◎His One-Sided Problem?◎
Yu Hekun stood in the darkness, droplets of... milk trickling down his body.
His original intention had been to scare Jian Youyou, but now he wore an expression of utter despair. The milk clinging to his chin and lips emitted a faint milky fragrance, and Yu Hekun realized that from this day onward, he would probably never be able to enjoy anything dairy-related again.
He didn’t dare open his mouth—if he did, the milk would seep between his lips. For some reason, this reminded him of the kiss from a few days ago in the car, the one tinged with the faint taste of alcohol. It had been just as wet, just as overwhelming, its invasive presence spreading across his nose and body.
Jian Youyou had sprayed some of the milk, choked on some, and now stood rigidly straight like a punished puppy, clutching the milk carton in her arms. After coughing twice, her eyes widened comically as she recognized the figure before her, stammering in shock.
"H-Hekun... Boss Yu?!" Her mind reeled. What was Yu Hekun doing in the living room in the middle of the night, lurking in the pitch black like this?
Yu Hekun didn’t move or speak. As the milk soaked through his coat, shirt, and even onto his skin, goosebumps erupted across his body, crawling from the sticky mess on his chest all the way to the top of his head.
His breathing grew heavier, like an old ox that had just plowed ten acres of land. Jian Youyou could make out his silhouette, but with the fridge closed and only the dim glow of the wall lights, his expression remained unreadable.
Listening to his increasingly erratic breaths, Jian Youyou suddenly remembered—Yu Hekun had severe mysophobia. So, in a way, she had indirectly completed the task of "vomiting" on him? Would there still be an extra reward for this?
"Ah, Boss Yu, look at you, sneaking up on me like that!" Jian Youyou quickly set the milk carton down and clapped her hands together. Finding a rag wasn’t realistic—she couldn’t tell the difference between the row of identical, spotless kitchen towels hanging nearby anyway.
Not wanting to embarrass herself by using the wrong one, her brain took a sharp turn. Without hesitation, she grabbed the hem of her cotton pajama shirt and yanked it off over her head.
She was still wearing a skin-toned camisole underneath—she disliked electric blankets, so she preferred sleeping in extra layers.
But Yu Hekun lost it. The sight of her stripping made him forget the milk on his lips. He wiped his mouth frantically with his sleeve and yelped, "What are you doing?!"
Jian Youyou pressed her pajama shirt against his chest. "Boss Yu, hold still. This is pure cotton—great absorbency. Let me soak up the milk for you."
This was the same pajama set she had been wearing when she first transmigrated into this world, arriving directly in the original character’s bed.
Unlike a typical soul transmigration, Jian Youyou had physically crossed over. According to the plot, her resemblance to the original female supporting character was a staggering 98%—meaning they looked almost identical.
But calling it a "physical transmigration" wasn’t entirely accurate either, since she was practically unkillable and could return to reality anytime by concentrating hard enough.
This pajama set had been a splurge from a night market two years ago—her loyal companion, soft, comfortable, and excellent at absorbing liquids. Milk would be no exception.
She pressed the shirt firmly against Yu Hekun’s chest, but he staggered backward, dodging her. "Stop messing around! I don’t need you to 'soak up' anything! Stay away from me!"
Jian Youyou argued logically, "Boss Yu, look at you—this suit must be expensive. If I don’t soak it up now, it’ll be harder to clean later. Also, why are you dressed for a funeral in the middle of the night? So formal..."
Every hair on Yu Hekun’s body stood on end. His dress shoes clacked rapidly against the floor as he held up his arms to block her. "Don’t—don’t come any closer! I’ll handle it myself!"
By now, they had backed up near the sofa. Jian Youyou finally relented. The faint pre-dawn light from the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated her flesh-colored camisole, making it look like she wasn’t wearing much at all.
Yu Hekun felt like his eyes were about to combust. He averted his gaze and even instinctively shielded himself with an arm. "Put your clothes back on! Go upstairs—now!"
