Chapter 6: Is naivety going to kill me?

“No, no! We don’t know each other!”

Song Yao shook her head wildly. “I just woke up and was confused… saw wrong…”

Protecting client information was a core rule of being a rented girlfriend, but right now, she was simply terrified of being knifed by Chen Siyu.

Yanderes were magical creatures.

They had near-obsessive possessiveness over their loved ones.

Their love was profound—deep enough to transcend life and death.

They were staples in anime and dramas, adored by many.

But that was only in fiction.

Plenty dreamed of a yandere madly in love with them, but when one actually targeted you? Not so much.

Song Yao was that type.

In her previous life, she arrogantly wished for a yandere’s love. This life, with one actually after her? Life or death uncertain.

“That’s my good Yao Yao.”

Chen Siyu smiled faintly, kicked her legs, and sat on the bedhead. Her jade-like slender hand caressed Song Yao’s cheek.

Song Yao was on the verge of tears.

Big sis, please stop. I’m genuinely scared!

“Yao Yao, don’t you love money? Look, the whole room is filled with your favorite little bills~”

Prompted by Chen Siyu, Song Yao finally noticed the crimson notes scattered everywhere.

Hiss…

Inhumane!

Just what she could see—hundreds of thousands at least.

Not to mention the gold bars beside her.

“Live in luxury” seemed embodied here.

Too bad, none of it was hers.

The gold wasn’t either.

She loved money, but only her own.

No matter how much she liked others’, it wasn’t hers.

“President, don’t be like this. I was wrong, okay? Can you let me go?”

Song Yao just wanted to get far from Chen Siyu.

She couldn’t handle yandere bitterness!

“No can do.”

Chen Siyu refused with a smile. “What if you run away?”

“I won’t, President! I promise! Trust me!”

If her hands weren’t chained, Song Yao would swear on three fingers to the heavens.

Escaping Chen Siyu started with regaining freedom of movement.

“Then… what can make me trust you?”

Chen Siyu narrowed her eyes. A chill flashed in her starry gaze. “Yao Yao, your words have zero credibility now. You deceived my feelings for half a year—expect me to believe you with two sentences?”

Song Yao was speechless.

Clients paid; she delivered. Was that deception?

Fair trade, okay?

“President, it was my fault. I apologize. I’ll never deceive you again. If I do, may lightning strike me five times, no reincarnation…”

Song Yao coaxed and swore oath after oath. Chen Siyu finally reacted.

“Verbal oaths are useless. I want to see actual action from Yao Yao.”

“Actual action?”

Song Yao was puzzled.

“For example…”

Chen Siyu’s finger lightly traced her plump red lips. “Prove your sincerity with a kiss?”

“Huh?”

Song Yao’s brain crashed.

My miss, listen to your wolf-like words?

“Unwilling?”

Chen Siyu’s face darkened. “Can’t even do this little thing—how can I trust you?”

Was this… a little thing?

To Song Yao, absolutely not.

It was her first kiss!

But giving it to a rich beauty like Chen Siyu? Not a loss.

If only she weren’t yandere.

“I… I’m willing!”

For freedom, she went for it!

Definitely not to take advantage of Chen Siyu. Absolutely not!

“Hehe…”

Her crisp laugh was like birdsong. Chen Siyu slowly leaned down, offering her cheek. A lavender scent wafted over. “Come on.”

Staring at that exquisite, snow-white, jade-like cheek, Song Yao was dazed.

In normal plots, shouldn’t it be lip to lip…

Fine, cheek it is.

Less burden that way.

Song Yao lifted her head and gently kissed the warm cheek.

Chen Siyu nodded satisfactorily.

“Not bad. Han Lin, unlock Yao Yao’s chains.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Han Lin took the key and unlocked the four chains.

Song Yao jumped off the bed and stretched.

Being bound was torture.

“Miss, breakfast time. The nanny messaged that the master and madam are waiting for you.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Chen Siyu turned to Song Yao. “Yao Yao, stay here obediently. I’ll be back after eating. Oh, what do you want?”

“I-I’m fine with anything…”

Even starving, in this place, she had no appetite.

One thought: escape this hellhole.

“Okay~”

Chen Siyu agreed and left with Han Lin.

But before leaving, Han Lin shot her a fierce glare—don’t try anything.

Song Yao scoffed.

You tell me not to move, and I won’t?

Once footsteps faded, Song Yao launched “Escape the Yandere” plan.

No way she’d be imprisoned forever in this sunless black room.

Even with piles of money, unusable cash was worthless.

But seeing the crimson bills, a wicked thought crept in.

So much—take a little, she wouldn’t notice?

No!

Gentlemen love wealth the right way. Her money came from honest labor—even if dirty work, clean pay.

Petty theft? Once started, hard to quit—self-destruction.

Mainly, what if Chen Siyu had cameras? Evidence?

Given her yandere level—imprisoning her—cameras made sense.

Dismissing the temptation, she pretended to wander, actually scouting exits.

Sadly, after circling, no windows—not even a dog hole.

Heavens want me dead?

Song Yao despaired.

But soon, another idea.

If no escape from here, target Chen Siyu instead.