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

It was only when an alarm sounded from Ji Fanyin’s bag that he finally snapped out of his trance. 

Bai Zhou glanced at her bag and ordered, “Silence it.”

This time, Ji Fanyin didn’t fulfill Bai Zhou’s request patiently as she had all this while. She calmly showed him the time on her watch and said, “Your reservation has to come to an end.”

It was now 8 o’clock. Even the most luxurious pumpkin carriage would have to disappear once her service came to an end. 

Bai Zhou: “…”

There was a nasty look on his face, reminiscent of a kid who got his gaming console confiscated before he could save his progress. 

Ji Fanyin took out her phone and killed the alarm before turning her body toward Bai Zhou. Her action caused their knees to inevitably knock together in the narrow neoprint booth.

Bai Zhou immediately darted backward as if he had gotten something dirty on him, shouting, “What are you doing?”

“I would appreciate it if you would let me pass,” said Ji Fanyin politely. “I have a facial at eight-thirty. I don’t like to be late for my appointments.”

She gestured toward the doorway of the narrow neoprint booth with a glance. 

There was only one way out of this neoprint booth, and Bai Zhou was blocking it with his huge body. How was she supposed to leave if he didn’t give way?

“Or do you not want me to go?” she casually teased.

Those words were effective at provoking Bai Zhou. He shot a vicious glare at Ji Fanyin before rising to his feet and striding out. 

While walking off, he didn’t forget to turn around and threaten her, “Don’t you dare utter a word about what happened today to anyone else. Otherwise, I’ll let you know what regret is!”

“Don’t worry, I am a professional.” Ji Fanyin was unfazed by Bai Zhou’s threat. She tidied up her slightly messy hair a little before adding on, “No one will know unless you tell others on your own accord like Song Shiyu.”

Bai Zhou felt contempt for the false strong front she was putting on. “You need not put on such an act. There’s no one who doesn’t know that you like Song Shiyu.”

Ji Fanyin wasn’t too bothered by the rumors, so she replied casually, “Treat it as if I’m defending the final shreds of my dignity then.”

Bai Zhou harrumphed coldly. He wanted to scorn her, but he couldn’t bring himself to voice out the insults lingering at the tip of his tongue. In the end, he turned around and strode off.

With a whole stash of cute neoprints he had in his aviator jacket, that was.

Ji Fanyin was about to call a cab to head to her facial appointment when she noticed that there was a missed call on her phone. It was from Song Shiyu.

The call had only lasted a second, which explained why she didn’t hear it during her appointment with Bai Zhou. When a call was hung up within a second, it could only mean that the caller regretted his decision right away.

Ji Fanyin gave the matter some thought before sending him a message to ask him if he had business with her. 

However, a red exclamation mark appeared beside the message she sent on. Beneath it was a notification stating that they weren’t friends yet and needed to add one another as contacts in order to chat. 

Ji Fanyin immediately understood why Song Shiyu hadn’t contacted her through WeChat for a while now. 

She fiddled with her phone for a moment before nonchalantly closing her WeChat, choosing to feign ignorance about this.

Since Song Shiyu wasn’t saying anything about it, she couldn’t be bothered to deal with it. 

Shortly after, a call from Bai Zhou came in. 

The moment Ji Fanyin picked up the call, the hot-headed youth immediately spoke with a commanding voice, “I forgot to tell you. I want a day of your time tomorrow. I’ll send the money to you later on.”

He hung up right after saying what he wanted.

His attitude was horrible, but Ji Fanyin was willing to overlook her client’s awful temper in view of the 1,500,000 dollars that just arrived in her account.

Interestingly, just a few seconds later, Song Shiyu’s call came in as well. 

“Did Bai Zhou look for you?” Song Shiyu got straight to the point.

Ji Fanyin stepped onto the escalator as she returned the question with a smile, “Weren’t you the one who told him about it?”

Song Shiyu chose not to answer the question. “Accompany me for dinner tomorrow.”

“My apologies. I have just received a reservation,” Ji Fanyin turned him down.

Song Shiyu was silent for a few seconds before asking, “Was it Bai Zhou?”

Ji Fanyin didn’t answer his question, but it didn’t seem like Song Shiyu really needed an answer anyway. He hung up the phone a few seconds after asking that question. 

Meanwhile, Ji Fanyin slipped her phone back into her pocket as she began considering additions to her business model. 

If clashes in appointments occur more often in the future, should I consider introducing a bidding system?

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