Sun Bingwen stood dazed in his living room.
'Who is she? She is not the girl who went into my guest room a while back.'
From the words of his father, he clearly understood that Shao Rong was older than himself. Otherwise he would not ask her to address him as 'Xiao Wen' which was his nickname for all his elders.
His father would never allow an outsider who is younger than him to address in such form just to show his respect.
So he is definitely sure that Bingwen is younger than Shao Rong.
Then who is this girl standing in front of him looking innocently into his eyes. There is no danger that he previously noticed in her eyes. Instead they are clear. Too clear. They look innocent and harmless.
Her previous defined characteristics are nowhere to be found. Instead he saw a girl with her chubby and round face. It looks like she did not shed her baby fat yet.
Her earlier hair that resembled fine silk is now turned into several curls that are then wrapped into pigtails almost covering her ears. Her deep eyes are shadowed under a pair of round framed glasses.
She looks younger.
She looks innocent.
She looks cute.
Bingwen rubbed his eyes once to confirm that it was not an illusion.
Once he saw the same image in front of his eyes, his mouth widened. She is definitely not Shao Rong. She is obviously her doppelganger.
But how did she enter his house and into his guest room. There is definitely no back door or even a balcony to the room into which Shao Rong went. Then how did some other girl enter that room.
"W...W...W...Who are you?" he stuttered while pointing his finger while stretching his long hand towards the girl.
"Xiao Wen, how can you forget your elder sister in a mere minutes," she spoke seemingly sad and hurt. But her voice has not changed.
Her voice remained the same mellow which contained a hint of sterness that showed her authority in front of the people whoever was listening.
The dominance in her voice made Bingwen realize that she is not the 'doppelganger' but Shao Rong herself.
'When did you become my elder sister,' he was dumbfounded.
She of course understood his unspoken question and bobbed his nose and chuckled like teasing a little kid. After all, a kid is what she sees in him.
"Miss Shao?" he asked in a doubt.
She smirked and answered, "Who else do you think?"
His wide eyes finally learnt to blink once again as he understood everything. Shao Rong is going to join the crew as his assistant to find some person. So, it is obvious to change her face and dressing to accommodate her role.
As soon as he realized there rang a sound of his doorbell.
"I think that's my manager and my assistant. Please wait. I'll go and get the door," he spoke and strode towards the door and welcomed a man and a woman both around his age.
The man pushed his rectangular glasses up his nose and straightened his shirt which was tucked neatly into his trousers. The woman tucked her hair behind her ear while she followed behind the man.
Bingwen carelessly entered the living room and sat on the couch and started pouring water in a glass.
The man and the woman found Shao Rong sitting on the opposite end of the couch and widened their eyes.
They were not surprised.
They were shocked or to say exactly they were panicked.
One can say that they were waiting for Sun Bingwen to explode some bomb in the form of a little girl.
"Ah Wen, who is she?" the woman spoke softly.
Bingwen took the glass now full of water and crossed his legs as he sat straight.
"Oh, she will be my assistant from tomorrow," he spoke nonchalantly and drank his water.
"Bro Wen, what should I call them?" a soft coquettish voice spoke from the side.
"Pfft" Bingwen sprayed all the water he drank in the front and started coughing violently.
The woman came to pat his back and once his cough came to a stop he looked at Shao Rong incredulously like he saw a ghost.
'Bro Wen?'
'What nonsense?'
'Didn't she say that she is my elder sister?'
'When did she turn into my younger sister within a lap of two minutes?'
'No, whose voice was that? Is it really Shao Rong who just spoke?'
'She can even change her voice?'
His expression turned to the one of a little kid who was bullied. Of course he was being bullied from the past few hours. That is what he thought though.