Chapter 3: I’m so cute.

A chill ran down her back.

Song Yao shivered and glanced behind her.

Nothing there. Was the AC just too cold?

She didn’t dwell on it.

Her priority now was serving her client well.

Xia Mengrou was her biggest client besides Chen Siyu—by far.

A boss worth tens of billions naturally tipped far more generously than regular clients. No slacking during service.

“Sister Rou, watch your step.”

Song Yao walked ahead of Xia Mengrou, pushing open the private room door and pulling out her chair.

Waiter: “?”

Why is she doing my job?

“Thank you, Xiao Yao.”

Xia Mengrou was pleased with Song Yao’s performance, but just as she was about to sit, Song Yao stopped her.

“Sister Rou, wait. Don’t sit yet.”

She turned to the waiter. “Could you bring a thicker cushion, please? Thank you.”

“No need to go through the trouble, Xiao Yao.”

“It’s no trouble at all.”

Song Yao answered confidently. “Sister Rou, didn’t you say your back hurt yesterday? A cushion can help reduce pressure on the spine and ease the pain.”

Paying attention to every detail and caring for the client in all aspects was one of the secrets to her perfect satisfaction rate.

Sure enough, this combo warmed Xia Mengrou completely. She casually sent Song Yao a red envelope.

Alipay receipt: 5,000 yuan.

Worthy of a big boss—a casual red envelope was 5,000!

Song Yao was blooming with joy inside but put on a troubled expression.

“Sister Rou, you’re too generous. I’m already happy you invited me to eat. No need for this!”

“Keep it, Xiao Yao. Consider it a reward for your thoughtfulness.”

Xia Mengrou put away her phone and sat on the cushion the waiter had just brought.

The back pain did ease a bit.

The chair and cushion were cool, but her heart was warm.

“Xiao Yao, you order.”

“Okay.”

Song Yao didn’t refuse.

Endless declining would only make clients feel you’re overly humble.

Some clients liked it, but high-status ones like Xia Mengrou dealt with sycophantic subordinates daily and were sick of fake modesty. Doing that would be suicidal.

Besides, it wasn’t her first meal with Xia Mengrou. She knew exactly what she liked.

This was experience from her past life as a simp.

Full marks in operation, right?

She couldn’t win the goddess’s favor as a simp, but making a rich lady happy? That got her real money.

As dishes were served one by one, Xia Mengrou grew more satisfied.

Alipay receipt: 5,000 yuan.

The earphone alert sounded again. Song Yao was shocked.

In less than half an hour, Xia Mengrou had transferred her a full 10,000?

Xia Mengrou only gave her 10,000 a month!

Anyone else, and Song Yao would be thrilled about 10,000 for days. But this was Xia Mengrou.

When things were abnormal, something was up.

Especially with someone like Xia Mengrou, whose inside and outside were so different she needed to rent a girlfriend to vent emotions.

“Sister Rou, did something upset you today?”

“Listen, Xiao Yao. Those parasites on the board pissed me off again. My strategic goals were flawless, but they kept nitpicking…”

Song Yao’s concern opened the floodgates. Xia Mengrou rambled about incomprehensible things—business plans, investment schemes. Song Yao was lost.

She wasn’t in that field; she couldn’t understand.

Fortunately, most of it was cursing the board members.

She cursed them filthily, dragging in eighteen generations of ancestors.

The rant lasted two full hours—long enough to darken the sky.

By the time Xia Mengrou vented enough, the meal was nearly over.

Sadly, Song Yao hadn’t eaten a bite.

She craved those luxurious dishes worth a week’s salary for an average person, but her main job was soothing Xia Mengrou’s mood. She couldn’t lose the forest for the trees.

One full meal versus consistent ones—she knew the difference.

“Feeling better. Xiao Yao, let’s go home. I prepared a special outfit for you today.”

Xia Mengrou stood and stretched. Her tight suit and skirt outlined her stunning curves. The black stockings under the skirt especially caught Song Yao’s eye.

Song Yao swallowed.

At that moment, one phrase filled her mind.

A temptress among mortals.

Beautiful and rich—could fate be this unfair?

But after a brief admiration, she returned to her biggest concern.

Another outfit prepared for her?

Song Yao shivered.

Xia Mengrou was great—rich, beautiful, generous, easy to please—but she had some special little kinks.

Nearly every visit to her home involved it.

She couldn’t complain; meeting all client needs was part of her service.

Xia Mengrou’s home wasn’t a villa or a townhouse—it was an ordinary-looking apartment.

But appearances deceived; the price was staggering.

This slightly over 100-square-meter unit started at 10 million yuan—something office workers could only dream of after a lifetime.

“Xiao Yao, the outfit is in the guest room. I’ll wait in my bedroom.”

With that, Xia Mengrou entered her room.

Song Yao didn’t know what Xia Mengrou had planned today, but for the 10,000 tipped, she’d wear a bunny suit if asked.

She showered first, sprayed perfume, then went to the guest room.

Even for special kinks, she aimed for perfection—no displeasing the client.

“No way, did I guess right?”

The outfit was on the guest room bed—very visible, very explosive.

It really was a bunny girl suit…

Fine, bunny girl it is.

It was Song Yao’s first time wearing one, but she managed to get it on.

Standing before the mirror, looking at herself transformed into a “little bunny,” she had one thought.

I’m so damn cute.

Her looks weren’t bad, and her figure was top-tier—otherwise, she couldn’t enter this appearance-based industry.

Compared to a campus belle like Chen Siyu, she fell short, but she could pass as a department beauty.

After composing herself, Song Yao put on her professional smile and went to Xia Mengrou’s room.

“Xiao Yao, it suits you perfectly!”

Xia Mengrou’s eyes lit up at the sight.

“Thank you, Sister Rou.”

Song Yao sat on the edge of the bed, lay sideways at the headboard, and pulled back the covers for her. “It’s bedtime. Come here, Sister Rou.”