Chapter 19: How can the world be so small?
Song Yao sighed in relief only after Han Lin’s figure vanished from sight.
Yanderes are way tougher than imagined…
Xia Mengrou, as always, nestled in her arms. The fearsome business queen now a gentle kitten—lifting Song Yao’s mood.
“President Xia, that person caught up.”
Less than five minutes of good vibes—driver’s words plunged her back. Song Yao whipped around.
Jaw nearly dropped.
Han Lin pedaled a shared bike leisurely in the bike lane, tailing them.
Two wheels chasing four—fantastical, but Rongcheng downtown: only midnight traffic-free.
Xia Mengrou frowned.
Not dumb. Song Yao’s “car photo” excuse barely passed earlier—but following after departure? Suspicious.
“These people really have too much time.”
She glanced at tense Song Yao, mistaking fear for corporate sabotage. “Relax, Xiao Yao. Treat her like air. They dig for dirt on me daily—I’m used to it.”
“Y-Yeah…”
Song Yao forced a smile.
Not your rivals this time…
Xia Mengrou flipped, lay on Song Yao’s lap—pure bliss. “They can’t compete fairly, so dirty tricks. Too naive.
In business, strategy matters. Cheap moves? No stage, no impact.
Xiao Yang, check this tail’s background.”
“Got it, President Xia.”
Driver Xiao Yang replied, phone out.
Yawn…
Xia Mengrou stretched—suit straining, curves unapologetically displayed.
Not Song Yao’s first view—but damn.
Chen Siyu: untouchable high-peak flower.
Xia Mengrou: ultimate temptress.
Decisive in boardrooms, kittenish here—could dizzy any man…
Women too.
“Xiao Yao, nap first. Wake me at the hospital.”
“Mm, rest well, Rou Jie.”
Song Yao stroked her head. Xia Mengrou smiled happily, drifted off.
Half hour later—confirmed deep sleep—Xiao Yang chatted.
“Followed President Xia years—first time she sleeps this sound.”
“Hm? Rou Jie has bad sleep?”
Song Yao curious.
Knew workaholic overtime—sleep unknown.
Employees 996; boss 007.
“Bad? Insomnia’s normal. Energetic with you—car rides usually wilted radish. You improved her.”
“Really?”
Song Yao eyed the softly snoring Xia Mengrou on her lap.
Never pried client privacy—rented girlfriend taboo.
Transactions only.
Prying? Suspicion, poor pay, bad review.
Reputation key alongside looks.
High looks, bad rep—no clients.
“Song miss, almost there. Wake President Xia.”
Soon, Xiao Yang reminded.
Song Yao leaned to her ear, soft. “Rou Jie, arrived~ Wake up~”
“Mm… already?”
Xia Mengrou rubbed sleepy eyes—underslept vibe.
After waking, Song Yao glanced out—familiar sign.
Rongcheng City Hospital.
Huh?
Brain short-circuited.
“Rou Jie, this hospital for your report?”
Rich people cognition: private doctors or luxe private hospitals—luxury screaming, commoners deterred.
Why grounded?
“Friend doctor here—convenient, reassuring.”
Xia Mengrou explained.
But Song Yao barely heard.
City hospital? Too familiar.
Grandma’s illness—daily runs, many acquaintances.
Seen with obviously elite woman? Hard to explain.
Luckily, just report pickup—acquaintances in inpatient. Safe…
Until Xia Mengrou led to inpatient building, opened Wu Yishuang’s office.
“My lady, finally!”
Wu Yishuang rose warmly.
Bestie busy post-grad—rare meets.
Thrilled seeing long-lost friend.
Until spotting shrinking Song Yao behind.
Song Yao wanted to cry.
World too small?
Never heard Wu Yishuang had billionaire bestie!
Wu Yishuang equally baffled.
Billionaire boss + poor student nursing sick grandma—how?