ATM?
The implication was all too clear.
So Shu Yu had seen him as nothing more than a walking cash register from the very beginning.
She said she was deceiving him—first for his money, then for his feelings, for his body, and finally, for the promise that she would stay with him.
Si Yiheng continued scrolling and came across a specific chat label: “LoveSimpAndHomewrecker.”
He clicked on it. Now he was certain that this “LoveSimpAndHomewrecker” was Shen Qinghan.
So Shu Yu knew Shen Qinghan was a simp too.
Would Shu Yu run to that Scumbag Dog Shen Qinghan?
Si Yiheng unblocked Shen Qinghan and sent him a message.
LittleFishSwimming: I’ve arrived in City B.
LoveSimpAndHomewrecker: Where are you? I’ll pick you up. You finally left Si Yiheng.
Si Yiheng let out a cold laugh.
What a pathetic Scumbag Dog, still fantasizing about someone else’s fiancée.
LittleFishSwimming: Shen Qinghan, you’re disgustingly pathetic.
LoveSimpAndHomewrecker: ???
Si Yiheng confirmed that Shu Yu hadn’t gone to Shen Qinghan. He blocked him again.
Then he opened the chat between Shu Yu and Ye Ning.
In Shu Yu’s usual tone, he typed a message.
LittleFishSwimming: Cat peeking head emoji.
Golden Corn: Baby Yu!!! Where did you go? My brother is looking everywhere for you. He looks really angry. You’d better hide.
Si Yiheng confirmed once more that Ye Ning had no idea where Shu Yu was.
He then found the chat log between Shu Yu and Song Wenzhao.
LittleFishSwimming: Big Brother, please don’t always hold such a grudge against Si Yiheng. He’s been good to me. If I’m not around, could you look after him for me?
Si Yiheng stared at that line for a long time.
If she didn’t like him and was only using him, why would she ask Song Wenzhao to take care of him?
Si Yiheng turned to Assistant Xiao Wang. “When you break up with someone you don’t love, do you care if they live or die?”
Assistant Xiao Wang: “!!!”
He was just an assistant, not a relationship counselor.
Why did he have to answer a life-or-death question like this?
Assistant Xiao Wang swallowed hard and decided to answer honestly. “Out of basic human decency, I guess I’d still care. If they were suicidal and actually died, wouldn’t I live the rest of my life feeling guilty for causing their death?”
Si Yiheng’s gaze grew steady. “You’re right.”
Little Orange Shu Yu would arrange everything and leave him to Song Wenzhao.
If she could arrange for Song Wenzhao, why would it be strange for her to also arrange for Si Yiheng?
Shu Yu didn’t want him to die, so before she left, she made sure he rested and ate properly.
Assistant Xiao Wang: “Boss Si, do we keep tailing Song Wenzhao?”
They’d been following him for three days and still hadn’t found any trace of Shu Yu.
Si Yiheng closed his eyes. “Let’s go back.”
Shu Yu wasn’t here.
She hadn’t coordinated with Song Wenzhao to run away. Song Wenzhao had simply sensed her intention to leave.
That’s why he went to pick her up.
He should have realized—even if Shu Yu wanted to escape, she wouldn’t want to drag anyone else into trouble.
Shu Yu leaving with Song Wenzhao...
From the very start, Song Wenzhao had been playing along to mislead him.
When the plane landed, Si Yiheng went home alone.
Assistant Xiao Wang watched Si Yiheng’s dejected back and didn’t know what to say. For nearly five days, Si Yiheng had barely slept.
He didn’t say a word, but Assistant Xiao Wang could feel a self-destructive edge in the way Si Yiheng was torturing himself.
Refusing to let himself sleep.
Assistant Xiao Wang thought about it and figured he could understand. If he had slept soundly only to wake up and find his wife had run away—
He’d probably slap himself twice and curse himself for being such a heavy sleeper.
Assistant Xiao Wang sighed and drove off.
He just hoped Si Yiheng wouldn’t wear himself to death.
Putting aside everything else, Si Yiheng was a generous boss.
Where would he find another boss as open-handed as Si Yiheng?
Si Yiheng opened the door and stepped inside the house. Night had fallen, and the living room lights were off.
Everywhere was pitch black. There was no light left on for him by Shu Yu.
Si Yiheng suddenly felt suffocated under the weight of that darkness.
In the months he had lived here with Shu Yu, he had long come to think of this place as their home.
He had once believed that their home was as warm as anyone else’s.
Even if it was just the three of them—him, Shu Yu, and Little Orange—they were still a happy little family.
Now everything told him that happiness had been an illusion.
When he was lost in bliss, Shu Yu had only wanted his money—had seen him as nothing but a cold, unfeeling ATM.
But now Shu Yu didn’t want his money anymore, and she didn’t want him either.
If the things she loved most couldn’t keep her by his side, what did he have left to hold her?
Himself?
He was even less likely to keep her.
If he could have kept her, if Shu Yu had loved him, she wouldn’t have left.
Shu Yu didn’t love him.
But he couldn’t live without her.
He had to find her, drag her back, and lock her up.
Si Yiheng climbed the stairs like a walking corpse, his steps unsteady. He stumbled, nearly losing his balance as his tall frame pitched forward.
The stumble lowered his line of sight, and his eyes caught sight of a familiar camera under a cabinet.
He stepped forward and picked it up.