His voice was laced with fury. Jian Youyou sighed internally—this man’s mood swings were unbelievable. She had never met anyone so difficult to deal with!
Since the shirt was now milk-soaked, she couldn’t wear it again. Still, out of respect for her sugar daddy, she forced an apologetic tone. "Boss Yu, I’m really sorry. Don’t be mad—it’s not entirely my fault. You popped up like a ghost! It was dangerous! Lucky for you, I was holding a milk carton and couldn’t react properly. If it had been a beer bottle..."
She abruptly clamped her mouth shut, realizing she’d spoken without thinking. But in the quiet darkness, Yu Hekun couldn’t help but follow her train of thought.
If it had been a beer bottle... what then?
Instead of absorbing milk, would she have been absorbing blood?!
Jian Youyou coughed awkwardly, scrambling for something to lighten the mood, but her brain came up empty. Resigned, she slung the damp pajama shirt over her shoulder, grabbed the milk carton from the fridge, and paused at the staircase.
"Boss Yu, I’ll... head up now?"
"Get lost." His tone was eerily calm. After the past two days of exhaustion, followed by this brutal milk assault, he was as crumpled as his suit jacket—too drained to even yell.
After Jian Youyou disappeared upstairs, Yu Hekun stared out the window at the gradually brightening sky and wondered—why had he ever agreed to keep this disaster around? He was terminating the contract.
So while Jian Youyou returned to her room, chugged the rest of the milk, wiped off the splatters, and slept like a carefree pig, sprawled in all directions, she had no idea she was about to lose her beloved sugar daddy.
But when she woke up the next morning and found a novel placed on her pillow, she rubbed her eyes, initially thrilled—thinking it was a reward for last night’s "performance."
Her excitement vanished the moment she opened it. A single line of text made her face pale:
—Plot Error: Male Lead Intends to Terminate the Sugar Baby Contract. Friendly Reminder: Insufficient Plot Completion Means No Rewards Can Be Taken Back to the Real World.
Jian Youyou’s eyes locked onto the words "Terminate the Sugar Baby Contract." She grabbed her hair in confusion.
Why terminate the contract?!
She thought she’d been doing everything perfectly. She had no idea where she’d gone wrong—nor did she know that Yu Hekun had spent the past day and night frantically searching for her.
But if he canceled the contract now, the plot would remain unfinished, and she’d get no money. A surge of panic hit her. She leaped out of bed like a monkey, pacing circles around the rug.
This can't be right!
She had studied the plot thoroughly and followed it exactly—otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to bring the diamond necklace back to reality. So where did she go wrong?
For someone like Jian Youyou, whose nerves were thicker than her waist, it was impossible to grasp that Yu Hekun had already equated her with trouble. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she couldn’t figure it out and wanted to ask the book for hints. But after giving her the initial plot prompts, the book had vanished—definitely not the golden finger of a typical novel heroine.
Of course, she wasn’t the protagonist anyway. Strictly speaking, she was the villainess, a stand-in for the female lead.
Was she really going to return empty-handed?
Jian Youyou didn’t dwell on it for long. Her brain had a two-hour limit for overthinking—just like how her relationships never lasted more than two weeks. It was a bizarre yet impressive trait.
Especially after devouring four sandwiches and downing a glass of milk for breakfast, the fullness left her lazily sprawled on the sofa like a corpse. Appetite was the easiest human desire to satisfy, and now, comfortably stuffed, her confidence soared. She wasn’t about to retreat. Even in games, you had to die repeatedly to gain experience. Making money wasn’t supposed to be easy. Though she didn’t know where she’d messed up, she felt she could still salvage the situation.
Maybe she could give Yu Hekun a shoulder massage when he got home?
Back when she’d helped out at her aunt’s salon, she’d learned dry shampoo techniques—even how to style long hair with just foam. The shoulder massage was part of the job. Two guys had even become regulars just for her services. She prided herself on her skills. Maybe if she pampered her sugar daddy just right, she could win back Yu Hekun’s favor.
