Chapter 12: I didn’t mean to make you angry…
“Whatever. Instead of that bitch Song Yao, let’s talk lunch.”
Zhang Min didn’t want to continue.
In the dorm, she hated Song Yao most.
Freshman year, she planned to get along. But Song Yao was rarely around, and last semester, fawning over Chen Siyu daily.
Just money?
Her family was wealthy too—hundreds of millions, not Chen-level, but how inferior?
Chen Siyu prettier? What else?
Acted mysterious, like a gourd. Song Yao pasted herself anyway—for what?
Now notorious. Claiming Song Yao as roommate got weird looks.
If counselor allowed, they’d move long ago.
Whoever wanted her—fine. Not them.
“Min’s right. Talking her makes me sick.”
“Third cafeteria has strawberry braised pork. Try?”
Wang Li and Li Juan agreed.
They didn’t hate Song Yao much. She returned before curfew, showered, slept—no interaction. Treated as nonexistent.
But Zhang Min disliked her.
Zhang Min rich—imported snacks, meals. Natural big sis.
To benefit, follow her lead.
Song Yao rarely there—whatever.
About to leave for cafeteria, a loli entered.
“Whoa, whose kid so cute?”
“Kiddo, come. Auntie has candy!”
“Looking for someone?”
First sight, hearts captured by soft loli.
Yao Xinxin ignored, scanning like judging criminals.
Lips curved—no-warmth twisted smile.
“You badmouthing my baby?”
Tone calm, eerily cold—chilling.
Trio sensed abnormality. Smiles froze.
“Kid, your baby? Song Yao?”
Wang Li asked.
Yao Xinxin nodded. “My most important baby. No one badmouths her~”
Voice sweet, angelic match—but chilling evil.
Even idiots saw—she wasn’t normal.
Why call Song Yao baby? Didn’t matter—weird vibe.
Instinctive retreat. Big sis Zhang Min: “Misunderstanding. Just roommate banter. No real insult.”
“Hehehe…”
Yao Xinxin laughed—like hell. Eerie madness.
“You cursed loudest?”
Grabbed Zhang Min’s neck, fingers digging. Eyes crazed—like crushing throat.
“Bitch this, bitch that—fun? You don’t know her, unworthy to judge!”
Voice spiked—sharp, demonic roar.
Twisted face, suffocation—Zhang Min terrified.
Too sudden.
Harmless loli—violent. No reaction time.
Struggled free—next, Yao Xinxin’s other hand slapped hard.
Pa!
Not loud—deafening.
Zhang Min’s cheek burned, head buzzed.
Then another.
Pa pa pa pa…
Crisp echoes in dorm.
Fast, ruthless—venting deep anger. Hair messy, eyes mad, murderous.
Wang Li, Li Juan stunned.
Loli elementary-sized—they dared not intervene.
Yao Xinxin like rabid beast. Innocent eyes bloodthirsty—like pouncing, tearing them.
“Yao Xinxin, stop!”
Rushing Song Yao saw—stunned.
Still the baby-calling soft loli?
Beating fiercer than Tyson!
Song Yao hugged her waist, lifted easily.
Instantly, murder vanished—utmost gentleness.
Stroked Song Yao’s cheek, loving smile.
“Baby, I taught the foul-mouth a lesson…”
Song Yao shuddered.
Cute loli—immense pressure, fear.
Yao Xinxin hopped down, scanned pig-headed Zhang Min, trembling others. Cruel smile.
“Hope no next time badmouthing my baby. Or worse than her!”
Song Yao numb.
Threatening okay?
“Sorry, sorry. Friend unstable. Taking her out!”
No stay—dragged Yao Xinxin fleeing.
Feared she beat the other two.
“Yao Xinxin, what was that?”
Wanted client attitude—but too extreme.
Assault consequences?
For her—still overkill?
Yao Xinxin froze. Eyes hollow—like ice smashing in winter, freezing thoughts.
Tiny hands clutched skirt—like scared bird. Eyes misted—morning dew, ready to fall.
“S-sorry baby… Didn’t mean to anger you…”