Chapter 2: Being fickle is wrong.

After returning to school, Song Yao glanced at the time and headed straight for the girls’ dormitory.

She had spent too long counting money at the bank and was about to be late!

“Huh? Yao Yao, what a coincidence. I was just about to go look for you.”

Just as she reached the dormitory entrance, Song Yao ran into Chen Siyu, who was also heading there.

She was wearing a light pink dress today, with a gentle smile on her lips. Every gesture exuded a fresh and refined aura, like a lively young girl stepping out of a painting.

It had to be said, the one who could become the campus belle was no ordinary person.

Even after spending half a year with her, Song Yao was still dazzled.

“Uh… is there something you need?”

Song Yao quietly put some distance between them.

The client’s warning was still fresh in her mind. She couldn’t risk getting close to Chen Siyu again.

The Chen family was powerful and influential; a commoner like her couldn’t afford to provoke them.

Chen Siyu noticed Song Yao’s small movement. Her willow-like brows furrowed slightly, but they quickly relaxed, as if nothing had happened.

“At noon, I plan to treat the student council presidium to a meal. You’re not in the presidium, but you’ve helped us a lot, so I came to invite you along.”

Song Yao admitted she was tempted.

Whenever Chen Siyu treated people to meals, it was either at a Michelin three-star restaurant with a per-person cost in the four figures or a five-star hotel. For someone like her, who had to earn her own tuition, without Chen Siyu’s invitations, she might never step foot in such places in her lifetime.

But unfortunately, their deal was over. No more free meals.

“Sorry, President. I have plans for noon today, so I won’t go.”

“You have plans?”

A cold glint flashed in Chen Siyu’s eyes. “With whom?”

“With a friend. Sorry, President Chen. I’m almost late. Let’s talk next time!”

Song Yao hurried upstairs.

Being late was one reason; the other was fear of being caught red-handed by the Chen family.

But Song Yao didn’t notice that the moment she turned away, the smile on Chen Siyu’s face vanished instantly, replaced by endless coldness.

“Yao Yao, you’re lying… You clearly have no other friends besides me.”

Unaware of this, Song Yao returned to her dorm room.

The moment she pushed open the door, her three roommates, who had been chatting animatedly, immediately fell silent. Yet they all chose to ignore Song Yao in unison, each playing with their phones.

Yes, she was being ostracized by her own roommates.

But Song Yao didn’t care. She opened her cabinet and started rummaging for clothes.

The reason for her isolation wasn’t complicated.

She spent every free moment serving clients. In the two and a half years since enrollment, the number of times she’d talked with her roommates could be counted on two hands.

Plus, for the past six months, she’d been fawning over Chen Siyu, which had damaged her image badly. Many said she was shamelessly trying to climb the social ladder, making her roommates even less willing to associate with her. Outside, claiming to be Song Yao’s roommate would be a total loss of face.

But no matter what they said, she had earned real money.

After picking out a relatively formal outfit, Song Yao headed out beautifully.

At the school gate, Song Yao spotted a large Rolls-Royce from afar and walked straight over.

“Xiao Yao, you’re finally here.”

As soon as she reached the car, the rear window rolled down.

The speaker was a woman a few years older than her.

Her crisp black suit highlighted her strong-woman aura, but the slightly loosened tie at the collar revealed a contrasting touch of gentleness.

She leaned back in the seat, tilting her head slightly, greeting Song Yao softly. Her voice was as warm as spring sunlight, her eyes full of indulgence—a stark contrast to the capable image from their first meeting.

This contrast was truly addictive.

“Sorry, Sister Rou, for keeping you waiting.”

Song Yao bowed her head in apology, but the other didn’t blame her at all. Instead, she opened the door and enthusiastically invited her in.

“No, no, I just arrived too. Get in quickly.”

“Okay…”

Song Yao agreed but hesitated. “Sister Rou, please go easy on me this time.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be gentle this time.”

Sister Rou patted her spectacularly towering peaks in assurance.

Song Yao took a deep breath and got in the car nervously.

Then, she experienced the taste of a rocket headbutt once again.

Sister Rou buried her head into her chest, nearly knocking last night’s dinner out of her.

But the softness that followed calmed Song Yao’s mood.

Pure bliss!

“Xiao Yao, pat my head~”

Sister Rou acted coquettishly in Song Yao’s arms like a kitten.

Song Yao smiled faintly and reached out to gently stroke her head.

“Sister Rou worked hard today. Pat pat~”

If anyone who knew Sister Rou saw this scene, they’d think they were hallucinating.

Xia Mengrou, the female powerhouse who single-handedly built a company worth billions, always projected an image of decisiveness and competence outside. The number of companies that had fallen before her could be counted on one hand.

Such a strong woman actually had this unknown side?

Was she crazy, or was the world crazy?

Xia Mengrou’s request was simple.

She needed an object to vent her stress on, and her way of venting was acting spoiled.

This request was a piece of cake for Song Yao.

Don’t underestimate the skills she’d honed as a simp for half her previous life in making girls happy!

The only thing to watch was being on call anytime.

For this, she’d snuck out through the dorm’s back door dog hole more than once.

Don’t ask why she tried so hard—the answer was that Xia Mengrou paid way too much.

“Sister Rou, where are we going today?”

Xia Mengrou always liked taking her everywhere. To ensure a perfect client experience, she had to ask in advance.

“Xiao Yao, you haven’t eaten yet, right?”

Xia Mengrou flipped over, resting the back of her head on Song Yao’s lap. “We’ll eat first, then go to my place.”

“Okay.”

If Xia Mengrou wanted her to come home, she was probably insomnia again and needed coaxing to sleep.

Song Yao thought Xia Mengrou was just taking her for a casual meal, but a turn later, they arrived at the entrance of a Michelin three-star restaurant with four-figure per-person costs.

The rich were willful; even a casual meal was here.

Xia Mengrou didn’t want interruptions and booked a private room directly.

It wasn’t Song Yao’s first time, though her poor appearance clashed with the ambiance. But she didn’t feel uncomfortable.

When out, face was the least valuable thing.

The two followed the waiter to the private room, but Song Yao didn’t notice a pair of eyes watching her from nearby.

“Why is Yao Yao here? Who is that woman?”

Chen Siyu stared at Song Yao’s back, her brows tightly knit.

She knew Song Yao’s background. She earned her tuition through part-time jobs—how could she afford this place?

No need to guess; it must be that unfamiliar woman paying.

“President, what are you looking at? Come order.”

A companion’s urging came from behind, so she could only look away.

Chen Siyu ate this meal absentmindedly.

She really wanted to know what exactly Song Yao’s relationship with that woman was.

But now she couldn’t get away, so she could only message to ask.

[Chen Siyu: Yao Yao, I just saw you at the restaurant. Is the person with you your friend? Can I meet her?]

Sent.

But what followed wasn’t Song Yao’s usual instant reply—it was a red exclamation mark.

She gripped her phone, staring blankly at the screen. The words “Message sent but rejected by the recipient” were like a thunderbolt, instantly shattering her world.

She refused to believe it was real, sending messages repeatedly, but the cold prompt pulled her back to harsh reality each time.

Song Yao had blocked her?

Why?

Had she done something wrong?

She had been changing, desperately showing her feelings to Song Yao, but why…

Was it because of that woman?

She took a deep breath, her eyes as cold as winter frost, without a trace of warmth, as if they could freeze everything around.

Yao Yao, being fickle is not right.