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

As soon as Jiang Yu entered the villa, before she could even kick off her high heels, the butler quietly came to greet her.

"Miss, the young master is waiting for you in the study on the second floor."

Jiang Yu stopped in her tracks, inwardly groaning.

This damn barrage of calls is relentless.

She slowly handed her bag to the housekeeper, slipped on her slippers, and shuffled upstairs, glancing back every few steps.

Normally, it only takes two steps to reach the top of this staircase, but today she felt like she was embarking on a 25,000-mile Long March.

He lingered at the study door, placed his hand on the cold brass doorknob, and pressed down.

The main light in the study was off; only the retro desk lamp on the desk was lit.

Jiang Yu'an was sitting behind a large rosewood desk, holding a contract written entirely in English, the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting the cold light of the computer screen.

He didn't even spare her a glance; all he could hear was the scratching sound of a pen writing on paper.

Jiang Yu consciously walked to the chair opposite the desk and sat down.

With hands neatly placed on his knees, he maintained the standard sitting posture for kindergarten students listening to instructions.

"Brother," she called out.

Jiang Yu'an ignored her.

The pen moves swiftly, reading a document, turning the page, and continuing to sign.

She was left standing there for a full three minutes.

The chilling sense of oppression grew stronger and stronger with each tick of the clock on the wall.

Jiang Yu was perfectly aware of the meaning behind Jiang Yu'an's behavior.

I'll use silence to pin you down on the chopping block, waiting for you to confess.

Fortunately, Jiang Yu'an finally managed to put the pen cap back on.

He interlaced his fingers under his chin and lifted his eyelids to examine her closely.

"Next month, juniors start their semester." He spoke in a flat tone, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Ah, yes." Jiang Yu nodded repeatedly.

"I had someone check the class schedule; there aren't many major courses. I've already spoken to Lao Chen, and he'll pick you up from school every afternoon from now on. As for your accommodation application, I've withdrawn it."

Jiang Yu'an made the decision without leaving any room for discussion.

What the heck?! Not living on campus?

Are they escorted back every day?

Jiang Yu almost jumped off her chair.

If she doesn't live on campus, why doesn't she come home at night?

How can we go to the urban village to bring warmth to Huo Li?

How can I earn back those several hundred days of her lifespan per year?

Are we just going to stay in this hillside villa and wait to die every day?

No, absolutely not.

She immediately put on an extremely pitiful expression and leaned forward slightly:

"Bro, but I have to prepare a lot of professional reports in my junior year. My roommates all live on campus, and I'll be commuting alone. They'll ostracize me. I want to go to the library with everyone and stay up all night to find information."

"isolated?"

Jiang Yu'an chuckled softly, a short laugh that sent chills down one's spine.

"No one in the Jiang family would dare to isolate you. Don't worry about the materials; just make a list of what books you need, and I'll have someone set up a private study room on the second floor for you tomorrow. As for who you want to discuss things with, I'll invite all the professors in your department back to the villa."

The capitalists' financial power effectively shut down Jiang Yu's excuses.

Undeterred, she continued to use the tiger's skin as a banner.

Her voice was saccharine, eight octaves higher, and she started her usual antics and coquettish behavior:

"Brother, how far is the school from here? It takes an hour during rush hour. Old Chen must be exhausted from driving like this every day. Besides, isn't Ruoruo studying at home too? I'm up early and working late every day, it's not good for me to keep coming in and out and disturbing her rest."

Jiang Yu'an's eyes changed when Jiang Ruoruo was mentioned.

He leaned forward slightly, less than an arm's length away from her.

The fir-scented cologne brushed against her nose as it came over.

"Jiang Yu".

He called her by her full name, not repeatedly, but it hit the nail on the head: "Are you using Ruoruo as a shield?"

"I didn't..." Jiang Yu stubbornly insisted.

"Don't make me spell it out. You used to wake the whole family in the middle of the night just to fight Ruoruo for the master bedroom. Now you've changed your ways and know how to be considerate of others?"

Jiang Yu'an tapped his index finger knuckle twice on the table.

Du, du.

Those two sounds were harsher than anything else.

Jiang Yu was so choked up that she couldn't speak for a long time.

But when you're about to lose your life, who cares about your public image collapsing?

"I've grown up and become more sensible," she said, shamelessly accepting the offer.

Jiang Yu'an looked at her, his gaze fixed on her.

I watched it for a long time.

It went on for so long that Jiang Yu's palms started to sweat.

If she continues to resist, Jiang Yu'an's mind, sharper than radar, will immediately begin to work.

Why do we have to live on campus?

Who is hiding outside?

As long as he investigates and follows the clues to the car repair shop in the urban village, he will be able to expose Huo Li very quickly.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

Let's bow our heads first, and we'll talk about the rest later.

"Fine, I won't stay then."

Jiang Yu slumped her shoulders, feigning discouragement, "Then tell Old Chen not to drive that Rolls-Royce anymore. It's too flashy, I'd be embarrassed. Get him a cheaper one."

Seeing her back down, the sharpness in Jiang Yu'an's eyes lessened slightly.

Without asking any further questions, he turned to the next document and dismissed him: "Go to sleep."

Jiang Yu stood up, her steps extremely light, and retreated to the door.

I just gripped the doorknob.

"The Chamber of Commerce's annual gala dinner is this Saturday night. The dress will be delivered tomorrow."

Jiang Yu'an looked down at the documents. "You go with Ruoruo. Don't cause trouble."

Saturday! Chamber of Commerce Dinner!

This meant that Jiang Yu'an would be busy with social engagements that night and wouldn't have the energy to keep an eye on her.

This was her only free time in the entire week.

"Okay, bro, I promise I'll be good!"

Jiang Yu's voice became much lighter as she pushed open the door and slipped out.

Back in the bedroom, I locked the door and plopped myself onto the soft bed in a starfish position.

"Host, why are you giving in so easily? If you don't live on campus, how are you going to win over the big villains in the future?"

The system light sphere rolled out and hovered above her head, making sarcastic remarks.

"You AI, what do you know?"

Jiang Yu pulled a pillow over her face. "That ruthless Jiang Yu'an, he'd skin me alive if I said just one more word. The priority now is Saturday!"

She sat up, grabbed her phone, and opened Huo Li's WeChat.

The chat interface was empty; the last message was still the one she sent that afternoon: "See you on Saturday."

This taciturn girl, she usually doesn't reply to messages, but this time it's a matter of how long she can live.

My fingertips tapped away rapidly on the screen.

[Saturday night, 8 PM. I'll be waiting for you at the barbecue stand on the street next to the repair shop.]

After thinking for a moment, I sent another message: Strike the snake at its vital point.

If you dare stand me up, I'm going to have a chat with Little Zhou, the ramen vendor next door.

After sending the message, I put my phone face down on the bedside table.

Knowing this man as she did, she knew he would definitely not sit still if innocent people were involved.

Five minutes later, the screen lit up.

Huo Li replied with two words: "You're sick."

Jiang Yu rolled around on the bed with her phone in her arms, laughing without a care in the world.

If someone can swear, it means they've broken down, and breaking down means they've agreed.

The banquet on Saturday night was held at the Renaissance Hotel in the city center, starting at 7 p.m.

She had to sneak out before eight o'clock and get to the barbecue stand.

Time was of the essence, but even if the King of Heaven himself stopped her, she was determined to sleep through those several hundred days of life in a year.