Shu Yu stared at the last line of small text and nearly fainted.
Did they really have to write about Si Yiheng’s chastity on paper?
If she broke up with Si Yiheng, would he plaster this marriage contract all over the world?
The contract held no legal meaning, but for her, it carried the risk of social death.
Shu Yu wanted to change a couple of words, but Si Yiheng had already put the paper away.
Shu Yu: (〒▽〒)
Si Yiheng’s breath once again flushed Shu Yu’s earlobe as he gently nuzzled against her neck.
“Baby, do you want more?”
Shu Yu’s eyelashes fluttered, and she looked up at Si Yiheng pitifully. “Yes.”
She had already written the pledge; if she backed out now, it would all be for nothing.
The sunk cost was simply too high.
Shu Yu couldn’t bear that.
Si Yiheng carried Shu Yu back to the bedroom and opened the bedside drawer with one hand. Inside was a drawer full of little umbrellas.
Shu Yu: “?”
She didn’t remember there being that many.
Watching Si Yiheng calmly pull a little umbrella from the drawer, Shu Yu didn’t have time to wonder why there were more—she nervously averted her gaze, not daring to look.
She hadn’t succeeded in hiding in the dark, and Si Yiheng caught her instantly.
Si Yiheng: “Baby Yu, did you buy these?”
Shu Yu: “...”
Shu Yu turned her head away, her voice barely audible due to guilt. “No.”
Si Yiheng suppressed the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Mm, then I must have bought them—I almost forgot.”
“Want to use one?”
Shu Yu finally looked back at Si Yiheng, her eyes glistening with moisture. “Go ahead, use it.”
“Otherwise they’ll expire, right? Don’t want to waste them,” Shu Yu said, her voice trailing off.
Si Yiheng nodded, all serious. “Mm, then we have to use them all up; it would be wasteful otherwise.”
Shu Yu: “...”
Si Yiheng looked at Shu Yu lying on his bed, staring at him like that, and felt a pang of guilt toward his young fiancée.
But that guilt came with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Probably because of Shu Yu’s pledge, and because even if she drugged him, she still wanted him.
Shu Yu liked him.
Shu Yu loved him.
That’s why she was like this with him.
Chilling with Si Yiheng so openly for the first time, Shu Yu didn’t know what to do, only feeling like she was melting from the scorching heat radiating off Si Yiheng.
“Baby Yu, are you scared?”
Si Yiheng placed his hand on Shu Yu’s waist, pulling her fully into his embrace. Shu Yu nodded blankly.
Si Yiheng’s size was still a bit beyond her expectations.
Si Yiheng coaxed her gently. “Don’t be afraid.”
Then Shu Yu felt him rubbing softly against her, kissing little by little, trying to ease inside.
The sensation wasn’t entirely unfamiliar—it had started with his hand after all.
Outside the door, Little Orange stared at the red wine on the table, hopping up curiously.
Like it often did when being mischievous, it poked its paw into the cup, testing the water’s surface over and over. Once its paw was wet, Little Orange lifted it and began licking.
Tears brimming in her eyes, Shu Yu trembled lightly as she clung to Si Yiheng.
How could it be the same as Little Orange?
“Si Yiheng… how can you be like this?”
Si Yiheng coaxed her. “So sweet, Little Treasure is sweet.”
Shu Yu pushed her hand against Si Yiheng’s cheek, refusing to let him lean in and kiss her lips.
“Baby, relax—why are you rubbing against Gege like that?”
“Are you a kitten?”
Watching Shu Yu look lost and unfocused, Si Yiheng really felt Shu Yu was like a clingy, beautiful little cat.
“How wonderful. Such a good, picky-free baby.” Si Yiheng’s voice was low and husky as he felt himself completely drawn in.
Beyond the door, Little Orange had finally given up trying to scratch the wineglass for a drink, knocking it over instead. The wineglass suddenly tumbled from the table, shattering with a burst of liquid and glass.
Wine splashed all over the floor, leaving a large wet stain.
The sound of breaking glass made Shu Yu shrink deeper into Si Yiheng’s embrace, biting Si Yiheng’s fingers, trembling.
“Baby, can you take it? If you can’t, let Gege kiss you, okay?”
Shu Yu’s tears mixed with a petulant voice, indistinctly muffled as Si Yiheng kissed her lips.
“Baby Yu, will you get engaged to me?”
Matters had already reached such an irreversible point—they should get engaged. Get engaged now, and when Shu Yu graduated, they would marry.
Shu Yu couldn’t think properly from all the teasing, but her intuition told her she shouldn’t casually agree to Si Yiheng at a moment like this.
Si Yiheng gently nuzzled Shu Yu again. “Don’t bite your lip. Speak, Baby.”
“You… don’t be like this, Si Yiheng,” Shu Yu said in a broken voice, worn out by Si Yiheng’s persistence.
“You’re bullying me.”
Si Yiheng replied in a deep voice mixed with coaxing. “Little Treasure, promise your Gege.”
Tears blurring her vision, Shu Yu finally understood that in this situation, there was no chance to refuse.
“I… um, I promise.”
Shu Yu didn’t even know when she fell asleep.
Shu Yu woke up groggily to find it was already the afternoon of the next day.
Si Yiheng wasn’t in the room.
Lying in bed with barely any strength, Shu Yu hugged the blanket and felt exhausted, but her body was clean and fresh. Slowly recalling, she remembered that last night, Si Yiheng seemed to have carried her to take a bath.
After the bath, it seemed he had applied medicine for her, too.
Thinking about that, Shu Yu’s eyelashes fluttered. Something felt off.
Why had Si Yiheng prepared medicine in advance too?
Was it really just her who had been plotting all along?
Shu Yu used her fingers to open the bedside table drawer, revealing a drawer full of tools.
Shu Yu: “…”
Had she really been setting a trap for Si Yiheng?
She was starting to wonder if Si Yiheng had been setting a trap for her instead.
Shu Yu asked weakly, “Iron Egg, did I complete my mission?”
Iron Egg: [Completed, completed.]
Iron Egg turned nosy: [Baby, how did you two do it last night?]
Shu Yu: “…”
Just twisted and turned, over and over again.
Iron Egg, having no real concern for the mission, let its eyes wander everywhere—the blanket even seemed to have been changed, likely because it had gotten wet.
Iron Egg: [Baby, I know you must be shy. It’s okay, let’s play a question-and-answer game.]
Shu Yu blinked gently. “What question-and-answer game?”
Iron Egg: [I’ll ask: what did you and Si Yiheng eat last night? Thick latte? Navel orange? Cream-filled puff? Water-fried bun?]
Shu Yu: “…”
Shu Yu did not want to recall last night at all. Si Yiheng was really good at tricking her.
What kind of unfair agreements had she signed?
Shu Yu said in a low voice, “Iron Egg, you know what? Yesterday Si Yiheng made me write a pledge. If I didn’t write it, he wouldn’t let me sleep.”
Iron Egg’s attention was caught again: [What did you write?]
Shu Yu described the contents of the “marriage contract,” especially the small line of text at the bottom. She grievance-filledly complained to Iron Egg about it twice.
Iron Egg mercilessly mocked her: “Oh, so he’s a vintage-style boyfriend, huh? Needs a marriage contract before he’ll let you sleep with him.”
Shu Yu was originally in despair, but when she heard Iron Egg’s remark, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
But soon, Shu Yu sank into even deeper despair.
She had coaxed Si Yiheng with sweet words and tender promises. Now, she hadn’t just tricked Si Yiheng out of his money—she’d also deceived his feelings, and taken his first time.
After she ran away, Si Yiheng would surely hate her forever.
