Chapter 1.4: Because You Like Me, No? (4)
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100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in Chapter 1.4: Because You Like Me, No? (4)

Meanwhile, Ji Fanyin casually followed the signs in the hotel’s lobby and headed to the banquet hall.

By then, the banquet hall was already crowded with people. There were two large screens that played a photo montage of Ji Xinxin and her parents, be it on a holiday, playing around, dancing, parents’ meeting… They looked like a harmonious family of three.

Where’s the other daughter, you ask? Who cares. She’s nowhere to be seen in those merry photos anyway.

Ji Fanyin watched those pictures by the entrance as she clicked her tongue in wonderment.

‘Ji Fanyin’ sure led a tragic life. She didn’t do anything wrong at all, yet she doesn’t have any presence or standing in her family at all.

As more and more doubtful gazes were directed toward her, Ji Fanyin finally began making her way toward the frontmost table in the banquet hall.

She could hear the confused crowd in the surroundings gossiping about her identity, wondering why she looked so alike to Ji Xinxin. In fact, when Ji Fanyin stood before Father Ji and Mother Ji’s eyes, the duo even looked stunned for a moment.

“My apologies, I was held up by something else,” explained Ji Fanyin before she calmly called a waiter over to bring a chair and prepare an additional set of tableware.

They said that everyone was waiting for me, but there’s no seat for me at all. What a load of bullshit.

“Yinyin?” Mother Ji was the first one to snap out of her daze. She coughed lightly out of awkwardness before saying, “You’re really late… Come, have a seat.”

Before she could finish those words, Ji Fanyin had already settled down on the chair brought over by a waiter.

On the other hand, Father Ji had an awful look on his face, but he didn’t want to cause a scene here. So, he shot a glare at Ji Fanyin and growled deeply, “Just eat your meal and don’t say a thing at all.”

Ji Fanyin responded with a lackadaisical murmur as she picked up a piece of steamed pork belly with sugar paste with her chopsticks and placed it into her bowl.

For someone who had just attempted suicide, she felt that

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