100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in Chapter 33.1: It’s the Jealousy Speaking (1)

“… Ji Fanyin, we need to talk.” Song Shiyu grabbed his forehead and exhaled deeply. “Let’s thrash out everything between us.”

Ji Fanyin looked at him with a tilted head and chuckled mockingly. “Song Shiyu, you still don’t get it. The ‘Ji Fanyin’ you want to talk to is already dead.”

She really is. The current Ji Fanyin has never felt even the slightest ounce of attraction toward Song Shiyu.

“What do you want to talk about? Why I liked you? When I liked you? How I liked you?” Ji Fanyin shook her head before continuing on, “That’s no more than a whimsical turn of fate. What comes on a whim goes on a whim. Is it that surprising that my feelings for you have moved on?”

Those words were spoken so lightly, yet they viciously plunged into Song Shiyu’s chest like razor-sharp blades.

“… You’re trying to tell me that you have moved on to Bai Zhou or that basketball brat?” asked Song Shiyu with a deep voice. “Your feelings sure are cheap.”

Unfazed by Song Shiyu’s evaluation, she laughed softly and replied, “They sure are. That’s just how heartless women are at times.”

With a casual wave of goodbye, she turned around and was just about to take her leave when she was reminded of another issue. So, she turned back to Song Shiyu and said, “Oh right, there’s one more thing.”

Song Shiyu looked at her with eyes that looked even deeper than the abyss, quietly waiting for her to continue.

“You should inform me in advance if you’re going to get a fiancée,” reminded Ji Fanyin. “Otherwise, it might result in your loss.”

She wouldn’t want to continue this business transaction if the blind date between Song Shiyu and Chen Yunshan went well and the two of them moved on to talks of marriage. There was a vast difference between Chen Yunshan and Ji Xinxin here.

After hearing Ji Fanyin’s words, Song Shiyu suddenly burst into laughter and said, “It looks like it’s just the jealousy speaking in the end.”

Ji Fanyin: “…”

Men can be more delusional than women at times.

Song Shiyu’s mood visibly lifted within moments. He draped his coat on his arm

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