Chapter 14: Woman, you have successfully conquered me with your emotions.

“I forgive you, I forgive you. Xin Bao, be good—give me the knife.”

Song Yao softened her tone, coaxing like a child, terrified she’d cut again.

“Really?”

Yao Xinxin’s eyes lit up, gaze clearing.

“Really, really!”

Song Yao nodded vigorously, inching closer for the right moment to snatch the utility knife.

She saw it now—Yao Xinxin’s mental state was truly unstable.

Next cut? On herself or Song Yao? Unpredictable.

“Baby, I knew you were the best!”

Yao Xinxin tossed the knife aside, trotting into Song Yao’s arms—back to the soft, cute, fragile loli.

But today’s actions? No pushover loli—a volcano ready to erupt. Terrifying.

“Xin Bao, let’s get that wound bandaged at the campus gate clinic.”

Blood still seeped, staining Song Yao’s clothes red.

“It’s fine, baby. I’m used to it.”

Yao Xinxin rolled up her sleeve, revealing past “records.”

Crisscrossing scars on once-smooth arms—shocking.

“You… did all these?”

Yao Xinxin nodded.

“When upset, only this eased it. But since meeting baby, I stopped—all troubles vanished seeing your messages~”

She tilted her head, sweet smile, faint blushes. Sunlight filtered through leaves, haloing her—beautiful, but clashing eerily with bleeding wound and scars.

Confirmed: another yandere!

Chen Siyu was one thing—now a year-plus old client too?

Did she attract yanderes?

Song Yao wondered. Chats seemed normal—why explode on first meet?

Luckily, not her first yandere rodeo.

Chen Siyu this morning taught well—she’d summarized tips.

Dealing with yanderes: grooming a cat.

Go with the grain, positively—they’re adorable, harmless jazz cats.

Against? Hiss at best, full elder-roundhouse at worst.

“Helping Xin Bao is my honor, but treat the wound. Clinic first.”

“I listen to baby~”

Yao Xinxin hopped, hanging on Song Yao’s neck.

“Xin Bao, hard to walk like this.”

“But I don’t want to separate.”

Helpless, Song Yao princess-carried her.

Yao Xinxin was light—barely weight.

Even through clothes, bones felt.

Satisfaction in her eyes, clinging tight.

“Xin Bao, eat properly?”

“Eat little.”

“Eat more. You’re skin and bones—too thin isn’t pretty.”

“Baby dislikes?”

“I love you any way, but poor eating weakens you. Don’t want to lose you someday.”

“I’ll change—eat more.”

“No new scars—or I’ll hurt too.”

“I listen to baby.”

Yao Xinxin basked in sweet words, ignoring passersby stares.

Song Yao sweated buckets.

Their pose drew eyes—worse: dripping blood, half-bloodied dress.

Feared cops any second.

Miraculously, no stops.

At clinic, doctor checked—shallow, likely intentional or weak force. Simple bandage.

“Xin Bao, my clothes dirty—continuing might cause misunderstandings. Next time? Rest well.”

Song Yao wanted distance from this yandere loli.

Yanderes: live volcanoes—erupting anytime.

One more second: more risk.

Soothe today, plan escape later.

Adorable, yes—but not edible.

Every upset leading to a cut? Unbearable.

Yao Xinxin reluctant, but seeing blood on Song Yao, nodded.

“Baby, can our deal continue?”

Damn, poking the sore spot.

“Of… course.”

Wanted to refuse—feared meltdown. Temporary yes.

No money taken—no binding deal. Time to maneuver later.

“Great! I love you, baby!”

Yao Xinxin hugged again, swiped phone.

Song Yao’s buzzed.

She patted the little head first.

Yao Xinxin nuzzled closer, relaxing like a stroked kitten.

“Xin Bao, I’ll walk you back.”

She shook head. “Don’t dorm. Driver’s coming.”

No dorm, private pickup?

Chen Siyu script?

Real miss?

Soon, black sedan pulled up.

Song Yao knew brands—this looked pricey.

After tearful goodbyes, Yao Xinxin boarded, glancing back.

Car vanished—Song Yao checked message.

Feared refund.

Worse than imagined.

Yao Xinxin refunded.

Then: transfer.

Xin Bao: Xin Bao sent you 100,000 yuan.

How many zeros?!

Song Yao’s eyes widened—counting.

Five zeros!

Only seen that on Xia Xilu.

Xin Bao: Baby, full year upfront. Love you~

Year’s fees?

Interesting.

Woman, you’ve conquered me with feelings.