I thought about the possibility of playing the role of the wealthy businessman Bai Yueguang's stand-in in my mind.

If there's no need to accompany him to sleep, no emotional entanglements, and it guarantees privacy without affecting my career, I can actually give it a try.

After all, Zhou Jinshen is so devoted to his deceased wife, so he must also be quite generous towards the stand-in.

Well, then let's first buy this high-end outfit on me to test my strength!

I shook the impeccable pigeon blood red around my neck and spoke subtly and obsequiously:

"Mr. Zhou, playing the stand-in is fine, but that's an additional cost."

I stood stiff-necked, waiting for his response.

"Playing the stand-in?"

He just repeated it with a hoarse voice.

A complicated emotion darkened his eyes.

I saw him lower his head, tongue against his cheek, and smile self-deprecatingly.

"Is this my retribution, or my chance?"

The magnificently luxurious crystal chandelier couldn't illuminate the desolation in his eyes.

Do I really look so much like his deceased Bai Yueguang?

I felt sorry for him: "Mr. Zhou, the deceased has passed away, so don't be too sad."

As soon as the voice fell.

There was a round of applause outside the door.

"Clap clap clap!"

Xie Heng followed along at some point.

Lazily leaning against the door frame.

When he looked at Zhou Jinshen, there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, it's all in the past, don't mislead yourself or others."