Chapter 20: She is really, I cry to death.

Wu Yishuang had intended to greet Song Yao too, but Song Yao kept hiding behind Xia Mengrou, shaking her head and winking frantically—clearly not wanting Xia Mengrou to know they were acquainted.

Puzzled, Wu Yishuang dropped the idea given Song Yao’s strong reaction.

“My lady, why so late today?”

“You know Rongcheng traffic—cutting through downtown is a nightmare.”

Wu Yishuang turned to chat with Xia Mengrou, letting Song Yao breathe easier.

As a seasoned rented girlfriend, Song Yao knew meddling too deeply in a client’s network was dangerous.

Over-involvement could make clients question her professionalism—some even got jealous, cutting ties with friends.

Post-transaction, blame often fell on the girlfriend.

Money loss was minor—reputation damage could end her career.

Predecessors’ hard-earned lessons—she’d followed them to zero bad reviews.

If she didn’t know Wu Yishuang, casual greetings and Xia Mengrou talk would be fine.

But they were too familiar.

Misunderstanding with Xia Mengrou? Where to find another 10k/month + tips VIP?

“Right, Xiao Yao—this is my friend. Young, but city hospital’s invited expert. Expert number needed to see her.”

They were chatting well—then Xia Mengrou dragged her in.

Song Yao’s toes nearly carved a three-bedroom apartment from embarrassment.

Expert number?

She’d booked Wu Yishuang’s for grandma…

“H-Hello, Doctor Wu. I’m Rou Jie’s friend—call me Xiao Yao…”

Head down, voice stiff.

Xia Mengrou found it odd.

Song Yao an introvert? Rented girlfriends—introverts?

Wu Yishuang arms crossed, sizing Song Yao up.

What game are they playing?

“Rou Rou, Xiao Yao the friend you mentioned recently?”

Eyes back to Xia Mengrou.

Xia Mengrou nodded. “Yes—problem?”

Something off with Song Yao and Wu Yishuang today.

“Nothing… just, Xiao Yao looks like a student. How does a big CEO befriend one?”

“Met by chance—clicked. Issue?”

Xia Mengrou smooth—pre-rehearsed.

But Wu Yishuang knew her years.

Ruthless boss who’d make employees cry, career-only—chatting up a college kid?

Impossible.

“No issue—just surprised you have normal conversation beyond me.”

Wu Yishuang teased.

Xia Mengrou frowned—why expose her in front of Song Yao? But to keep image, she swallowed it.

“Shuang Shuang, don’t like that—makes me sound heartless.”

Wu Yishuang smirked inwardly.

Not simple friends.

Anyone else—she’d argue.

Today? Image-conscious, no complaint.

Classic sugar relationship.

No wonder Song Yao dodged money questions.

Years doctoring—seen weirder.

But on bestie and patient’s family?

Didn’t peg Xia Mengrou for that kink.

Stress needs outlets.

“Yes, yes—caring boss.”

Wu Yishuang placated, pulled Xia Mengrou’s report.

“Here. As phone said—normal. But don’t push. High-intensity will wreck you.”

“Rou Jie, told you—rest more, less late nights. Money anytime—health gone, lifetime regret.”

Wu Yishuang off her—Song Yao back in business.

Preserve VIP.

“See? Even Xiao Yao says.”

Wu Yishuang echoed—relationship confirmed.

Textbook sugar.

Didn’t know Song Yao had skills.

But checks needed.

Picky bestie won over—mouth one thing, other talents too.

Song Yao not willing—grandma’s bills forced it.

Campus youth traded for this? Heartbreaking.

I’m crying.

“I’ll be careful.”

Xia Mengrou nodded at report.

Song Yao thought farce ending—safe.

Then—predictable chaos.

“Doctor Wu, tomorrow’s checkup when… Huh? Yao Yao, you again?”

Aging voice—Song Yao froze.

Grandma! Perfect timing!

Xia Mengrou turned—stooped old lady—then Song Yao, Wu Yishuang. Eyes weird.

Song Yao signaled desperately—grandma clueless, grabbed her hand warmly.

“Yao Yao, grandma’s fine—stop hospital runs. Study hard, okay?”

To Wu Yishuang: “Doctor, help persuade. You two get along—young people communicate easy.”

Grandma’s care warmed Song Yao.

But wrong moment.

“Shuang Shuang, you know Xiao Yao?”