Shu Yu: “!!!”
Shu Yu was counting down the minutes, thinking that Si Yiheng had already fallen asleep.
How could he still be holding her hand?
Shu Yu stammered as she spoke to Iron Egg, “Iron Egg, the medicine, the medicine’s not working.”
However, Si Yiheng didn’t last long. He didn’t even have the strength to ask one last question before his eyes closed again.
Even Iron Egg was startled. For a moment, Iron Egg had genuinely feared that not even the department’s knockout drugs could take Si Yiheng down.
Now that they saw Si Yiheng had truly lost consciousness—
Both Iron Egg and Shu Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
Iron Egg: [That scared me. If the drugs hadn’t put Si Yiheng out and he’d caught us dosing him, we would’ve been done for.]
Shu Yu nodded.
Yes. It would probably have been very bad.
Iron Egg: [Si Yiheng would definitely have locked you up, then punished you hard, asking if you still wanted to run away.]
Shu Yu, who had been nodding along, suddenly froze. “…”
Iron Egg was still the same old perverted system.
“Iron Egg, don’t say such disheartening things.”
Shu Yu finally looked down at her wrist, still gripped by Si Yiheng.
He was holding on tight. Shu Yu bent over and struggled for a long while before she finally pried his hand away.
She quickly got off the bed. The first thing she did was look for the unequal treaty she had signed.
But Shu Yu searched through every drawer of Si Yiheng’s.
After half an hour of searching, she couldn’t find the marriage contract she had written with Si Yiheng.
Iron Egg reminded her: [You probably won’t find it. This was Si Yiheng’s last guarantee, after all.]
Shu Yu: w(ﾟДﾟ)w
His guarantee, her dignity.
Iron Egg: [Baby Yu, you should pack your things and leave now. Si Yiheng is kind of scary. I’m afraid he might suddenly wake up.]
Shu Yu thought it over, then gave up. She hurried to her own room to find her luggage and start packing.
Little Orange was originally sleeping. When she saw Shu Yu packing, she swished her tail, sat down inside Shu Yu’s suitcase, and lay down.
She took up most of the space in the suitcase.
As if reminding Shu Yu: if you’re leaving, you have to take me with you.
Shu Yu lifted Little Orange out. “Baby, wait for me. I’ll take you with me.”
But as soon as Shu Yu set her down, Little Orange crawled back into the suitcase on her own.
With no other choice, Shu Yu first found Little Orange’s carrier bag and put her inside.
Little Orange didn’t like the carrier. Taking advantage of Shu Yu’s distraction, she slipped out again. Spotting Shu Yu’s camera nearby, she started playing with its strap.
In a corner Shu Yu hadn’t noticed, Little Orange dragged the camera farther and farther away.
After playing for a while, Little Orange grew bored with the camera. She slowly wandered back into Si Yiheng’s room.
Seeing Si Yiheng asleep, Little Orange sat down on his chest, tucked her paws in, closed her eyes, and dozed off.
Shu Yu finished packing and returned to the study.
She sat down in the seat Si Yiheng usually occupied, took out a pen, and wrote a line.
— Si Yiheng, I’ve been lying to you this whole time. Let’s break up.
After writing it, Shu Yu stared at the words, lost in thought.
She wondered what Si Yiheng’s reaction would be when he woke up and saw this note.
Even Shu Yu herself found it cruel.
Putting herself in his shoes — at the very least, she couldn’t accept the person she loved leaving her with just this one line.
Especially at a time when she was most looking forward to spending her life with him.
She would probably never forgive such deception and abandonment.
Shu Yu crumpled the paper in her fingers, her gaze drifting toward the bedroom again.
Si Yiheng’s plea before he closed his eyes replayed in her mind.
Maybe she could stay.
When Si Yiheng woke up tomorrow morning, he would still see her. He would think she was just joking with him.
She could stay with him a little longer.
Iron Egg grew anxious: [Baby Yu, you need to go. You’ve reached the breakup plot point — you have to break up with Si Yiheng.]
In the original story, Si Yiheng was the one who initiated the breakup. But now, Si Yiheng would never bring it up.
It had to be Shu Yu who broke the balance.
Hitting the required breakup ending at the plot point meant the department would have ten days to settle the task. As long as Shu Yu and Si Yiheng were broken up by then, their mission would be considered successful.
Shu Yu said nothing.
Iron Egg kept persuading her: [Baby Yu, listen to me. Only if you complete the task can you two have a future.]
[If you fail, you might be taken out of this world in all kinds of ways.]
[It could be a lingering illness that wastes you away to skin and bones, or an unavoidable accident. The ones who love you, the ones you love — they would watch you die with their own eyes.]
[If you’re erased, they…]
Whether it was Si Yiheng, Song Wenzhao, or Shu Yu’s parents she hadn’t yet met — could any of them go on living?
Iron Egg’s words fell one by one, bringing Shu Yu a little back to her senses.
But she was still so heartbroken.
Only in the past few days had Shu Yu come to understand that reason couldn’t always control emotion.
Reason only seemed to make her heart ache even more.
Tears splashed down, soaking the paper.
Shu Yu wiped her tears with her fingers, crumpled the paper, and took out a fresh sheet. She wrote the same thing again.
Only this time, the paper held no creases, no tears.
No trace of hesitation.
Shu Yu took her SIM card out of her phone.
Before leaving, she went back to the bedroom to take one last look at Si Yiheng. When she saw the hefty Little Orange pressing on his chest, her already bad mood turned into pure shock.
Shu Yu: “…”
She hurriedly scooped up Little Orange. “Baby, are you trying to smother Si Yiheng?”
Little Orange: “Meow!”
As if Little Orange had absolutely no awareness of her own weight.
She just loved to press down heavily on people when she slept.
Other times, it was fine. If it made it hard to breathe, Si Yiheng would wake up and shoo her off.
But now, Si Yiheng was drugged. She might actually crush him to death.
Shu Yu picked up Little Orange, looked at Si Yiheng for a moment, then leaned down and kissed his thin lips.
“Gege, goodbye.”
Shu Yu was fully covered up — long sleeves, long pants, a mask pulled over her face, only her clear, bright eyes showing.
One hand carried her suitcase, the other held the carrier bag with Little Orange inside.
Before stepping out the door, Shu Yu turned back to look at the place where she and Si Yiheng had lived together for months.
Every corner seemed to hold traces of their time together.
Si Yiheng would return home, and they would embrace in the entryway.
They would sit together on the sofa, holding each other to while away the hours.
They would eat and chat together at the dining table.
Scene after scene played back before Shu Yu’s eyes like a replay.
Finally, she made up her mind. She took a deep breath and pulled the door shut.
Turning around, she left without hesitation.
Just as Shu Yu was drowning in sorrow, a shadow blocked the light in front of her. Shu Yu froze slightly, her gaze slowly traveling upward.
There stood Song Wenzhao before her, a gentle smile on his lips.
“Little Treasure, Big Brother is taking you away.”
