiac,”

The entire corridor went dead silent.

Not just Qin Mang’s team—

Even Shen Wanyin’s assistant and manager were stunned.

What the hell?!

That was a huge piece of gossip!

Shen Wanyin’s pupils dilated.

“Y-you—how did you know?!”

“Wishing you a blissful sex life.”

Qin Mang didn’t care one bit. She dropped that explosive line and walked off gracefully.

Meng Ting was in absolute awe.

Lethal without drawing blood.

No one had taken Shen Wanyin’s provocation seriously.

Not even Qin Mang.

After all, though outsiders didn’t know, their whole team did—Qin Mang was, in truth, Mrs. He.

However—

That night.

A-Tong urgently called and woke Qin Mang up.

“Sis, bad news—something’s happened to President He!”

Qin Mang was still groggy, but the moment she heard the name, she jolted awake.

“What happened to him?!”

Her voice immediately turned hoarse.

She opened the news link A-Tong sent.

It turned out—an official domestic outlet had reported that during international business negotiations, several major businessmen had been arrested at a so-called “high-society banquet,”

which was actually a debauched party.

Among them—

Was a certain public figure in China, known for his “pure, married man”

image.

Then they listed a row of companies involved in the scandal. At the top was the He Group. As soon as the official Weibo post came out, the internet exploded.

“Is it He Lingji?”

“Holy crap, it’s official now! This is a solid blow!”

“I never would’ve imagined… someone like that, as cold and pristine as a glacier, could be involved in this kind of scene.”

“This is official news—it can’t be fake. They said everyone who attended got taken in.”

Qin Mang’s breath caught the moment she saw He Group listed. Her mind went blank for a second. The first thing she did was call He Lingji. No answer. Secretary Cong’s phone was also busy.

Qin Mang gripped the edge of her phone tightly. She trusted He Lingji’s character—especially since he lived a very disciplined life. It seemed impossible for him to attend that kind of… party. But what she feared was that he might have fallen into someone else’s trap. No matter how capable he was, he was still human—not a god. There could always be a lapse in judgment. And even Secretary Cong, whom he trusted most, hadn’t gone abroad with him this time…

After countless unanswered calls, Qin Mang finally sent him a WeChat message.

Little Lion Awoo Meow: "Did you get tainted?"

When she sent that, her red lips were tightly pressed together. She waited for He Lingji’s reply while scrolling through trending searches. She glanced at the time. She would wait five more minutes. If He Lingji didn’t reply, she wouldn’t care that it was the middle of the night—she’d call her in-laws to ask what was going on.

5… 4… 3… 1.

The next second, her phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a video call.

He Lingji’s elegant and noble face appeared on screen. The lighting was a little dim, but Qin Mang could clearly see the depth in his eyes, just as vast and calm as always.

The man’s thin lips parted slowly and steadily: “Relax. I’ve remained pure for my little lion.”

Qin Mang burst into a smile. Her already exquisite features came alive with expression.

“Not only should you stay pure—you shouldn’t even think about anything.”

“Faced with beautiful blondes with blue eyes, did you hesitate? Did you think about it?”

He Lingji raised an eyebrow slightly. His robe wasn’t even properly tied, exuding a lazy kind of sexiness.

“What I thought at the time was… they’re nowhere near as good as my wife.”

He said he hadn’t slept, and Qin Mang believed him. But that last line? She was a little skeptical.

Because the foreign beauties shown in the news all had incredibly hot figures and uniquely stunning faces. One of them even looked like a pure and angelic elf—basically the type that men adored.

Honestly, these top-tier businessmen only played with the most gorgeous women.

Qin Mang’s eyes were still red.

He Lingji didn’t continue the topic. He changed the subject: “Were you crying?”

“I was not.”

“I got woken up in the middle of the night and rubbed my eyes, okay? Whose fault is that? Even on a business trip you somehow manage to stir up a scandal.”

He Lingji let out a low chuckle: “Everyone involved is already in custody.”

Qin Mang was no longer sleepy at all. She wanted to hear He Lingji tell the whole story.

But He Lingji still had things to do. He tossed the phone to his assistant and tilted his chin slightly: “Tell my wife what happened yesterday.”

The assistant: Is this a story… or an incident…? And isn’t this a bit inappropriate? All the other big shots who came along are still being held, and you’re here, telling bedtime stories to your wife.

Half an hour later, just as public opinion was reaching a boiling point, the He Group’s official account made a decisive move.

Before things spiraled toward implicating their President He, they immediately published He Lingji’s full itinerary and surveillance footage from that day.

He Group V: Our President He firmly abides by Madam He’s family teachings: “Uphold male virtue, maintain chastity.”

He did not engage in any ambiguous behavior—regardless of the occasion or gender, he always keeps a distance of over one meter. Attached: video.

Even abroad, President He’s assistant carried the company’s highest-end hidden surveillance equipment.

Thus, the full record of He Lingji’s activities and an invitation exchange was clearly documented.

A foreign businessman had invited him: “President He, you’re already here. Just put on some clothes—no one will know.”

He Lingji replied in elegant British-accented English: “I will know.”

It made gossip-loving netizens absolutely swoon.