Si Yiheng’s tangled, complicated thoughts were abruptly cut off by the box in front of him.
Right before his eyes was a box of soft pink condoms.
He reached deeper into the drawer and pulled out another box, then two, three, four, five… thirteen boxes in total.
Suddenly, Si Yiheng remembered how, the day he came home, Shu Yu had been clutching her delivery box tightly, unwilling to let go.
Then, he recalled seeing Shu Yu in his room, shifting the blame onto Little Orange.
So, Shu Yu had been hiding this kind of thing all along?
Si Yiheng: “……”
Dark under the lamp?
Silently, Si Yiheng picked up one box after another, reading the words on each carefully.
Thirteen boxes, ten condoms per box—one hundred and thirty in total.
Strawberry flavor, orange flavor, mint flavor.
Could Shu Yu even handle the mint flavor?
The size was large, probably a bit too small.
Too small, and they’re prone to breaking.
So, Shu Yu had always wanted him.
Si Yiheng took out his phone, his face cold as he downloaded DeepSeek again, and asked, “If a girlfriend has already prepared protection and wants to take the relationship to the final step, but the boyfriend keeps refusing, is that too fake or a mood killer? Would it make the girlfriend dislike him?”
DeepSeek replied: “Possibly. This is a crucial moment to test the relationship. If handled poorly, it could even lead to a breakup…”
Si Yiheng: “……”
The moment he heard the word ‘breakup,’ Si Yiheng lost interest in listening to DeepSeek any further.
Could it be that because he kept refusing, Shu Yu wanted to break up?
But if it really came down to the final step, did he and Shu Yu even have a future?
If not the final step, at least he still had places Shu Yu hadn’t reached yet. Maybe then she wouldn’t leave him and would still care about this time.
He could use this one time to coax Shu Yu into marrying him. After marriage, Shu Yu would be his wife, and he would never let her go again.
With so many thoughts swirling, Si Yiheng felt his heart waver.
*
Meanwhile,
Shu Yu tilted her head back. “Big Brother, can you show me their photos?”
Shu Yu asked cautiously, “I mean your mom and dad.”
Nervously, she clenched her palms. After completing this task, she would leave. For now, she didn’t know how to face her biological family.
Before she left, she wanted to see their photos—at least to say she’d seen them.
Song Wenzhao looked at Shu Yu’s hesitant expression, feeling as if his heart was being squeezed by a hand.
Seventeen years had made them strangers.
Seventeen years was not something a paternity test could erase.
Family bonds require love and shared moments to build trust and feelings. They had missed too much with Shu Yu.
Song Wenzhao gently touched Shu Yu’s soft, fuzzy hair. Shu Yu restrained herself from pulling away.
“Yu Bao, Big Brother’s mom and dad are also your mom and dad.”
“Let’s exchange contact info first. I’ll have Mom and Dad send you recent photos and some from the past, okay?”
Shu Yu: “Okay.”
She scanned Song Wenzhao’s WeChat and added him, labeling him as Big Brother.
Looking at the note, Song Wenzhao only then realized that all day today, Shu Yu had been calling him Big Brother.
But before, when meeting Shu Yu, she clearly still called him “Gege.”
Song Wenzhao didn’t have any strict preference between “Big Brother” and “Gege.” When they were kids, Shu Yu had all kinds of different nicknames for him.
Sometimes, she would follow their parents and call him “Da Bao” or “Zhao Zhao.”
Occasionally, she would tirelessly call him “Ge,” “Big Brother,” or “Gege.”
Yet, Song Wenzhao felt that today’s “Big Brother” seemed to be scripted by Si Yiheng.
Taking advantage of Shu Yu’s guard being down, Song Wenzhao asked, “Did Si Yiheng tell you to call me Big Brother?”
Shu Yu: ∑(口||
So perceptive?
Damn, this Big Brother seems just as cunning as Si Yiheng.
Shu Yu blinked gently, lowered her head to look at the mud on her shoes, deliberately avoiding Song Wenzhao’s gaze. “No, Big Brother, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”
Of course, Shu Yu could sense the tense atmosphere between Song Wenzhao and Si Yiheng.
Song Wenzhao: “…”
Si Yiheng is just petty.
His little sister wouldn’t lie, and when she did, her expression would look a bit confused.
Song Wenzhao said, “Baby Yu, when are you coming home with Gege?”
Calmly and teasingly, he tempted her, “What kind of guy do you like? How about a handsome mixed-blood puppy? Gege has a friend whose younger brother is mixed from eight countries, comes from a happy family, expresses love passionately, and looks at you with bright, expectant eyes.”
Shu Yu: (ⓛωⓛ*)
She didn’t need that, but Ningning seemed to like it.
She remembered chatting with Ningning last time; Ningning said that kind of mixed-blood puppy’s pure innocence was really fun.
A pure and fiery little puppy.
Seeing Shu Yu remain silent, Song Wenzhao actually felt a glimmer of hope.
Shu Yu leaned a little closer to Song Wenzhao, “Can I touch him?”
Hearing their conversation, Si Yiheng tightened his grip on the strap of Shu Yu’s pink strawberry water cup.
