The Stand-in Sister is Extraordinary, Can I Bring a Friend to Dinner

Lin Yu suddenly dropped a "bomb," leaving the wig-wearing "Mao Mao" completely stunned.

This time, her expression remained controlled, though the faint sound of static still emitted from her body.

Wigged "Mao Mao": "ZerO, seems like you love joking around. I have no idea what you're—"

Lin Yu: "Joking? Hah… What’s my current world ranking? What was it last time? How many spots are between us? What was our first match? When did I first crush you? How old were you when you debuted? What are the last six digits of your ID?"

Wigged "Mao Mao" furrowed her brows: "…"

Lin Yu spread his hand, counting down finger by finger: "Five, four, three…"

She was completely cornered.

Five seconds.

Too many questions—she couldn’t even process them all.

Even if she heard them, she might not remember every detail.

Trying to listen and respond at the same time would only lead to mistakes, making her sound incoherent.

And Lin Yu was already suspicious.

The slightest hesitation would shatter any chance of convincing him.

Exposed.

Completely exposed.

Then, a voice came through the wigged "Mao Mao’s" earpiece:

"Xiashan, I’ll take over. He’s onto us."

"Give me a minute. I’ll be right there."

Hearing this, "Mao Mao" removed the wig, the neckband headphones, and the hidden earpieces.

She shook her head lightly, letting her short black hair fall smoothly into place.

"Impressive, kid."

"Thanks to you, I can take these off early."

"Guess I’m just not cut out for acting."

"Mind telling me how you figured it out?"

Without the disguise, her cold, striking aura was undeniable.

Her sharp, elegant features clashed starkly with her outfit, erasing the earlier dissonance.

This was her real presence.

With the wig, her age had been impossible to guess.

Now, she clearly looked a few years older than Lin Yu.

In Lin Yu’s earpiece, Mo Shangying’s furious voice erupted:

"Ah!!"

"That bitch sent a fake too?!"

"Master, thank god you’re a genius and saw through her trick!"

"What kind of person does this? I came with full sincerity, and she sneaks in a stand-in?"

"Master, tell me—should I go nuclear on her?!"

Lin Yu: "…"

How could this little hacker even say that?

Didn’t you also send a stand-in (me)?

The only reason she could keep talking big was his skills and quick thinking, which flipped the situation.

Tch.

What would she do without him?

Lin Yu straightened up, wearing a knowing smirk as he spoke with confidence:

"There were plenty of signs you were a stand-in."

"Micro-expressions, speech patterns, shifting gaze, overall vibe… you name it."

"Honestly, to excel in our line of work, you need nerves of steel."

Stand-in Sister: "…"

This was the guy who’d once said, "I’ll wreck you on the gas stove"—now lecturing her on composure?

To Lin Yu, this woman was just a disposable decoy.

They’d never cross paths again.

Might as well flex while he could.

If anyone looked stupid, it’d be ZerO—not Lin Yu.

But then—

Stand-in Sister nodded, smiling.

"People in your field are… interesting."

"I’m based in Pingchuan. We might run into each other again."

Lin Yu: "???"

You’ve gotta be kidding me.

A stand-in, and a local?!

The last thing he wanted was small talk with someone from here.

Pingchuan was tiny—they could bump into each other on any damn street corner.

Stand-in Sister added:

"Relax, I’m not in your line of work. No digging into people."

Mo Shangying barked in his ear:

"Master, clap back! Tell her—'Our line of work might just dig you!'"

Lin Yu: "…"

Just then, a petite girl stepped up to the table.

No verification needed—one look, and Lin Yu knew: This was Mao Mao.

Her short, icy-blue hair, streaked with a lock of white, was otherworldly.

An alphabet hairpin added a playful touch.

The same sports headphones looped around her slender neck.

An identical abstract watercolor T-shirt dress emphasized her delicate frame.

Her whole aura was years younger than the stand-in, more like Lin Yu’s age.

Not only was she Mao Mao—

Lin Yu was certain she had OCD.

Hiring a stand-in and forcing them to mimic her style down to the last accessory?

Full-blown perfectionism.

The stand-in sister saw the real deal arrive.

Gracefully rising to her feet, she said:

"Sorry, Maomao, this little brother's observational skills are terrifying."

"Never thought I’d be exposed so quickly."

"You two chat. I’ll wait for you downstairs."

"If he dares to..."

"Hmph, just call me up anytime."

Before leaving,

the stand-in sister made sure to toss out one last threat.

......

The stand-in sister walked to the parking spot outside the coffee shop.

She slid into a black G-Class and fished out her phone from inside.

Three missed calls—caller ID: Xia Yiwei!

The woman dialed back.

The call was picked up in under five seconds.

"Xia Xiashan, did you drop dead out there? Why aren’t you answering your phone?"

"Don’t go getting yourself killed before I even send someone to do it!"

As usual, her younger sister Xia Yiwei opened with greetings straight out of the reincarnation cycle.

Long accustomed to it, Xia Xiashan cut straight to the point:

"Maomao’s in Pingchuan. I was just with her."

"Right now... she’s meeting an important client."

On the other end, Xia Yiwei gasped, equal parts thrilled and shocked:

"Maomao’s here? What about Aunt Ru Xue? Did she come too?"

"Such a big deal and you didn’t say anything sooner!"

"Sneaking off to see Maomao alone—how evil can you be, sis?"

Xia Xiashan wiped off the ill-suited lip gloss with a makeup mirror and replied:

"Ru Xue didn’t come. Just Maomao."

"Clear your schedule tomorrow, no matter what. We’re having dinner with Maomao."

"Hmm... she might bring a local friend from Pingchuan."

After a brief pause, Xia Yiwei hesitantly asked:

"Fine. Then... can I bring a friend too?"