Chapter 11: Baby, wait for me.

“Baby, you’re so mean~”

Yao Xinxin lowered her head. Faint blushes bloomed on her cheeks like budding peach flowers—tender and shy.

She was adorable.

Even Song Yao couldn’t help stealing glances.

But her cuteness wasn’t girlish purity—it was a little girl’s innocence.

Even knowing Yao Xinxin was adult, a year older, her shyness triggered Song Yao’s alarms. She feared cops popping up to arrest her.

“Xin Bao, since you’re here, want a school tour?”

Song Yao wanted to leave fast.

In one minute, she’d felt many eyes on them.

Not narcissistic—though rarely at school, rushing to clients after class, she was department-beauty level. High head-turn rate.

Plus yesterday’s formal outfit for Xia Mengrou—more attention.

And this cute loli beside her.

If acquaintances saw, they’d think she was luring a kid.

“Okay!”

Yao Xinxin agreed instantly, eyes expectant.

Her compliance let Song Yao plan.

“Then start with the nearest…”

“Wait!”

Before a few words, Yao Xinxin interrupted, grabbing her hand, fingers interlaced. “Baby, I want your dorm first.”

“?”

Song Yao’s head filled with questions.

Rongcheng University had many sights. Unsure? Hit unique cafeterias.

In two and a half years, many clients, learning she was from here, had her tour campus.

Dorm first? Never.

“No good?”

The loli looked up, eyes pleading.

She pouted slightly, clutching Song Yao’s hem like it was her hope.

Song Yao’s heart skipped. Warmth surged in her nose.

Medic!

Need a health pack!

“Well… not impossible. But roommates are there. I’ll ask first.”

Though ostracized, basic courtesy.

Mainly, warn them—tidy up, good impression for Yao Xinxin.

“Okay~”

Yao Xinxin nodded obediently, curiously eyeing the unfamiliar surroundings like a child.

You still say not elementary?

Song Yao pulled her phone, opened dorm group.

Over two years, she’d posted a few times at start—rarely bubbled.

Last message: two years ago.

No doubt, new group without her.

Song Yao: Friend coming to dorm soon.

…

…

…

Over a minute. No reply.

Expected.

“Xin Bao, no response. Probably busy. Tour elsewhere?”

Dorm wasn’t messy. Roommates lazy but cleaned trash fast.

Still, wanted good impression—worth the 50,000.

“No, baby. Other places don’t show your daily life…”

Yao Xinxin insisted unusually. Song Yao was stumped.

Relationship money-based. Boundary crossing?

For 50,000, she nodded.

“Dorm might be messy. Don’t mind.”

“It’s fine. See baby’s real life.”

Wow, this loli too obedient!

If not client, Song Yao might have ideas.

But just thoughts.

Grandma’s treatment needed money. Couldn’t stop.

Hand in hand to girls’ dorm.

At entrance, Yao Xinxin drew attention.

Nearly every passing girl glanced. Bolder ones asked photos—Yao Xinxin refused all.

No helping—so cute, who wouldn’t melt?

Usually two minutes to dorm—today ten.

At her floor, Song Yao checked group.

Still nothing.

Fine.

Roommates phone-addicted—must’ve seen.

“Baby’s dorm… feels old.”

Yao Xinxin observed.

Song Yao shrugged. “Old building. Years old. Normal.”

“Who’s Song Yao bringing?”

“Chen Siyu, that nutcase.”

“Hey, watch it. Miss might hear badmouthing—trouble tomorrow.”

“If not her?”

“Then whatever. Ignore. She’s a shameless bitch for money. Don’t want ties.”

“Yeah. Probably counts cash after sold.”

“Pure cheap. Tell counselor—switch dorms?”

…

Talking, voices echoed.

From Song Yao’s dorm.

Door open. Cold, malicious words rang in empty hall.

Song Yao unfazed.

Past life simp—hearing worse was nothing.

Roommates’ insults? Tickles.

But Yao Xinxin disagreed.

“Baby, bad relations?”

Yao Xinxin clenched pink fist. Tone icy—stark against angelic face.

Song Yao smiled bitterly. “Kinda.”

Thought just isolation. This malice?

She’d done nothing wrong.

Cleaned most to compensate reputation drag.

Didn’t care much, but still chilling.

“Baby, wait.”

Yao Xinxin released her hand, headed to dorm.

Bad feeling.

Just now, in cold eyes—a faint murderous glint.