After being diagnosed with a terminal illness, the fake heiress binds herself to a rough-looking man

Jiang's father's words, "Send Jiang Yu abroad tomorrow," still echoed in my ears.

It's not that he has no temper, nor that he doesn't want to bring the person back directly.

But he knew all too well what kind of methods Jiang's father had used.

The Jiang family's assets are still in the hands of Jiang's father.

If he flips the table now, it will only hurt Jiang Yu first.

Jiang Yu'an held the phone in her palm, and when she looked up, her expression had returned to calm.

Ye Xiyue asked softly, "Brother Jiang, is something wrong at the company?"

"no."

He picked up the teacup and finally took a sip.

The tea had long since gone cold.

Jiang's mother asked with a smile, "Shall we eat first? It's rare for Xiyue to come all this way."

Jiang Yu'an nodded: "Okay."

Jiang's father looked at him, and the pressure between his brows eased a little.

Ye Xiyue smiled and said, "Then I'm in for a treat today. Before I came, my dad told me that the chef at the Jiang family is very good at making Huaiyang cuisine."

Jiang's mother was pleased and said, "Come often if you like."

At the dinner table, Ye Xiyue spoke with poise and confidence.

They talked about life abroad, then about universities in China, and then about the financial market.

She is intelligent, but she doesn't show off or feign ignorance.

Accept what needs to be accepted, and stop where you should stop.

Father Jiang was very satisfied.

Jiang Yu'an occasionally responded with a comment.

His phone was on his lap, the screen dimmed and then brightened again.

Jiang Yu did not send any more messages.

He clicked on the post and read it a second time.

The third time.

Each time I read it, the anger in my heart subsided a little.

Huo Ming'an.

Jiang Ruoruo.

And the student council that put her on the stage.

Write it down, one stroke at a time.

As Ye Xiyue was picking up food, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the screen peeking out from the edge of his phone.

White shirt, jeans.

The girl on stage was bright and vibrant.

She lowered her eyes, but her smile lingered.

"Brother Jiang, was the welcome party at University A very lively this year?"

Jiang Yu'an turned off the screen.

"good."

Ye Xiyue didn't press the matter.

Wise people know how to leave themselves room for maneuver.

But she had already memorized the name Jiang Yu.

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Backstage area of ​​Auditorium A.

After the "real or fake heiress" segment ended, the second half of the show continued.

As Jiang Yu stepped off the stage, Lin Xingran grabbed her wrist.

"Wow, you're amazing!"

Jiang Yu handed the microphone to a staff member, her legs feeling a little weak, but she still stubbornly insisted, "Just my usual performance."

"Just so-so? Huo Ming'an's face is practically burning with embarrassment."

As Lin Xingran spoke, she looked her up and down, "Are you alright?"

My arm hurts a little.

Lin Xingran was stunned: "Is it real pain or just faking it?"

Jiang Yu blinked: "It hurts to take leave."

Lin Xingran: "..."

She was convinced.

The counselor is still overseeing the process.

Jiang Yu went over and said, "Teacher, my arm is not feeling well, I would like to go back to the dormitory to rest first."

The counselor saw that she had indeed been busy all evening and had just been put through that interview, so she didn't make things difficult for her.

"Okay, let Lin Xingran go back with you. Don't walk alone."

Jiang Yu nodded obediently: "Thank you, teacher."

She turned around and grabbed Lin Xingran, running outside.

Lin Xingran was pulled so hard that she almost hit the door frame.

"Slow down! Doesn't your arm hurt?"

"My legs don't hurt."

"Jiang Yu, you woman, you never tell the truth."

"Not entirely," Jiang Yu corrected earnestly. "I was genuinely sleepy."

Jiang Ruoruo's voice came from behind.

"elder sister."

Jiang Yu stopped in her tracks.

Jiang Ruoruo stood at the other end of the corridor. Her makeup had been touched up, but her eyes were still red.

Huo Ming'an was not by her side.

This made Jiang Yu feel a little better.

"What's up?"

Jiang Ruoruo looked at her: "You were doing that on stage just now on purpose."

