Si Yiheng looked at the note and suddenly let out a cold laugh.
She had been deceiving him all along.
Deceiving him, loving him.
Deceiving him into thinking she would marry him.
Deceiving him into thinking she would never leave him.
Deceiving him, telling him they would be together for eternity.
Was that so?
Memories flooded back, threading together like a string, and that string told Si Yiheng that Shen Qinghan wasn’t lying.
Shu Yu had wanted to break up with him ever since they started dating.
So Shu Yu had tested him time and again, making him promise over and over that they’d part peacefully.
From the very beginning, Shu Yu had never planned to stay with him forever.
The engagement, the marriage, the love—
All of it was fake.
Si Yiheng’s heart felt as if someone had gouged a piece out of it, bleeding raw and aching.
He should have known. How could someone like him ever earn Shu Yu’s favor?
He had noticed Shu Yu’s unusual behavior, so why had he still sunk into the dream she had woven for him?
Why had he believed her lies again?
He had handed her the chance to leave him himself.
Seeing the words “Deceive you” and “Break up” on the note, Si Yiheng’s gaze darkened further.
Why should he just let Shu Yu break up with him like this?
He wouldn’t.
If she wanted to leave, to run away—fine.
He would bring her back again and never trust her words again.
What was promised to be eternity was eternity. Not a minute, not a second less would do.
Even if it was a lie, if it came true, it would become the truth.
Si Yiheng dialed a number and ordered in a cold voice, “Check where Song Wenzhao is right now.”
Soon Assistant Xiao Wang arrived at Si Yiheng’s residence to report what he had found about Song Wenzhao. “Young President Si, Mr. Song boarded a plane today and went to City B.”
Si Yiheng’s gaze was indifferent. “Private jet?”
Assistant Xiao Wang quickly replied, “Yes, it was a private jet.”
Si Yiheng: “When was the flight route applied for?”
Assistant Xiao Wang: “The route was applied for two days ago.”
Si Yiheng’s eyes turned colder.
Shu Yu really no longer depended on him. She had long planned to leave him with Song Wenzhao behind his back, even applying for the flight route in advance.
Even knowing that Shu Yu’s departure this time had been premeditated, Si Yiheng’s heart still throbbed with dull pain.
“Young President Si, should I book you a ticket now, or apply for an urgent flight route?”
Si Yiheng looked down at his WeChat chat screen, his slightly messy bangs hiding his cold, stern features.
Si Yiheng: Baby Yu, come back now, okay?
Si Yiheng: I don’t care that you lied to me. We can pretend nothing happened.
Si Yiheng: Little Treasure, don’t you believe that Gege won’t hurt you?
Si Yiheng: As long as you come back now, we’ll go back to how things were.
But his messages were like stones thrown into the sea—plop, and they sank.
No ripples, no echoes.
And certainly no Shu Yu’s sweet, dependent voice calling him “Gege.”
Assistant Xiao Wang secretly watched Si Yiheng. Si Yiheng’s shirt cuffs were rolled up, his face expressionless, still looking indifferent and refined.
But the bright red bite mark on the pale skin of his neck shattered that composed facade.
It revealed the wild, greedy desire hiding under Si Yiheng’s cold exterior.
Assistant Xiao Wang knew that Si Yiheng seemed calm now, but in reality, he was nearly furious.
When he first arrived, Si Yiheng’s voice had been trembling with rage.
It wasn’t much better now—the hand gripping his phone had bulging veins and prominent tendons.
Assistant Xiao Wang carefully followed Si Yiheng’s gaze to the chat history.
He almost fainted from shock.
If Miss Shu Yu believed Young President Si’s words and came back, she’d really be done for.
Just earlier, Si Yiheng had asked him about the facilities on one of the Si family’s private islands.
He was sure that once Miss Shu Yu returned, Young President Si would lose his mind, take her to that island, and make sure she could never escape—waking up every day to face him.
He’d make sure no one could find her.
What a mess this whole thing was.
How could people cause such chaos? The way these young masters and ladies handled love was really intense—
deceiving, running away, all as casually as eating or drinking.
Not going after her? Ha, how could he not.
Si Yiheng: “Apply for the flight route.”
Si Yiheng tightened his grip on his phone. “Also, have the editor who signed Shu Yu’s comic Neon Extinction contact her.”
Assistant Xiao Wang quickly noted everything down, then asked, “Young President Si, should I also have Miss Ye Ning contact Miss Shu Yu?”
