Shu Yu: “!!!”
She really didn’t plan on tipping off Song Wenzhao.
Si Yiheng said coldly, “Don’t even think about it. I won’t let you talk to Song Wenzhao.”
Shu Yu lowered her eyes. “Oh, fine then.”
She pulled the blanket over herself and burrowed back into bed.
“Close the curtains. I want to sleep.”
Shu Yu spoke softly.
Si Yiheng watched her curled-up form, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
An hour later,
Si Yiheng had bathed Shu Yu, changed her into pajamas, and was holding her on the sofa.
Shu Yu took Si Yiheng’s phone and video-called Song Wenzhao.
When the call connected, Shu Yu immediately smiled and said, “Big Brother.”
The next second, she saw Song Wenzhao’s cold face.
Shu Yu: o(=•ェ•=)m
It seemed Big Brother was a little angry. Maybe the way she started the video call wasn’t quite right.
Shu Yu sneakily glanced at Si Yiheng,
wanting to ask if he could stop holding her during the call. It didn’t seem good for Song Zhaozhao to see this.
But Si Yiheng clearly didn’t catch Shu Yu’s hint.
Or rather, he did,
but he was petty enough not to agree.
Shu Yu angrily bit her cheek.
“Gege, you’re such a stingy man, drinking cold water.”
Si Yiheng: “...”
So now he was stingy again?
Song Wenzhao hadn’t expected to see Shu Yu on the other end. He thought Si Yiheng had taken her just to provoke him.
The coldness on Song Wenzhao’s face hadn’t faded, but the moment he saw Shu Yu, he performed an instant Sichuan opera-level face change.
His cold expression melted into a smile.
“Little Treasure, where are you now? Want Big Brother to come pick you up?”
As soon as Song Wenzhao said this, Shu Yu felt the grip around her waist tighten.
Si Yiheng seemed to be losing his composure.
Shu Yu quickly said, “Big Brother, no need to pick me up. Si Yiheng and I have made up.”
Si Yiheng raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting. Made up?
Did that mean they weren’t breaking up?
Or was she lying to him again?
Song Wenzhao was both doubtful and disappointed. “Really made up? Si Yiheng didn’t threaten you?”
Shu Yu sneakily glanced at Si Yiheng again.
“No threats. Si Yiheng and I are just vacationing together on an island.”
Song Wenzhao: “...”
Being trapped on an island was being trapped on an island.
Calling it a vacation was just twisting the truth.
Was Shu Yu subtly hinting for him to find her quickly?
Song Wenzhao’s mind churned with convoluted thoughts.
Shu Yu continued, “Big Brother, I video-called you so you wouldn’t worry. I’m fine here.”
The more Shu Yu spoke, the more Song Wenzhao felt she was being coerced.
He had to keep searching. Islands—he could check the islands under the Si family’s and Si Yiheng’s names.
Song Wenzhao played it cool. “Got it. Have fun. If you want to come home, Big Brother will come pick you up.”
“Si Yiheng.”
Si Yiheng couldn’t be bothered to respond to Song Wenzhao and stayed silent.
Song Wenzhao: “...”
Song Wenzhao was furious. “Si Yiheng, I can see you. Don’t just play Baby Yu’s prop in the background.”
Si Yiheng curled his lips into a cold smile. “Oh, any advice, Big Brother?”
Song Wenzhao: “...”
So annoying. Just hearing Si Yiheng’s voice pissed him off.
But his sister was there, so he had to stay gentle.
Song Wenzhao gritted his teeth and spoke with forced warmth, “Please take care of Baby Yu. If she gets so much as a scratch, I’ll make your life hell.”
Si Yiheng leaned closer to Shu Yu, nuzzling her neck.
He looked like a big, clingy dog—affectionate, yet possessive.
Si Yiheng glanced up. “No need for your reminder, Big Brother. Baby Yu is my fiancée.”
“Taking care of one’s fiancée is a given.”
Shu Yu blinked slowly. So now she was his fiancée again?
Gone was the talk about being a nameless, invisible man?
Song Wenzhao: “...Fine.”
Just fine!
After the video call ended, Song Wenzhao puffed up like a pufferfish.
Butler Qin: “Young master, don’t get too upset.”
Song Wenzhao: “Taking care of Little Treasure should be my duty.”
His sister had just started getting close to him, remembering he was Song Zhaozhao.
How did it become Si Yiheng’s duty?
And Si Yiheng was still keeping Shu Yu trapped.
That vile Si Yiheng!
Si Yiheng nuzzled Shu Yu’s neck again. “Anyone else need to report that you’re safe?”
Shu Yu: “Ningning?”
Si Yiheng unhurriedly unblocked Ye Ning from his blacklist.
Shu Yu: “...”
Shu Yu stared at him with a ghostly look. “Why did you block Ningning?”
Si Yiheng: “...”
Si Yiheng stared back just as darkly. “Because she’s useless.”
Shu Yu then saw their chat history and felt a twinge of guilt.
When Ye Ning saw Shu Yu on the call, she was pleasantly surprised, but after confirming the invitation came from Si Yiheng’s account, she fell silent.
