Si Yiheng’s expression was cold and stern.
Song Wenzhao raised an eyebrow at Si Yiheng and continued, “Fine, once she learns to behave, I’ll send her back to you.”
Shu Yu blinked, about to say she’d ask her friends if they wanted it—if Ye Ning wanted it, she could send it to her instead.
Before Shu Yu could speak, her wrist was gripped by Si Yiheng’s large hand, and he pressed a glass of water into her palm. “Baby, have some water.”
Shu Yu: “...”
When had Si Yiheng arrived?
The conversation she’d just had with Song Wenzhao seemed rather awkward.
“Gege, I didn’t—” Shu Yu couldn’t finish before Si Yiheng leaned down, almost caging her against his chest. His chilly aura instantly enveloped her.
Si Yiheng rested his chin in the hollow of Shu Yu’s shoulder, his thin lips brushing against her ear, his breath tickling her earlobe.
It was both itchy and hot.
Si Yiheng said softly, “I know.”
Song Wenzhao was up to no good, using some young, passionate scoundrels to tempt Shu Yu again—with their bright eyes and fervent declarations of love. It was nothing but a cheap trick.
Song Wenzhao watched coldly as Si Yiheng hugged Shu Yu, yet she showed no resistance at all.
Song Wenzhao: “...”
Cheap performance.
This was how Si Yiheng seduced his innocent sister.
No wonder he had coaxed his sister into such obsession and trust in him.
Unfazed by being caught red-handed, Song Wenzhao sneered, “Si Yiheng, you two aren’t married yet. Xiaoyu is young and hasn’t seen many men. You should give her more opportunities to see the world.”
“If she still likes you after meeting more men, then it’s true affection.”
“And not to mention her—consider yourself. How long have you known each other? Can you really be sure you’ll love Shu Yu forever?”
If Si Yiheng was going to end up like their father, it would be better to take Shu Yu back home.
Could the shelf life of love ever rival that of familial bonds?
Si Yiheng lowered his gaze, his eyes calm as he looked at Shu Yu. “Big Brother, you might not know this, but when I dedicate myself to one person, I give everything I have for the rest of my life.”
In this life, he had chosen Shu Yu and would love only her.
As long as Shu Yu was here, his love was only for her.
If Shu Yu stayed, he would love her forever.
If Shu Yu were gone, he would leave with her.
Shu Yu’s heart trembled. She secretly looked up at Si Yiheng and met his devoted gaze.
For a moment, she didn’t know if this was a promise Si Yiheng had made to her in front of her brother—or an earnest plea that she never favor anyone else.
Shu Yu gripped her glass, looked up into Song Wenzhao’s eyes, and said, “Big Brother, I won’t look at others either.”
Even if they broke up, she would only see Si Yiheng.
She wouldn’t give her love for Si Yiheng to anyone else.
Song Wenzhao shot a freezing glare at Si Yiheng.
Pretending to be lovestruck.
Si Yiheng had better actually be that devoted.
Song Wenzhao lowered his gaze, stroked Shu Yu’s head, and with a gentle expression said warmly, “Mm, Little Treasure has grown up and learned to love.”
His sister was always the best—brave in love, willing to offer her whole heart.
Later, the three had dinner together, and then Song Wenzhao left.
The butler had been waiting for his return since he left.
Seeing Song Wenzhao return, the butler quickly asked, “Young Master, where is the young lady?”
Song Wenzhao: “Baby Yu still isn’t ready to come home.”
But that was fine—he could wait for the day Shu Yu felt close to him, trusted him enough, and was willing to leave with him.
The butler’s expression fell slightly. He had hoped to see the young lady today.
“Young Master, the young lady truly doesn’t fully trust you anymore.”
Song Wenzhao: “...”
Butler: “Would it be better to mend relations with Si Yiheng and let him bring the young lady home?”
Song Wenzhao: “...”
Butler: “By the time you bring the young lady home, won’t there be a little miss or master already?”
Song Wenzhao pressed his hand to his heart, which throbbed painfully. “...Alright, Uncle Qin, please stop talking.”
“What you’re saying now is rather unpleasant.”
The butler muttered as he walked away, “Handle things sloppily, and you don’t allow people to speak bluntly.”
Song Wenzhao: “...”
That night, while Si Yiheng was in the study, Shu Yu clutched some sleeping pills and quietly went downstairs.
After entering the kitchen, she peeked out to check the area, then quickly closed the door behind her.
Shu Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
There might be cameras in the living room, but surely not in the kitchen, right?
It wasn’t like she could escape through the kitchen anyway.
She found a glass, crushed the sleeping pills into powder, and poured them in.
After adding hot milk to the glass, she worried that Si Yiheng might taste the bitterness, so she dumped in a lot of sugar.
Iron Egg: Is drugging him with sleeping pills really a good idea? Can he keep it up if he’s asleep?
Shu Yu: (ⓛωⓛ)
That dirty-minded system.
Shu Yu: “I’m just practicing—testing if Si Yiheng will drink something I give him, using sleeping pills.”
Lately, Si Yiheng had been sleeping poorly too. A little sleeping pill might help him rest better.
If he kept pushing himself like this, Shu Yu was afraid she’d finish her mission before Si Yiheng kicked the bucket.
“Build a habit, so later whatever I hand him, he’ll take it without question. That way, when I really drug him, it’ll be easy.” Shu Yu added another explanation.
“If the sleeping pills work, after I sleep with Si Yiheng, we can knock him out with more pills and escape.”
Iron Egg: That plan sounds solid. You’re such a clever girl, Baby Yu.
Iron Egg: With our caution, there’s no mission we can’t complete.
Shu Yu waited until the milk reached the right temperature and nodded. “Mm, we’ll get the mission done smoothly.”
Iron Egg had an idea too. The sleeping pills in this world were nowhere near as strong as those from their bureau. It would request better ones for Shu Yu.
Meanwhile, in the study, Si Yiheng was watching Shu Yu in the kitchen. He zoomed in the camera feed and identified the pill packaging. His gaze turned cold.
Was Shu Yu unable to sleep?
And too afraid of bitterness, so she mixed the pills in milk with extra sugar?
Ten minutes later, Shu Yu knocked on Si Yiheng’s study door, carrying the glass of milk.
Si Yiheng looked at the milk in her hand as she said,
“Gege, I specially heated this milk for you. Drink it quickly.”