Si Yiheng sneered. There was no way Shu Yu would contact Ye Ning.
Thinking about what Shu Yu had said to Ye Ning, Si Yiheng found himself utterly ridiculous.
Si Yiheng: “Have Ye Ning contact Xiaoyu too.”
Even knowing Shu Yu wouldn’t reach out to Ye Ning, what else could he do?
He couldn’t bear to make another wrong decision and miss any news of Shu Yu.
Shu Yu had already left City A. She curled up in the car and dozed off for a while.
As she slept, tears occasionally seeped from the corners of her eyes.
It was as if she was trapped by her dreams—or trapped by Si Yiheng.
The butler secretly watched Shu Yu and felt a pang of sympathy.
Miss Shu Yu had always had some bad luck—lost as a child and now struggling in love.
When she woke, Shu Yu felt a little dazed.
She had given her phone to Song Wenzhao, so Si Yiheng shouldn’t be able to find her anymore.
On the private jet, Little Orange was held in Song Wenzhao’s arms, wearing an emerald-green necklace around her neck.
Song Wenzhao leaned back gracefully in his seat, and Little Orange held up her little head just as elegantly, proudly showing off the necklace Song Wenzhao had just put on her.
Song Wenzhao’s assistant looked on: “…”
Damn it.
Even the cat was now wearing an emerald necklace.
And she carried the same refined arrogance as Song Wenzhao.
Song Wenzhao was busy selecting bodyguards. Since he wasn’t by Shu Yu’s side, he had to find people to protect her.
Song Wenzhao critiqued pickily, “This one’s face isn’t good enough.”
“This one’s not tall enough.”
Assistant: “…”
Was this choosing bodyguards or picking out male models?
Song Wenzhao tapped on a photo of a certain bodyguard and checked the file. “This face passes muster, but his actual skills aren’t strong enough.”
After picking and choosing, he settled on eight bodyguards and handed them over to the assistant. “Arrange for them to go to this address and find Uncle Qin.”
That kid Si Yiheng would only be fooled temporarily.
He had applied for the flight route in advance because, after Shu Yu’s words that day, he had planned to take her home.
Now that Si Yiheng had found out about the route application, driven by emotion, he would likely believe that Shu Yu had left with him.
But Song Wenzhao wasn’t sure when Si Yiheng would catch on and start searching other places Shu Yu might have gone.
Sending more people to protect Shu Yu was necessary.
If she was actually discovered, these people could still help her escape.
Just as the assistant was about to carry out the orders, Song Wenzhao pulled up a photo of Si Yiheng and showed it to the assistant. “By the way, find someone who looks a bit like this.”
“With maybe a fifty or sixty percent resemblance. Dress them up to look the part.”
In case Little Treasure was truly heartbroken.
Even if they weren’t needed, he wanted to be prepared.
Assistant: “…”
Why not just say you’re looking for Si Yiheng’s illegitimate half-brother instead.
It might not be easy to find an exact copy of someone else, but since Mr. Si Sr. has sown seeds all over the place, finding someone who actually resembles Si Yiheng isn’t out of the question.
Song Wenzhao added, "Not the old bastard’s illegitimate son. See if you can find a clean, obedient kid from one of the side branches of the Si family."
Si Yiheng had, after all, shared a brief, casual romance with Shu Yu.
He wouldn’t make things too ugly.
Using some disreputable illegitimate son to sting Si Yiheng’s heart was one thing.
Those unclean, low-born types weren’t fit for his sister anyway.
Song Wenzhao, in an excellent mood again, stroked Little Orange’s tiny cat head.
Si Yiheng wasn’t as clever as him. If he were Si Yiheng, he’d have stashed Little Orange away somewhere hidden.
Even if Shu Yu wanted to run, the moment she realized Little Orange wasn’t there, she would come back just to steal the cat.
Now that Little Orange was with him, if Shu Yu wanted to see the cat, she’d definitely have to video call him.
"Little Orange, do you miss Baby Yu? If you miss Baby Yu, once we get off the plane, Uncle will help you video call Baby Yu, okay?"
Little Orange meowed back at Song Wenzhao and rubbed its furry head against his palm.
The emerald-green necklace around its neck sparkled with dazzling fire and brilliance.
Little Orange: "Meow meow meow!" Unkie, this kitty needs a can of treats!
