Professional Stand-in, With an Hourly Salary of 100,000

2 - You Aren't Your Younger Sister

Song Shiyu leaned against the driver's car window and lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke. He only slightly watched the red spark go out in the dim light.

He just saw Ji Xinxin off at the airport this afternoon.

Ji Xinxin went to Paris, France. This distance is nothing to Song Shiyu. The plane can even go back and forth in a day, but the separation is still so uncomfortable.

So Song Shiyu naturally remembered the existence of Ji Fanyin.

Although it was only yesterday that he mentioned to Ji Fanyin about ending the private stand-in relationship and this is a blatant contradiction, Song Shiyu knew that Ji Fanyin would not refuse.

Who told Ji Fanyin to like him?

Recalling Ji Fanyin, who showed all her physical features during the banquet at noon, Song Shiyu's heart moved slightly.

For this heartbeat, after talking with Ji Fanyin, he drove from Ji family's house to the address she sent.

It was an apartment building on the edge of the city center. It was still considered high-end, and valuable cars could be seen everywhere in the underground parking lot.

The cigarette that Song Shiyu lit has only burned a little bit, and someone came out of the elevator.

He looked up absent-mindedly.

And with this one look, he couldn't take his gaze back again.

It's so similar.

It wasn't until the person with a white lace dress and wide shoulder straps walked in front of Song Shiyu and smiled to him that he came back to his senses: "Ji Fanyin?"

Ji Fanyin smiled and spread a hand toward him, palm up.

Even knowing that this person is Ji Fanyin and not Ji Xinxin, Song Shiyu's attitude is unconsciously turned gentle: "What do you mean?"

"The fee." Ji Fanyin said.

Her voice has also changed slightly.

To be precise, it is more like Ji Xinxin's.

So Song Shiyu was not angry, he even smiled, and said with great interest, "You are so short of money?"

"I'm lacking more than what you think," Ji Fanyin nodded, not ashamed, "Master Song's career and family's assets are so big so wouldn't lack this small amount, isn't it?"

"The money can be given to you," Song Shiyu pressed his cigarette butt to the car window, not the least worried about whether it would burn the expensive glass or not, and asked meaningfully, "But can you meet my requirements?"

"Since it is a fee-based service, all reasonable requirements can of course be met." Ji Fanyin answered calmly.

If he hadn't known Ji Fanyin for so many years and knew that Ji Xinxin was already on the plane, Song Shiyu would have doubted whether the person in front of him was Ji Fanyin herself.

"Then you bark like a dog and let me listen to it." He said with a smile.

Song Shiyu looks very noble and has a little scholar's style, and even the word 'bark like a dog' that came out from his mouth seems so slow and reasonable.

Ji Fanyin looked a little surprised at his expression: "My sister actually looks like this in your heart?"

Song Shiyu chuckled and mocked Ji Fanyin's over-confident comparison: "But you are not your sister."

"No." Ji Fanyin lightly rejected him, "I only provide one service, which is to play Ji Xinxin. If you don't accept it, I will find another client."

She smiled and clamped the hair on her cheeks behind her ears, revealing her white ears.