Shu Yu didn’t dare even breathe. She quickly handed the phone back to Uncle Qin.
She sat obediently to the side, pretending nothing had happened.
As if she hadn’t just caused trouble.
Seeing Shu Yu like this, Uncle Qin’s face was full of affection.
On the other end of the video call, Shu Yu’s face had been swapped for Uncle Qin’s. Song Wenzhao’s expression was blank, and he furrowed his brows slightly as he looked at Si Yiheng with some displeasure.
Song Wenzhao said, “Young President Si, are you taking advantage of being abroad to act like breaking into someone’s home isn’t illegal?”
Then Song Wenzhao glanced at the people around Si Yiheng, his tone mocking.
“Did you bring a whole van full of thugs to come beat me up?”
Song Wenzhao added, “Careful, or I’ll call the cops and have you arrested.”
Shu Yu sat beside Uncle Qin, staring at him with wide eyes.
Van full of thugs?
That sounded like a delicious snack.
Who knew her Big Brother could be so creative? Even made it feel like Si Yiheng barging in with a group was just some kind of child’s play.
Si Yiheng’s gaze was locked tightly on the phone in Song Wenzhao’s hand. His voice cold, he said, “Big Brother, I just want to see Xiaoyu.”
Song Wenzhao’s face still held a smile. “Baby Yu isn’t here with me.”
Si Yiheng’s brow sank with coldness. “Stop pretending. You’re the one who took Baby Yu away.”
Song Wenzhao’s acting was truly terrible.
Or rather, Song Wenzhao couldn’t even be bothered to act.
Because Song Wenzhao was confident enough that Si Yiheng wouldn’t find Shu Yu anytime soon.
Si Yiheng signaled his people to search.
He stepped closer, his gaze landing subtly on Song Wenzhao’s phone. “Big Brother, could you let me see your phone?”
Song Wenzhao smiled without warmth. “No need to look. It’s the latest model from Brand X. Go buy the same one for yourself.”
Si Yiheng: “...”
Shu Yu, eavesdropping: “...”
Since when was her Big Brother like this?
Delivering utter nonsense with a straight face.
He knew exactly what Si Yiheng meant, but her Big Brother just rambled on.
Si Yiheng responded equally seriously: “Is this model supposed to look like this? It seems like Big Brother bought a knockoff.”
As he said that, Si Yiheng moved swiftly and snatched the phone from Song Wenzhao’s hand.
Song Wenzhao: “...”
A robber.
His adorable little sister had fallen for a robber.
Si Yiheng looked down at the phone screen, trying to suppress the cold hostility in his eyes to appear gentler.
But instead, he was met with the wrinkled face of Uncle Qin, who chuckled. “Good evening, Young President Si.”
“Oh dear, the young master wanted to check in with Mr. and Mrs. Song. I was just video-calling him to ask if he wanted me to mail him a pink bedding set.”
“Young President Si, what’s going on?”
“Do you want a pink bedding set too? I’ll send you one as well!”
Si Yiheng: “...”
Song Wenzhao: “...”
When did he ever use a pink bedding set?
Uncle Qin ignored Si Yiheng’s silence and kept babbling. “Our young master has always had a soft spot for pink. You know, ever since the young miss went missing, he’s needed to hold onto the young miss’s pink blanket to fall asleep.”
Si Yiheng couldn’t be bothered to listen to Uncle Qin anymore. He tossed the phone back to Song Wenzhao.
He knew about this Song family butler—he had always stayed in the country, managing the Song family’s old estate and a few remaining domestic businesses.
Because his father had been saved by the Song family, Uncle Qin had grown up alongside Song Wenzhao’s father and was fiercely loyal to the Song family.
After Shu Yu went missing, Song Wenzhao’s parents didn’t have much energy to care for him, so most of the time, Uncle Qin looked after Song Wenzhao.
To Song Wenzhao, Uncle Qin was basically a second father.
It made sense that Song Wenzhao had been on a call with Uncle Qin, and that Uncle Qin hadn’t followed Song Wenzhao to B City.
Si Yiheng should have known—the person on the other end couldn’t have been Shu Yu.
There was no way Song Wenzhao would give away even a clue about Shu Yu.
Song Wenzhao took back his phone and sneered. “Si Yiheng, do you have paranoia? You want to see whoever I’m video-calling?”
He lifted his eyelids and casually scanned the people returning empty-handed.
“Did you find Baby Yu? I haven’t even asked why you drove my sister away, but here you are, blaming me.”
Si Yiheng didn’t respond. He pulled out his phone and searched every room himself.
However, instead of finding Shu Yu, he found Little Orange hiding in a blanket.
When Si Yiheng spotted him, Little Orange looked like he was having a mini earthquake in his eyes.
The emerald necklace around his neck swung.
Then Little Orange slithered down from the blanket and slipped away through a gap.
Si Yiheng: “...”
He couldn’t be bothered with Little Orange—the kitten was big enough that he clearly wasn’t suffering at Song Wenzhao’s place.
Song Wenzhao didn’t even try to act anymore.
He hadn’t even hidden Little Orange properly, yet insisted he didn’t know where Shu Yu was.
Si Yiheng kept his cold expression and continued sending messages.
Just as he was about to step out of the room, he heard the sound of a notification ping coming from the wardrobe.
Si Yiheng approached the wardrobe and yanked it open.
But instead of seeing the person he’d hoped for, he only found Shu Yu’s phone abandoned inside.
He let out another cold laugh.
To avoid him, she’d abandoned Little Orange and even her phone.
Si Yiheng picked up the phone and left Song Wenzhao’s place with his people.
Song Wenzhao smiled. “Young President Si, take your time leaving. You’re not welcome here next time.”
Si Yiheng paused, shot a glance at Song Wenzhao, and then left without a word.
As soon as Si Yiheng was gone, the smile vanished from Song Wenzhao’s face.
He calmly made sure Si Yiheng had really left, then glanced at the spot where Si Yiheng’s people had searched the longest. Into the phone, he said, “Uncle Qin, Si Yiheng is just ridiculous.”
“Forget it. I’ll talk to you later. Don’t forget to send me that pink bedding set.”
“How can I still live in this place?” Song Wenzhao seemed a bit exasperated. “Little Orange, come to work with your uncle.”
Little Orange looked up.
Meow, does Mew have to go to work too?
But Song Wenzhao didn’t give Little Orange a chance to refuse. He picked up the kitten and headed to the company.
In the car, Associate Xiao Wang sat next to Si Yiheng, listening to the audio from a recording device. He kept his head down and didn’t say a word.
Si Yiheng causing a fuss at Song Wenzhao’s place to look for Shu Yu was only a pretext—his real goal was secretly planting recording devices.
But Song Wenzhao was no pushover either.
Si Yiheng caused a scene, so he could just move out.
Both men had fought their way through the business world; no one was easy to fool.
Si Yiheng’s expression was cold and heavy as he stared at Shu Yu’s phone. Finally, he handed it to Associate Xiao Wang. “Find someone to unlock the password.”
Song Wenzhao took Little Orange to his office, then video-called Shu Yu again.
“Baby Yu, that boyfriend of yours—I don’t even want to talk about it.”
“He actually dared to break into my home.”
Shu Yu leaned close to the screen, her expression serious. “Big Brother, he never used to break into homes before.”
Song Wenzhao: “...”
By that logic, a murderer didn’t murder before they murdered, either.
