"Satisfied?"

I lifted the hem of the skirt with one hand and spun around, treating myself like an emotionless mannequin.

"Shhh, don’t speak." Zeng Xishou pressed his index finger to my lips.

His eyes were filled with obsessed longing.

"Weiwei, Ruoyan’s temperament is much softer than yours. When you speak, you don’t look like her at all."

What a coincidence—I thought the same thing.

Zeng Xishou should really stop talking. If he stayed silent, he might just pass for 50% of Han Linwan.

"The first time I saw Ruoyan, she was sitting under a cherry blossom tree in this uniform, perfect like a princess."

"I was a poor student admitted on a special scholarship. I didn’t dare do anything but watch her from afar, suppressing all my romantic thoughts."

It was as if Zeng Xishou could see the Ai Ruoyan of his memories—the one who had made his heart flutter—through me.

I turned my head to avoid his scorching breath.

Playing Ai Ruoyan’s stand-in both on and off camera was just two jobs to me, a way to pay off my debts as soon as possible.

But selling my body? I wasn’t willing.

I wasn’t that cheap.

"So you’re still inferior to Ai Ruoyan even now?"

No wonder he had to seek comfort from a stand-in at night after seeing the real thing during the day.

Zeng Xishou froze for a moment, then flew into a rage and grabbed my chin.

He sneered coldly:

"Su Baiwei, haven’t I told you before? Your stubborn, tough temperament is really unpleasant."