Ye Ning and Shu Yu stared at each other for a long moment.
Ye Ning: “Ahem, got caught, huh?”
Shu Yu: (ⓛωⓛ)
Shu Yu looked at Ye Ning. “Yeah.”
Ye Ning blinked frantically, signaling for Shu Yu to make Si Yiheng leave.
Shu Yu mouthed carefully:
—He won’t leave!
Ye Ning: “Oh.”
Shu Yu continued mouthing:
—He’s so unreasonable now. Everything I say, he says I don’t love him.
Ye Ning blinked: “Oh oh.”
—That’s what happens when your wife runs away.
Shu Yu: “Mm hmm.”
—How do I fix this?
Ye Ning: “Oh oh oh.”
—From my experience, nothing works unless you get married.
Shu Yu: “Mm hmm hmm.”
—But I can’t get married! I still have school!!!
Si Yiheng: “...”
He gently cupped Shu Yu’s chin. “Little Treasure, are you two sending each other telegrams?”
Shu Yu blinked slowly. “This telegram doesn’t mean I don’t love you, or that I have a problem with you, or that I think you’re theatrical, or that I think you’re shameful.”
Si Yiheng: “...”
Si Yiheng: “Explaining all that—does that mean you think I’m petty and beneath you?”
Shu Yu: 〒▽〒
Ye Ning: “...”
She finally understood what Shu Yu was dealing with.
Shu Yu was at a loss. “I’m going to sleep.”
She had no choice—sleep was the only escape from reality.
Si Yiheng let go of Shu Yu but lingered by the bedroom door, asking Ye Ning, “What did you two just talk about?”
Ye Ning lied without batting an eye. “Baby Yu said she wants to marry you, but she’s not of legal age yet.”
“She’s really stressed about how to handle it.”
Si Yiheng smirked coldly. “Liar.”
Ye Ning: “...”
Ye Ning changed the subject. “Bro, you can’t be this sensitive. If you keep it up, you’ll wear out your bond. At first, Baby Yu will feel guilty for leaving you and throwing away your feelings.”
“But if this drags on, even she’ll get annoyed.”
“Being together and draining each other’s emotions isn’t a healthy relationship.”
Si Yiheng was silent for a long time.
Then he spoke. “I can’t control it.”
He couldn’t stop his thoughts from spiraling.
When Shu Yu smiled at him, kissed him, called him Gege, said she liked him—he couldn’t help but want to get closer. But he was also afraid she was tricking him again.
He’d trusted her once, and she’d abandoned him without hesitation.
How could he trust her again?
Ye Ning grew excited. “Bro, use your special advantage!”
Si Yiheng: “What advantage?”
Ye Ning: "Your face, your figure... the way you tempt Baby Yu. Physiological attraction is still attraction. As long as you're good enough, once Baby Yu gets addicted to you, she’ll never abandon you."
"It’s like work—you also prefer capable subordinates, right?"
Si Yiheng was silent for a long time.
When Shu Yu woke up, it was already evening again.
Shu Yu fell silent. How had her day-and-night cycle gotten so reversed?
Si Yiheng wasn’t there.
Was Si Yiheng finally doing better? Feeling more secure?
As Shu Yu puzzled over this, she noticed a note on the nightstand, along with a swimsuit that had been prepared for her.
—Good girl, when you wake up, go downstairs and soak in the hot spring.
The swimsuit was pink, a two-piece set. The top had a halter neck, adorned with many cute little bows, and a layer of sheer fabric that hung down, making Shu Yu’s pale, slender waistline appear and disappear enticingly.
The bottom was a layered cake skirt made of lace.
Tiedan: [Si Yiheng really knows how to reward himself.]
Shu Yu blinked slowly, changed her clothes, and went to the hot spring to find Si Yiheng.
When Shu Yu arrived at the hot spring pool, the vast expanse of water was shrouded in steam. She didn’t see Si Yiheng anywhere.
Just as Shu Yu was walking around the pool looking for him, she suddenly heard the sound of water.
She looked over and saw Si Yiheng emerging from the water.
In the misty steam, Si Yiheng’s hair was slightly damp, a few strands of hair hanging down over his forehead, wet and tousled. His eyes silently fixed on her.
His gaze was deep and dark.
Cold and aggrieved all at once.
Shu Yu: “!!!”
Si Yiheng grasped Shu Yu’s ankle. “Baby Yu, come down. Join me.”
With a gentle tug, Si Yiheng pulled her down into the water.
Warm spring water surged up from all around, soaking her shoulders.
As she tried to steady herself, Si Yiheng’s hand pressed against her waist, pulling her toward him with an unyielding force.
Steam rose, heat rolled over them.
His forehead pressed against hers, his nose brushed against hers.
Then came an unrestrained, tangled kiss.
In the heat of the moment, Shu Yu caressed Si Yiheng’s cold but focused brows and eyes. “Gege.”
But Si Yiheng’s expression froze. She was touching his eyes.
Was Shu Yu looking at Si Jingwen through his eyes?
Si Yiheng’s heart felt like it was cracking apart. In the hazy steam, his tears suddenly fell, dripping onto Shu Yu’s collarbone.
“Do you love him that much?”
