Si Yiheng: “...”
Si Yiheng stared at the glass of milk, lost in thought.
The sleeping pills—were they meant for him? The extra sugar was probably to mask the taste of the pills.
But facing Shu Yu’s hopeful gaze, Si Yiheng couldn’t bring himself to refuse.
This must be Shu Yu’s first time doing something like this. She fidgeted nervously with little movements.
Si Yiheng’s long, elegant fingers picked up the glass and took a sip.
The moment he drank, Shu Yu started to tense up, wondering if he could taste what she’d slipped in. She watched him obediently, one hand twisting the hem of her clothes.
The milk was so sweet it nearly choked Si Yiheng, and he wanted water to wash it down. But out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Shu Yu’s anxious expression. He suppressed his discomfort, not wanting to show it.
Shu Yu: “Is it good?”
Si Yiheng paused. “...Yeah, it’s good.”
Shu Yu blinked softly, the knot of tension in her chest finally loosening. “Iron Egg, Si Yiheng can get a good night’s sleep tonight.”
Iron Egg: [?]
Wait—wasn’t it more like Si Yiheng had been successfully drugged?
Something felt off.
Drugged = A good night’s sleep.
Huh. Maybe it wasn’t that strange after all.
After Si Yiheng finished the milk, he soon showed signs of drowsiness. Shu Yu, twirling her stylus, noticed him rubbing his temples. “Si Yiheng, if you’re tired, go to sleep.”
Si Yiheng looked up, meeting Shu Yu’s eyes. “Yeah.”
“Come sleep with me.”
With that, he scooped Shu Yu up without hesitation. She didn’t resist, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Sleeping with Si Yiheng was perfect—she could observe the effects of the drug.
Shu Yu closed her eyes, curling up in his arms. Soon, she felt his steady, rhythmic breathing.
Once she was sure he was asleep, she snuggled deeper into his embrace, satisfied, and quickly drifted off herself.
What Shu Yu didn’t know was that the moment she fell into deep sleep, Si Yiheng opened his eyes. His fingers gently traced her cheek, and he leaned in to kiss her lips softly.
His gaze was clear and sharp—no trace of sleepiness remained.
Iron Egg: [!!!]
What the hell?
How did he have resistance to the drug on the first try?
Still, Iron Egg quickly found a silver lining. So this was why it had pulled the hidden script. It had the ability to complete this mission after all.
Just wait until Si Yiheng thought he had everything under control, convinced that sleeping pills couldn’t touch him. Then it would hit him with the Bureau’s super-strength sedatives.
That time, Si Yiheng would be knocked out for real.
Then Baby Yu could safely make her escape.
It was worthy of being Baby Yu’s system—just as clever as she was.
The milk laced with sleeping pills became a nightly routine for a whole week.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, gilding the tassels in pale gold and spreading a warm glow across the bed. On the mattress, Si Yiheng’s tall frame completely enveloped Shu Yu, his arm wrapped around her waist as he nuzzled her hair with his chin.
“Sleeping together has really improved my rest,” Si Yiheng mentioned casually.
Shu Yu had just woken up, still half-asleep. But his words jolted her wide awake.
Because I’ve been putting sleeping pills in your milk, she thought to herself.
She toyed with his hand, wanting to tell him that one day he should sleep well and eat well on his own. But the words died in her throat.
If she said that now, it would be as good as admitting something was wrong with her.
Shu Yu: “Then let’s sleep together again today. That way, we can both rest well.”
Si Yiheng: “Mm.”
Iron Egg: [Baby Yu, the medicine arrived. Time to start the mission.]
Both types of drugs had arrived.
The task could proceed smoothly now.
Si Yiheng was always hard to trick, but now it seemed like they could finally outsmart him.
Iron Egg felt a newfound sense of purpose—a drive it had never had before.
When you’re up to no good, you never get tired.
Even for a system.
Iron Egg was so excited that Shu Yu could feel its enthusiasm radiating.
Shu Yu blinked, perking up. “Egg, spill it. How are you going to pull one over on Si Yiheng?”
Iron Egg had been planning to keep it a secret for a big reveal, but as Shu Yu leaned in, ears practically perked, it couldn’t hold back anymore.
Iron Egg whispered in Shu Yu’s ear, hushing its voice even though it knew Si Yiheng could never hear them. It was all for the dramatic effect.
When Shu Yu heard the plan, she was momentarily stunned.
So Si Yiheng had been watching her act this whole time?
Remembering what he’d said that morning, she cupped her cheeks in her hands. “How infuriating.”
He must think she was an idiot, so easy to fool.
No wonder he drank the milk with a suppressed smile. She’d thought he genuinely loved sweetened milk.
Iron Egg: [So today, we put the drug in the wine. We keep the milk as a safe bet. That way, Si Yiheng will think the milk always has sleeping pills, and anything else is a decoy.]
[Next time, we put the strong sedative in the milk. He’ll definitely fall for it!]
Shu Yu mused, “What if he doesn’t drink the wine?”
Iron Egg: [Trust me, Baby Yu. You take a sip first, and he’ll drink it without a second thought.]
Shu Yu believed in Iron Egg. If she drank from the same bottle, it proved she hadn’t slipped anything in.
She went down to the basement again, grabbed a bottle of wine, and used a syringe to inject the drug through the cork.
Si Yiheng zoomed in on the surveillance footage, but couldn’t make out what she was using this time.
A flicker of confusion crossed his face.
What else could it be besides sleeping pills?
Shu Yu clutched the bottle of red wine, her nerves on edge. All the previous runs had been practice. This was the real deal.
Her pale face was taut with tension, her heart pounding. “Iron Egg, I thought I’d be braver than this, but I’m not so sure now.”
Iron Egg: [Don’t worry, it’s still early. Go take a shower to calm your nerves.]
Shu Yu felt a wave of relief. “Good idea. I’ll shower first, then drug Si Yiheng.”
From the monitor, Si Yiheng saw her about to leave her room, wondering what the hell she was up to this time.
But then Shu Yu brought the wine back to her own room.
Si Yiheng: “?”
Wait—wasn’t that for him?
After a hot shower, Shu Yu felt a little more confident.
She changed into a pink nightgown. The steam had left her skin flushed and soft, making her look like a juicy peach, ready to burst at the slightest touch.
And that was how she appeared before Si Yiheng, holding a bottle of wine.
Si Yiheng: “...”
So it was that kind of drug.
He looked at her. “What’s wrong, Baby?”
Shu Yu blinked, her beautiful eyes glistening with a hint of moisture. “I can’t sleep, Gege. Would you drink with me?”
Si Yiheng’s throat went dry. He murmured, “Okay.”
Shu Yu handed him the wine, letting him open it. She rested her chin on her delicate hands, watching intently as he worked the cork.
Si Yiheng opened the bottle silently and poured a glass.
Without a second thought, Shu Yu raised it to her lips and took a sip. Si Yiheng felt his heart skip a beat.
So that was her play—she’d drink first to prove the drugged wine was safe, just to make him take a drink.
Si Yiheng encircled Shu Yu’s waist, pulling the person into his embrace.
He pinched Shu Yu’s chin, parted Shu Yu’s lips, and swept every drop of the alcohol Shu Yu had just drunk into his own mouth.
The liquid slid down Si Yiheng’s throat, his Adam's apple bobbing once.
