Chapter 13: I will never make you angry again…

Song Yao’s heart softened at the sight of the teary-eyed little loli before her.

After all, she had acted on Song Yao’s behalf. Scolding her further would make Song Yao seem heartless.

“I’m not angry, just surprised.”

Song Yao handed Yao Xinxin a tissue. “No matter how harsh their words, hitting is wrong. Once you’re calmer, come with me to apologize to Zhang Min.”

“Why apologize? She insulted you so badly—she deserved it!”

Yao Xinxin declared righteously.

Song Yao couldn’t understand her intensity.

Their relationship was purely transactional: money for emotional value.

Beyond that, strangers.

Even after a year or two of online chats—however sweet the logs—it was all fake.

Not worth fighting for her.

Hearing Zhang Min call her a bitch repeatedly angered and infuriated Song Yao too.

But adults face consequences for impulses.

“What if she calls the police?”

Song Yao劝ed earnestly. “School involvement isn’t a minor punishment. Zhang Min’s family is rich and connected—if it escalates, your college life ends!”

“I don’t care! It’s just money—who doesn’t have it?”

Yao Xinxin pouted defiantly, oblivious to the gravity.

Song Yao admitted Yao Xinxin was rich.

A student casually dropping 50,000? Rarer than pandas.

But wealth has tiers.

Zhang Min’s family ran a company—billions in assets.

Yao Xinxin’s background? Unknown, but few in Rongcheng topped that.

“Yao Xinxin, her family’s influence is real. You have money, but clashing won’t end well.”

“I don’t care! She insulted my baby!”

Yao Xinxin’s tone heated—she was set on no apology.

Nothing more to say.

Song Yao sighed, swiped her phone.

Next second, Yao Xinxin got a transfer alert.

Baby: Baby sent you 67,000 yuan.

Yao Xinxin stared, eyes glazing, unease flooding like a tide.

“B-Baby, what? Why so much?”

“Miss Yao, given your situation, I’ve concluded I can no longer provide services. Per our agreement, for my unilateral termination, I’ve refunded all fees for your period. Please check.”

Song Yao knew it was cold.

But she couldn’t risk Yao Xinxin’s troubles.

Grandma’s treatment needed mountains of money—no time, no capital for risks, no walking time bomb.

Yao Xinxin hit the person—nothing to do with her. As an old client, she’d advised enough.

Losing ~70,000 hurt, but escaping now prevented bigger losses.

“Baby, what…?”

Noon sun stretched Yao Xinxin’s shadow long, lonely, fragile.

Song Yao’s words stabbed like an icy blade into her heart.

Shock filled her eyes—like lightning struck. Body trembled, disbelieving.

Gem-like eyes darted, lips quivered, struggling to process.

Mind blank—only Song Yao’s words echoing.

“Baby, you’re joking, right?”

Voice trembling, fingers dug into skirt hem, nails nearly piercing flesh—unfelt, desperately hoping it was a prank.

Seeing her like this, Song Yao wasn’t untouched—lied if she said so.

But indecision breeds chaos.

As a rented girlfriend, worst mistake: personal emotions.

Traps you, hard to escape clients.

“Miss Yao, our transaction ends here.”

Song Yao turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, Yao Xinxin lunged, grabbing her arm—nails digging deep.

“Miss Yao, let go!”

Pain—Song Yao tried freeing herself, realizing this shorter loli was stronger than imagined.

No wonder she pig-headed Zhang Min.

“No!”

Yao Xinxin’s sweet voice roared like a beast. “Baby, you said apologize? I’ll go now—kneel if needed! Please don’t leave! I’ll do anything!”

Song Yao’s heart jumped.

Familiar vibe?

Next, a knockout blow?

“Miss Yao, talk calmly! Calm!”

Song Yao scanned surroundings, struggling to shake her off.

But Yao Xinxin released voluntarily.

“Baby, why won’t you forgive…”

She backed steps, eyes despair-mad. Trembling fingers reached pocket, pulled a utility knife.

Blade’s eerie glint paled Song Yao.

“Miss Yao, don’t!”

Instinctive retreat.

Better a sap than this!

Madness flashed in Yao Xinxin’s eyes, twisted smile. She aimed the knife at her arm.

“Baby, will this make you forgive?”

Song Yao saw intent—rushed to seize it.

Too late.

In horror, Yao Xinxin slashed her arm without hesitation.

Blood surged, spreading on black skirt, diluting, absorbing.

Chilling obsession in her eyes—like this would force the answer.

“Baby, please forgive… I won’t anger you again…”