Chapter 105 Big Yellow Girl Makes a Pair, Is That Okay?

Ling Yue's college dormitory life could be described as quite relaxed and pleasant.

There was no scheming, and there weren't four different group chats for four people.

Everyone in the dorm had their own personality, but they were all good girls.

They were tolerant of each other, and any occasional conflicts were brought into the open and resolved immediately, never left to fester overnight.

It was healthier than many marriages.

Back then, she had a very twisted personality.

Even though she longed to be loved, the closer and more caring people were toward her, the more she wanted to escape, feeling unworthy and fearing she would become a burden.

So after graduation, she stopped contacting her roommates.

Yet on the other hand, she would go out of her way to please a group of people who didn't love her, as if she were a glutton for punishment or under some kind of spell.

Thinking back on her mindset then, she must have been sick.

She didn't understand it then and hadn't noticed; it was only now that she realized it in hindsight.

But now, she could calmly accept everyone's kindness toward her.

Because she was worthy of,

all beautiful things!

“What about you now? Are you doing well?” Ling Yue looked up, holding her Suzhou-style mung bean soup and sipping it as she quietly reined in her thoughts.

Song Xinyao nodded vigorously and smiled, saying:

“I stayed in Hangzhou for half a year after graduation and went through four jobs—none of which lasted long—and then I slunk back to my hometown.

But I'm very used to and fond of life in my hometown. As you can see, I've followed in my mother's footsteps.

I've only learned the basics, so I can't take on big orders, but I have my own embroidery stall to run.”

“Does it make money?” Ling Yue asked casually.

Song Xinyao picked up a piece of chicken fillet with a fork and chewed it.

She had always been a carefree person and told Ling Yue everything about her situation:

“It’s alright. Business was better the year before last when this area of mine hadn't been developed yet. I’d ride my tricycle to other night markets; on good nights, I could earn over a thousand.

Business hasn't been great these past two years. At most I earn eight hundred, and usually just two or three hundred.”

“Anyway, my home is nearby, so I don't need to rent, and I can get free meals at home.

Expenses are low, life is comfortable, and I’ve saved most of the money I earned. I’m considered 'small-time wealthy' now, small-time wealthy~”

Though her words were humble, her body language and facial expressions were full of pride.

Hearing her talk about this, Ling Yue unconsciously curled her lips into a smile.

Ling Yue was happy, the kind that came from the heart.

“Oh, right.” Song Xinyao took a deep gulp of mung bean soup before finally getting to the main point. “Yinyin is married, did you know?”

“You mean Wang Jiayin?”

This heavyweight guest was the sister who slept in the bunk above Ling Yue.

Song Xinyao nodded and said, “She went back to the Northeast right after graduation. Guess what her job is now?”

“Civil servant.”

Ling Yue blurted it out almost instantly.

Song Xinyao chuckled. “Close enough. She passed the career establishment exam and her family got her into a university as a counselor.”

“What?!” Ling Yue was shocked. “She was the one who hated studying the most! I was the one who helped her answer roll calls the most!”

“And do you know who she married?” Song Xinyao looked very excited.

Ling Yue followed her train of thought and guessed, “It couldn't be the Dean of Students from their department, could it?”

“A top student doing scientific research! Young and promising, a man of few words—a standard novel male lead! His face is a bit lacking, but never mind that.

Do you know? When her husband scolds her, she doesn't even dare to let out a peep!

Do you still remember how fierce she was when she used to get into shouting matches with people? She was practically invincible in the whole department. Who dared to talk back to her? She could make people cry with her insults!

So when I saw that shy, bashful look of hers, I felt like I was going blind.”

Song Xinyao was dying of excitement.

In Suzhou, she didn't run into old classmates, so there was no one to tell these funny stories to.

Now, it felt like years of pent-up gossip had finally found the perfect person to confide in.

Ling Yue’s mind wandered. “Couple's play, maybe. Who knows, in private, that top student might be forced to kneel on a keyboard as punishment.”

