100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in Chapter 88.1: Your Acting Isn’t Up to Standard (1)

Having anticipated Ji Xinxin’s reaction, Secretary Fan showed no surprise at all. Instead, he looked at her with absolute composure and said, “It’s not as if you have never done it before.”

If words were weapons, a sharp sword would have pierced Ji Xinxin’s chest there and then.

She wanted to rebuke Secretary Fan for what he had said, but the latter cut in before she could. 

“Haven’t you been pretending to be your older sister before Mr. Li all this while?” Secretary Fan paused for a brief moment before adding, “Especially when you revisited Evergreen Nursing Home with him.”

Ji Xinxin was so infuriated that her hands were shaking with anger. It wasn’t easy, but she forced her rage down and swallowed her indignance. 

… Secretary Fan is Li Xiaoxing’s right-hand man. I can’t go against him. Not yet.

Ji Xinxin took a deep breath and swallowed the humiliation.

She weakly placed her hand on the nearby wall to support herself and squeezed her eyes shut. After a short pause, she murmured, “Alright. I’ll give it a try.”

“Even if it doesn’t work out… there’s no need to take it to heart.” Secretary Fan consoled her.

However, those words did little to soothe Ji Xinxin’s heart. She ignored Secretary Fan and walked briskly toward the master bedroom with clenched teeth. 

She instinctively wanted to call him ‘Xiaoxing’ as she usually did, but she stopped herself at the last moment upon remembering her mission. She took a moment to recompose herself before attempting to mimick Ji Fanyin’s polite yet distant tone. “Mr. Li.”

There was no response, so Ji Xinxin pushed the door open and entered.

It was dark inside. The unbearable pain torturing Li Xiaoxing only continued to sear with greater fervor as the night deepened. His agonized but feeble moans were unsettling.

Ji Xinxin waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before shambling toward the bed.

Li Xiaoxing didn’t seem to have noticed her arrival.

Her first thought was to gently stroke his hair, but she swiftly abandoned the notion, knowing that Ji Fanyin wouldn’t do that. 

What would Ji Fany

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