[✓]100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in

Chapter 2: You Aren't Your Younger Sister

Song Shiyu leaned against the window of the driver’s seat as he lit up a smoke, but he didn’t puff on it. He simply watched silently as the crimson embers gradually extinguished under the dim lamppost.

He had just sent Ji Xinxin off earlier in the afternoon.

It was no big deal to him that Ji Xinxin had chosen to study abroad in Paris—it was just a day’s flight away—but farewells were always difficult to handle. As a result, he naturally thought of Ji Fanyin’s existence.

He knew that he would be going against his words, since he had already ended his stand-in relationship with Ji Fanyin yesterday, but he was well aware that Ji Fanyin wouldn’t reject him.

There was nothing she could do since she fancied him.

He thought about Ji Fanyin, who had for once shown her facial features openly during the afternoon farewell party, and the notion slowly became more and more enticing to him.

True to his instinct, after making a call to Ji Fanyin, he quickly drove away from the Ji Residence and over to the address she sent over.

It was an apartment located at the borders of the first ring road. It was still fairly high-class, as evident from the branded cars scattered all around its underground car park.

Moments after Song Shiyu parked his car and lit a smoke, a person walked out from the nearby elevator. He casually raised his head to take a look, only to be bewitched by what he saw.

Too similar!

It was only once the woman dressed in a white cold shoulder lace dress walked up to him smilingly that he finally snapped out of his daze. “Ji Fanyin?”

Ji Fanyin extended her hand toward him with her palm facing upward.

Despite knowing that the person standing before him was not Ji Xinxin but Ji Fanyin, Song Shiyu’s attitude still subconsciously mellowed down a little. “What do you mean by this?”

“I’m charging by the hour,” replied Ji Fanyin.

There was a subtle change from her usual voice, but it somehow made her resemble Ji Fanyin even more.

For this reason, Song Shiyu wasn’t angered by Ji Fanyin’s response. He even broke out in a smile as he asked out of curiosity, “Are you that lacking in money?”

“Much more than you think,” replied Ji Fanyin with a nod, not embarrassed to admit it at all. “Someone as rich as young master Song shouldn’t be lacking in money, right?”

“I can give you money.” Song Shiyu stifled his cigarette on the car window, not worried about damaging its expensive glass at all. With a suggestive tone, he asked, “But are you able to satisfy my needs?”

“Since I’m charging for my service, I’ll satisfy any reasonable requests you pose,” replied Ji Fanyin unhurriedly.

Were it not for the fact that Song Shiyu had known Ji Fanyin for many years and his knowledge that Ji Xinxin was currently already onboard a plane, he would have really wondered if the person before him was really Ji Fanyin or not.

“I want to hear you bark like a dog,” remarked Song Shiyu with a soft chuckle.

He had the appearance of a refined gentleman and a scholarly air, such that even as he spoke the crude words, ‘bark like a dog’, his unhurried but pleasant voice still made it sound reasonable.

Ji Fanyin looked at him in surprise. “Is that the impression you have of my younger sister?”

Song Shiyu laughed softly before responding disdainfully to Ji Fanyin’s act of comparing herself to her sister, “But you aren’t your younger sister.”