Chapter 8: This is a rich woman!
“Siyu, is that enough?”
Song Yao was surprised.
She hadn’t expected the yandere miss’s demands to be so low.
She thought Chen Siyu might ask for something far worse—like taking her first time…
No, no. What dangerous thoughts!
Rented girlfriends must avoid two mistakes.
Developing feelings for clients beyond the transaction. Clients developing feelings beyond the transaction.
The first ruins you. The second makes escaping hard.
Though right now, she’d broken both…
But as long as nothing concrete happened, there was still room to maneuver.
“What, unwilling?”
Chen Siyu’s voice carried a chill.
Showing hesitation now? The consequences were obvious.
Going against a yandere was suicide.
“I didn’t say unwilling.”
Song Yao picked up the phone and swiftly deleted all WeChat friends and contacts in front of Chen Siyu—leaving only hers.
She had few friends anyway. Took a minute.
Her decisiveness surprised even Chen Siyu.
No reluctance at all?
“Siyu, if I hesitated a second, it’d be disloyal. I just want to prove I realize my mistake.”
Song Yao gazed into Chen Siyu’s starry eyes, full of sincerity.
In her past life as a simp, to show loyalty to the goddess, she’d done similar things plenty.
Deleted decisively now—adding back later would be pathetic.
Chen Siyu’s expression softened. “Yao Yao, I’m happy you did this for me, but…”
She shifted tone. Pupils shrank to pinpricks. “If you dare add them back behind my back, consequences are on you~”
Gulp…
Song Yao swallowed.
This was yandere miss’s pressure?
Scary, scary…
“Then Siyu, can I go back now?”
“Han Lin, take Yao Yao to school.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Han Lin nodded.
Song Yao sighed in relief.
Chen Siyu’s yandere level wasn’t too severe—mild to moderate at most. Otherwise, she’d be in trouble today.
Soon, Han Lin led Song Yao to the garage and into a Bentley.
Different from Xia Mengrou’s Rolls, but comfy.
Han Lin started the engine and floored it.
“Song Yao, don’t get ideas about the miss. She’s the Chen Group’s heir—not for someone like you.”
Song Yao: “?”
Big sis, are you awake?
“You can doubt my character, my taste, but never my professional ethics!”
Han Lin scoffed.
“Then why rush to pledge loyalty?”
“If I didn’t, you think your miss would let me out?”
Han Lin fell silent.
Song Yao pressed on.
“If you really don’t want me near her, convince her to let go. I don’t want my fresh 100,000 taken back either. Understand?”
Han Lin stayed silent.
Mute now?
Seeing no response, Song Yao dropped it.
“Stop here.”
“Still kilometers from school. Don’t worry—miss ordered me to take you there. Won’t dump you midway.”
“Who said that?”
Song Yao pointed across the street at the city hospital. “Got something to do. Drop me at school, I’d have to come back alone.”
Han Lin gave her a weird look.
“You sick?”
“You’re sick!”
Song Yao fumed. Can you talk properly?
“Then why the hospital?”
“Can’t I visit relatives or friends?”
“You have any?”
“…”
This person’s playing Garen with a Whisper build?
Silence and breakdown!
Han Lin didn’t pry further, just pulled over.
She wasn’t interested in why—just asking.
If Song Yao was sick, she’d need full disinfection after contact with Chen Siyu.
Out of the car, Song Yao swiped her phone.
Screen changed. Flooded with messages.
Dual SIM, dual space—life and work separate.
Knockoff phone, awesome!
The WeChat and contacts she deleted before Chen Siyu were classmates and teachers.
Work used another WeChat and number. Too bad the miss used a fruit phone without 3.5mm jack alien tech—ignorant of such features.
Scrolling messages, Song Yao’s head spun.
Entered basement after noon class. Out next morning at 8.
Plenty of inquiries and client messages.
Most from Yao Xinxin.
Xin Bao: Baby, listen. I got Xuexue milk tea today—super cheap, just 3 yuan! (Image)
Xin Bao: Bao, why ignore me?
Xin Bao: Baby, please reply…
Xin Bao: Do you hate me, baby?
Xin Bao: Did I upset you? Sorry, reply…
Xin Bao: Please. (Crying)
…
99+ messages. Song Yao was helpless.
Just no reply?
Deduct pay, fine.
Why act like she ghosted a cute clingy girl?
Song Yao: Sorry Xin Bao. Too busy yesterday, missed your messages.
Xin Bao: Baby, you replied! Scared me—I thought something happened. Even went to your school.
Song Yao: “?!”
What?
Song Yao: You… came to my school?
Xin Bao: Yep~ (Image)
Song Yao stared at her school gate photo, stunned.
No reply, and you come looking?
Monthly online romance chat—IRL meetup costs extra!
Xin Bao: Baby, which dorm? Coming to you~
Song Yao: Miss Yao, upgrading to romance experience package? Extra charge.
Xin Bao: Sent 50,000 yuan transfer.
How much?!
Song Yao was shocked.
50,000 without quoting price—rich lady!
Xin Bao: Enough, baby? More if needed.
Song Yao: Enough!
Xin Bao: When can I see you?
Song Yao: Busy now. Wait at school one hour. On time!
Xin Bao: Heehee, okay. Waiting~
Under tree shade, the girl pocketed her phone. Lips curved slowly, pulled by invisible strings—smile not reaching eyes, chilling the spine.
“Baby, we’ll finally meet…”