Song Xinyao giggled, already imagining the scene of a domineering counselor whipping a tsundere top student.

Suddenly, her smile froze.

She sighed softly and gave Ling Yue a reproachful look, complaining: “We agreed back then that when anyone got married, the other three would be there as bridesmaids. In the end, I was the only one who went.

You completely lost contact, literally vanished from the face of the earth.

Shen Qingxue was too busy with work and couldn't make it, so she just sent a red envelope for the gift money.

Sigh, I did catch the bouquet, but it's been months and I haven't seen any romance coming my way.”

This was indeed a great regret.

Ling Yue tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “What is our Sister Xue up to these days?”

Speaking of this, Song Xinyao got excited again. “She started in self-media and had over three hundred thousand followers, but recently she jumped ship to act in short dramas.

Don't say, she’s actually not bad at acting. Even though our Sister Xue has been single since birth, her kissing scenes are top-tier. The male actors she works with are all handsome guys~ Wahahaha!!

Wait, let me find the drama she’s in for you.”

Song Xinyao was just too dirty-minded.

This 'yellow' girl had all sorts of videos on her phone.

She had a boyfriend in college; they were quite good at first, but after they broke up, they even shared 'videos' with each other. That move was truly one of a kind.

Song Xinyao had bookmarked Shen Qingxue's drama, so she found it as soon as she opened the Guoguo Short Drama app.

“Wow, that's a critical hit right at the start.” Ling Yue’s eyes widened.

After all, she was someone who hadn't even seen Empresses in the Palace before, and she knew even less about short dramas... she didn't expect the first episode to be so intense.

While Ling Yue was still marveling, a puff of hot air blew past her ear.

Turning her head, she saw Zang Lanyi had leaned over at some point, her eyes fixed on Song Xinyao's phone screen.

Song Xinyao: “This... uh, friend, do you also like watching short dramas?”

Zang Lanyi nodded shyly. “I’ve even spent quite a bit of money topping up.”

Being a personal bodyguard was busy work, and she had to exercise in her spare time to maintain her physical condition.

She always lost interest halfway through long series, but short dramas were great—100 episodes only took about an hour, which was perfect for her busy line of work.

She could finish a whole series in a day.

“I haven't seen this one yet.” Zang Lanyi blinked her eyes, clearly hinting at something.

Song Xinyao understood. “Then add me on WeChat, and I’ll send you the title.”

Zang Lanyi looked expectantly at Ling Yue. “Is it okay, Boss?”

Ling Yue waved her hand helplessly. “Up to you.”

The dirty-minded girls had formed a pair, not bad.

Song Xinyao and Zang Lanyi recommended a few dramas to each other, and before long, Song Xinyao sat back down in front of Ling Yue.

“By the way, do you guys have a place to stay?”

Ling Yue nodded. “Since I brought so many people, of course I booked a hotel in advance.”

“Oh, right.” Song Xinyao took Ling Yue's hand. “Then do you want to come to my house and sleep with me? I still have so much to tell you.”

Sleep with her?

She probably wouldn't get any sleep tonight; the girl could chatter all night long.

Ling Yue cleared her throat and said, “The room is booked and non-refundable, and the rate was quite expensive.”

Zang Lanyi remained silent.

This way of refusing was truly creative.

She didn't call an 1.8 billion manor expensive, yet here she was talking about the rate for a presidential suite costing tens of thousands—the price of a single meal.

Song Xinyao compromised in a second; one could hold a grudge against anyone, but never against money:

“True. Then come over to my house as a guest tomorrow. I’ll have my dad make you something delicious. You remember the spiced beef, right? I used to bring a jar to school every semester, and I remember you really liked it.

Come tomorrow, and I’ll have my dad make it for you.

Anyway, I bought so many snacks, you should eat some too. I can't finish them all by myself.”

Ling Yue gave a wry smile. “I probably can't eat any...”