Iron Egg was excited. Finally, the good part of the plot was coming. [Yu Bao, you're really proactive about doing the mission. That's right—while the mission isn't over yet, sleep with Si Yiheng a few more times to get your money's worth.]
Once she started, there wouldn't be time to be sad.
Even if memories came back, they’d all be about kissing, doing it, and being intimate.
Iron Egg: [The most important thing is to fill your belly right now.]
Shu Yu: "!!!"
Shu Yu explained softly, "Iron Egg, I’m just evaluating how difficult the next mission will be."
Iron Egg covered its eyes, [Baby, I know. You’re doing the mission. So, when are you going to get down to business for real?]
Shu Yu: "..."
Shu Yu’s pitch-black long hair fell loosely over her shoulders. She was wearing a white lace-trimmed nightgown—the simpler the outfit, the more beautiful and innocent she looked.
Shu Yu lifted her fair, pretty little face and stared at Si Yiheng.
Si Yiheng’s Adam’s apple rolled very slowly. He said softly, "Let me carry you to bed."
Shu Yu was scooped up in Si Yiheng’s arms in a princess carry, and she instantly tensed up.
Shu Yu called out to Iron Egg, "Iron Egg, no, this isn’t right."
"Si Yiheng wasn't supposed to agree, was he?" Shu Yu’s mind was racing frantically, nearly smoking from the anxiety.
But Iron Egg didn’t reply to Shu Yu anymore.
When she was placed on the bed and her eyes were covered, Shu Yu panicked even more, reaching out blindly to block him.
Si Yiheng’s big hand clamped down on Shu Yu’s waist. Her hand found a position, pressing against his abdomen.
Si Yiheng let out a muffled groan.
Shu Yu: "..."
Shu Yu really wanted to ask why Si Yiheng always made such a dramatic sound.
Si Yiheng’s eyes, tinged with desire, locked tightly onto Shu Yu. The possessiveness in them was almost spilling over, but he didn’t let go of the hand covering her eyes.
He didn’t want Shu Yu to see him looking so desperately lustful.
Si Yiheng’s voice was low and hoarse, "Baby, help me out."
Shu Yu: "..."
Shu Yu’s ears turned red, along with her neck and collarbones, tinged with a faint pink blush. She stammered, "H-How do I help?"
Her voice was light and soft. She wanted to hide but had nowhere to go.
"Touch me."
Just touch his face, his neck, his head.
Just touch him—like touching a dog. Stroke him and make contact.
Shu Yu really wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground, but then she thought, she had touched him before. And she still had to complete the final mission of sleeping with Si Yiheng. Taking it step by step now seemed like the best progress.
Shu Yu’s hands moved randomly.
Her eyes were completely covered by Si Yiheng, so she couldn’t see that every time she touched him, he wore an expression of enduring restraint.
Shu Yu stroked him gently, like petting a dog’s head.
Si Yiheng froze.
A particularly well-behaved dog, obediently lifting its head, waiting for its owner’s next pet.
Shu Yu: "Gege, is this okay?"
Si Yiheng’s gaze darkened, "Yu Bao..."
Si Yiheng wanted to say she didn’t have to do this, but Shu Yu’s touch had already shattered his reason.
Si Yiheng kissed Shu Yu’s lips, "Little treasure, good baby, how are you so bold?"
Shu Yu: "?"
Wasn’t that what Si Yiheng meant?
But before Shu Yu could react, Si Yiheng grabbed her wrist and guided her to touch him a little longer.
Shu Yu: "...Gege."
Si Yiheng: "Yeah."
Shu Yu didn’t touch him for long before Si Yiheng coaxed her to sleep with a series of "good baby" and "little treasure" whispers.
Si Yiheng went back to his room to shower. Then he heard a knock on the door. Opening it, he saw Si Lanzhi.
Si Yiheng said coldly, "The study."
Si Lanzhi followed Si Yiheng into the study. "Dad wants me to enter into a marriage alliance with Song Wenzhao."
Si Yiheng didn’t even look up, "You want me to help you."
Si Lanzhi: "Song Wenzhao is different with Shu Yu."
Si Yiheng almost said this was obvious—he didn’t need Si Lanzhi to tell him. He wasn’t blind; he could see it.
Si Lanzhi gathered her courage, "I’m not just helping myself; I’m helping you too."
"No matter how deep the feelings are, they can’t withstand the interference and friction from family. Shu Yu likes you now, but with father and his wife around, they’ll turn your relationship into a mess. Will Shu Yu still love you then?"
"With Song Wenzhao getting involved, Shu Yu might not always choose you."
People crawled out of the same swamp—how could they always be favored by fate?
Si Yiheng might not get it, and she certainly never would.
Si Yiheng’s long eyes were as cold as distant stars, "I can’t help you. Song Wenzhao won’t like you, and you’re no match for him."
Si Lanzhi’s fists clenched, trembling. "I don’t need him to like me. I just don’t want to stay by my father’s side anymore. I only want Song Wenzhao to take me away."
Si Yiheng: "If you want to leave, I can send you away too."
Si Lanzhi felt as though she had been choked by the throat.
Being sent off by Si Yiheng to wander? She didn’t want that kind of suppressed life either.
Si Lanzhi: "I want to live the life I choose. I want to live well."
Si Yiheng: "I’ll arrange a meeting with Song Wenzhao for you. Do as I say. Once it’s done, you can go live the life you want."
After hearing what Si Yiheng wanted her to do, Si Lanzhi was silent for a moment. "Aren’t you afraid Shu Yu will find out how you operate and be scared of you?"
She had underestimated how ruthless and crazy Si Yiheng was, and how much he cared about Shu Yu.
But still, she felt a thrill at his ruthlessness.
That’s how it should be—solve the problem at its root.
Si Yiheng lifted his thin eyelids and looked at Si Lanzhi, "If you don’t tell Xiao Yu, she won’t know."
Si Lanzhi: "Alright, I understand."
Si Lanzhi came out of the study and walked toward the guest room on the third floor, where she saw Song Wenzhao.
Song Wenzhao leaned against the wall, hands in his trouser pockets, his posture relaxed, as if he had been standing there for a long time.
Song Wenzhao’s eyes carried a smile, but his words were merciless, "Miss Si, did you and the villainous Junior CEO Si hatch some villainous plan? Care to share it with me?"
Si Lanzhi: "..."
Si Lanzhi tried to steady herself, "No, we didn’t say anything."
"I hope Miss Si and Junior CEO Si won’t hurt Shu Yu or treat her as a target for scheming," Song Wenzhao said, his smile not reaching his eyes. "Otherwise, I might end up unleashing some malice toward you too."
"As for scheming against others, I’d be happy to lend a hand."
Did that worthless father of Si Yiheng really think a beating here and there today would make things go away?
If Si Yiheng truly wanted to be with Shu Yu, he needed to clean up his own family mess first.
Once Si Yiheng was done, he would make sure Shu Yu knew how ruthless and unscrupulous Si Yiheng could be.
If Shu Yu could still accept the depth of Si Yiheng’s darkness after knowing everything, then he wouldn’t stop her from being with him.