Now she even regretted not sneaking next door to the foot massage parlor to pick up some techniques. That place was legit—no shady business, just professional, fatigue-melting massages passed down through generations.
Sighing, Jian Youyou rolled over on the extravagantly plush sofa, ready for a nap, when Aunt Yun approached. The maid’s lips twitched at the sight of her sprawled form, but her voice remained gentle and refined. "Miss Jian, the young master has scheduled a medical check-up for you. Please change and come with me."
Instinctively, Jian Youyou straightened up a little. Most older women she knew were like Ms. Shuiyue—sharp-tongued and fierce. Someone as elegant and soft-spoken as Aunt Yun? If she hadn’t read the plot, she might’ve mistaken her for Yu Hekun’s mother.
And most importantly, Aunt Yun’s cooking was divine—light-years ahead of Ms. Shuiyue’s "pig slop" stew. Not that she’d ever betray their revolutionary friendship, but that didn’t stop her from adoring Aunt Yun.
She even knew her surname—Yun. So fittingly elegant!
Without questioning why Yu Hekun had arranged the check-up (sugar daddy’s word was law), she sprang up and beamed at Aunt Yun. "Got it! On my way!"
Barefoot, she thundered upstairs. Aunt Yun, a long-time fixture in the Yu household (married to the family driver, Uncle Lin), had served three generations. Yet never had this villa housed someone so… unrestrained. The first two days, Jian Youyou had been quiet. Then her true colors emerged.
Aunt Yun, ever dutiful, never pried into her employers’ affairs. That’s why she’d lasted so long.
Jian Youyou barreled back down like a tornado. If not for her skirt, she might’ve slid down the banister. She’d rummaged through the closets—no pants except for leggings.
"Ready, Aunt Yun! Let’s go!"
Only in the car did she think to ask, "Aunt Yun, why did He—Hekun schedule a check-up? I’m fine, not hurt at all."
Aunt Yun merely smiled. "The young master didn’t give a reason."
Jian Youyou dropped it. Full and drowsy, she dozed off against the seat.
The real reason? Yu Hekun wanted to terminate their arrangement—and to ease his conscience. He didn’t buy her "fell into a tree hole" story for a second. He needed proof she’d arrived unharmed and would leave the same way. Basic decency for a sugar daddy.
His personal standard, anyway. Others in his circle had… quirks. Some left their playthings needing hospital stays—or lifelong ailments.
A face-obsessed purist like Yu Hekun? His peers would laugh at him for being amateurish. If not for fending off gold-diggers, dodging setups at parties, and needing a plus-one for events, he’d never have gotten a kept woman.
And then there was the shameful truth: Jian Youyou looked uncannily like someone he could never have.
But none of that mattered now. He was cutting her loose.
After a full-day examination (including post-meal tests, though possibly skewed), the results were clear: Jian Youyou was healthy as an ox. No scratches, no fractures, no suspicious substances in her blood.
Exhausted, she returned home to find Yu Hekun—dark circles sagging to his chin—waiting with termination papers.
He’d pored over every report, relieved she hadn’t been harmed during her disappearance. "Our contract is void," he stated coldly. "Since this is my decision, name your compensation."
Leaning on the table, his sharp features and suffocating aura in full force, this was the real Yu Hekun—the one who unnerved business partners.
Yet across the table, Jian Youyou’s focus veered wildly off-course.
His decision?
No wonder! She knew it wasn’t her fault.
Jian Youyou's gaze immediately turned a little mischievous, sweeping up and down Yu Hekun's body with undisguised scrutiny. Yu Hekun noticed her look, his brows furrowing tightly, dreading that she might either pounce on him like a bear or start stripping at any moment.
He clenched his fists nervously and demanded in a cold voice, "What are you looking at?!"
Jian Youyou scratched her head, averted her eyes, and shifted them around restlessly, as if struggling to find the right words. Eventually, since this concerned her money-making schemes, she put on a motherly expression of concern and asked,
"President Yu, is your... problem serious?"