Jiang Yu nodded: "Yes."

Jiang Ruoruo didn't expect her to admit it so quickly.

Jiang Yu continued, "You put my name on the big screen just to get me to cooperate in the performance, right? I'm cooperating, aren't I?"

Jiang Ruoruo gripped the script in her hand tightly.

"Why do you always have to make a big deal out of things?"

Jiang Yu smiled and said, "It's just a small skirmish; you can't understand human language."

Jiang Ruoruo's face paled.

Jiang Yu didn't intend to stay with her in the corridor in the wind.

"Jiang Ruoruo, if you want to keep playing this game, improve the quality of your plan first. This time it's really insulting to my intelligence."

After saying that, she pulled Lin Xingran and turned to leave.

Jiang Ruoruo stood still, her shoulders gradually tensing up.

She looked down at the script in her hand and suddenly crumpled the paper into a ball.

Jiang Yu.

How come you always manage to escape unscathed?

The two returned to their dormitory.

No one was in the dorm; my other two roommates had gone to see the show.

Lin Xingran turned on the light and tossed her bag onto the chair.

"Take the picture."

Jiang Yu was taken aback: "What are you filming?"

"Aren't you supposed to be explaining this to your brother?"

Lin Xingran threw back the covers and lay down on the bed. "Come on, sisters, let's get this done. Be natural in your poses, don't make it look like a kidnapping scene."

Jiang Yu was amused by her.

She took off her coat, climbed onto Lin Xingran's bed, and the two lay side by side.

Lin Xingran raised her phone.

"Smile."

Jiang Yu forced a sweet smile.

Lin Xingran glanced at the photo and said disdainfully, "It looks too fake. Your brother isn't stupid."

"What should we do then?"

"Close your eyes and pretend to be tired."

Jiang Yu obediently closed her eyes.

Lin Xingran pulled the blanket up to their shoulders and took a picture.

In the photo, Jiang Yu's face is buried in the pillow, her eyelashes drooping, and she does look exhausted.

Lin Xingran made a peace sign next to her, smiling in a rather cheeky way.

Jiang Yu was satisfied after reading it.

"It's been sent."

She opened Jiang Yu'an's chat window and sent him the photo.

"Brother, I'm at the dorm."

I'm so tired today, I don't want to talk, and I don't want to go home. Don't come to pick me up from school.

After sending it, she stared at her phone for a while.

Jiang Yu'an did not reply.

Lin Xingran sat up in bed: "Your brother isn't going to come and kill me, is he?"

"I've already taken pictures."

"What can the photos prove? They prove that we lay together."

Jiang Yu: "..."

That sounds weird.

Lin Xingran leaned closer: "Are you really going to find that mechanic?"

Jiang Yu's ears burned: "He has a name."

"Huo Li, right?" Lin Xingran clicked her tongue. "Alright, our patron will be making an incognito visit to the auto repair shop tonight."

"It's not a car repair shop."

"Where to?"

Jiang Yu put her phone in her bag and said in a lower voice, "He's waiting for me at the back door of the auditorium."

Lin Xingran remained silent for two seconds.

"Did he see you go on stage?"

"Um."

"Then go ahead."

Jiang Yu looked up at her.

Lin Xingran waved her hand: "Don't look at me like that. I'm not a mean mother-in-law. You were tormented by those people tonight, what's wrong with wanting someone to hug you?"

Jiang Yu's heart softened.

"slowly."

"Stop."

Lin Xingran reached out to stop her, "Emotional appeals come at a price. I'm just reminding you, don't come back too late, and if you really don't come back, let me know you're safe."

Jiang Yu nodded: "Okay."

Lin Xingran added, "Also, don't walk in a weird way tomorrow."

Jiang Yu grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

"Shut up!"

Lin Xingran laughed so hard she almost rolled off the bed.

A small ball of light appeared in Jiang Yu's mind, its tone filled with relief.

[Host, your friend knows a lot.]

Jiang Yu gritted her teeth inwardly: "You shut up too."

Okay, I'll go hide under the bed for three seconds.