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Chapter 16: Things in this world are unpredictable, and the big intestine is bound to the small intestine!


As the saying goes, it’s never too late to mend the fold after the sheep is lost.

Even if Zhang Min had reported to the police, as long as Song Yao showed the right attitude, Yao Xinxin shouldn’t hold it against her.

With that in mind, Song Yao pulled out her phone and opened Zhang Min’s WeChat.

Their chat history stopped two and a half years ago.

Back then, freshman year, Zhang Min had been friendly. But Song Yao was always out with clients, barely interacting with roommates, gradually wearing out their patience.

Releasing goodwill only to be ignored—no one’s heart stays balanced.

Song Yao: Sister Zhang, my friend lost control earlier. I’m apologizing on her behalf. Please don’t call the police yet—can we talk it out?

She kept her posture low, as if she’d done the hitting.

No choice—anything less felt unworthy of the 150,000.

But after changing clothes, still no reply from Zhang Min.

Done for. She’s really mad.

Understandable. Beaten to a pig-head by a tiny loli in front of roommates—face and dignity gone. If she stayed calm, God would descend and she’d ascend as a saint.

No response—Song Yao called.

Rang and rang. No answer.

Zhang Min ignoring? Fine, anger.

Called Wang Li and Li Juan next.

Not victims, and Zhang Min’s lackeys—should pick up to curry favor.

Two calls—same result.

Weird.

Zhang Min mad? Okay.

But the lackeys would jump to report for brownie points.

The more she thought, the stranger. She went to the counselor to probe.

Zhang Min had connections—even without police, a beating should reach the counselor.

But nothing.

Abnormal means demon.

Did Zhang Min already use family ties against Yao Xinxin?

Her biggest cash cow—can’t lose her.

Song Yao: Xin Bao, anyone troubling you?

Xin Bao: Nope~ Why, baby? You’re worried—I’m so happy!

Of course—150,000!

Song Yao: Can’t reach my roommates. Her family’s connected. Worried she’s targeting you. Be careful.

Xin Bao: Baby, relax 100%. I’m fine. Already planned next date—free next weekend?

Really not worried?

Song Yao puzzled at the message.

Yao Xinxin rich loli, yes—but facing billions? Too casual?

If the party didn’t care, she couldn’t force it. Wait and see.

But weirdness continued.

Until dorm curfew—no sign of three roommates.

Next morning—counselor message.

Zhang Min trio demanded dorm switch—approved, moved out. New roommates coming.

Song Yao stunned.

They’d begged counselor for switches—denied. Now not just approved—all gone?

Didn’t care much.

Rarely in dorm—whoever, same.

More pressing: Xia Mengrou’s message.

Xia Mengrou: Free this afternoon? Hospital run with me.

Hospital?

Professional instinct—full alert.

Song Yao: Rou Jie, what’s wrong? Unwell? At company? Coming now!

Xia Mengrou smiled at the instant reply.

Xia Mengrou: Just picking up physical report. No big deal. Don’t worry.

Song Yao: Good. Scared me. No more scares. Health first. You work so hard—tell me if unwell. I’ll care for you.

Xia Mengrou: Got it. See you afternoon.

She closed chat—home screen: mother-daughter photo.

Young girl—clearly young Xia Mengrou. Woman beside, 80% like Song Yao—her late mother.

Photo: tight embrace, smiles blooming like spring flowers.

Screen light softened her face—gentle gleam in eyes.

Time froze. Noise faded.

Gazing at mother’s familiar face, lips curved—happy smile.

“She cares like Mom…”

Meanwhile, Song Yao prepped.

Afternoon meet, but VIP client—no slacking. Early prep = basic respect for pay.

One reason, anyway.

Ding!

Counselor again.

New roommate assigned—coming soon.

Song Yao baffled.

Her rep trash—who’d volunteer?

Half hour later—worst answer.

“Yao Yao, we’re loving roommates now~”

Song Yao stared at suitcase-dragging, beaming Chen Siyu—deep thought.

Figures. Who else ignores my trash rep to room with me? Chen Miss…

Worse!

Private pickup after class—why dorm now?

Rong U girls’ dorm: 4-bed. Not for misses!

“Yao Yao, not welcome?”

No reply—Chen Siyu’s smile cooled.

Song Yao shuddered, forced uglier-than-crying smile.

“Welcome… so much, Siyu…”

Life’s unpredictable—intestines wrapping intestines!

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