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

Chapter 96.3: Don’t Take Up My Offer (3)

You do not need a special reason to like someone. Ji Fanyin sipped on her specially ordered Wang Zai milk. It could be a scenario-based coincidence. If someone else was in that particular location at that particular time period instead of you, I would most probably fall in love with that person too. If you think of it this way, dont you feel better?

Of course he will not feel better. This will only make him feel worse.

However, Song Shiyus emotions were not within the range of Ji Fanyins considerations.

... Then what exactly did you like about me in the past? Since it was such a rare opportunity, Song Shiyu decided to pursue the matter further, If I could return to the kind of person you admire, if I could become a person even more worthy of your affection than before, would you reconsider

Ji Fanyin finished off her milk and with one hand, she dragged the box towards Song Shiyu.

The box had already gone through wear and tear over the years. The metal base had even produced an ear-piercing screech when it was dragged across the table.

Ji Fanyin placed her hand on top of the box and calmly offered, The answer you are seeking is inside here.

Song Shiyu stared at the box intensively and murmured, Whenever I reminisce about the past nowadays, I cannot help feeling like it was all a dream that I have woken up from.

Ji Fanyin was already on her feet.

Song Shiyus words amused her. She chuckled.

Song Shiyu, it can be a torture to live when you are too awake. She knocked on the top of the box with her knuckles. As thanks for the three million dollars, I will give you a friendly reminder. It will be better for you to open this in a private place away from prying eyes.

If not, the history with Bai Zhou may repeat itself, A 1.85 meters tall man squatting on the floor, crying his eyes out.

Ji Fanyin made her way out of the restaurant straight with her laptop and car keys. Of course she would not pay for this meal.

After all, Song Shiyu had offered to pay for it. Plus, this meal would only set him back by a few hundred dollars. There was no need to help him save money.

Ji Fanyin was sure the items in the box would bring about great misery to Song Shiyu. The more hurt he felt, the more he would like to return to the past, and the more likely he would realize his mistakes and aggravate his sufferings.

Plus, it was not an easy feat to extract oneself from this spiraling obsession.

When the amount of suffering exceeds his threshold, he would naturally seek out ways to temporarily relieve his pain, like drowning his sorrow in alcohol.

Song Shiyu had always been a practitioner of that. Even when he was in a good mental state, it did not stop him from filling the wall of wine cabinets in his home with large amounts of alcohol.

That was something Ji Fanyin believed in.

The box Ji Fanyin gave Song Shiyu was like Pandora's box. Even though Song Shiyu knew of the misfortune that would follow after the opening of the box, he still could not resist his curiosity.

The only thing delaying his opening of the box was Ji Fanyins warning which sustained him till he got home and carefully placed it on his table.

However, when he tried to flip the lid open, he was stopped by the lock on the side. It was a basic four number lock which carried 10 thousand possibilities.

Judging from the rusted appearance of the box, it was obvious it had not been opened in a long while.

Song Shiyu stared at the box hesitantly. With shaky fingers, he turned the dials to reflect the four digits representing his birthday.

Kachak! The lock was opened.

In that instant, Song Shiyu felt like he was drowning as a pair of invisible hands squeezed his lungs into a little ball. Despite his heart beating out of his chest, an iciness seeped through him from within.

He pressed down tightly on the box. The hope he held on to previously dispersed into the air like butterflies.

Unable to bear the impact, he poured himself a cup of tequila and downed it in one go to muster some courage.

Riding on the numbness of the alcohol, he flipped open the lid of the box in one go, the sound of the lid hitting the table resounded in the room.