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

He left Jiang Ruoruo a heavily embellished dress covered in rhinestones.

That dress was beautiful, but it was extremely heavy; wearing it for one night would leave you exhausted.

In a business association banquet where everyone tries to outshine each other, if Jiang Ruoruo insists on wearing something, then let her bear the burden.

She needed to conserve her energy to sneak off to urban villages to find random men, so she had no time to wander the world with her two-meter-long skirt trailing behind her.

Ten minutes later, the fitting room door opened.

The living room fell silent.

Even Jiang's mother, who had been incessantly discussing altering the size with Jiang Ruoruo, stopped talking.

Jiang Yu walked out barefoot.

Slender ankles.

The black silk fabric clung perfectly to her body.

Her collarbones are recessed, and her shoulder and neck lines are long and smooth.

The thin, hair-like straps clung to her fair, pale shoulders, creating a striking visual contrast between black and white.

In the brief moment of turning around, the open-back design was fully revealed.

From the shoulder blades down, the spinal groove meanders and disappears into the edge of the fabric at the lower back, creating an extremely slender waist.

There are no unnecessary embellishments.

Just look at that radiant white body and exquisite curves.

It made that ordinary dress look incredibly alluring.

Pure desire intertwined.

Suddenly, the champagne-colored dress in Jiang Ruoruo's hand no longer seemed so appealing.

She looked at Jiang Yu's slender waist, then at her own rather plain chest and undefined waistline.

My eyes stung, and my nails dug deep into my palms.

On what grounds?

Everyone grows up eating rice, so why does Jiang Yu have to grow up to look like a demon?

Brand PR professionals gasped.

Manager Lin's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward:

"Miss Jiang, this dress is simply made for you! It's so beautiful. If you paired it with a full set of diamond jewelry..."

"No need for diamonds, that's too tacky."

Jiang Yu looked at herself in the dressing mirror, casually brushing aside her long hair that was falling over her shoulders. "Just find a velvet necklace."

"cough."

A cough, neither too loud nor too soft, came from the stairwell.

When Jiang Yu looked up, she saw that Jiang Yu'an had returned sometime earlier.

He was wearing dark gray loungewear, one hand resting on the armrest, looking down at the living room.

The gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses fell unobstructed on Jiang Yu.

From her fair neck to her deep collarbone, then to the curves wrapped in black fabric, and finally down to her bare feet.

His fingers tightened on the armrest for a moment.

Jiang Yu felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze.

"Brother." She forced a sweet smile.

Jiang Yu'an walked down the stairs and went straight to her.

Stopped at a distance of just one step.

The scent of fir-scented cologne pressed down again.

He ignored Jiang's mother and Jiang Ruoruo standing beside him, and only stared at Jiang Yu.

"This one won't do," he said firmly.

"Why not?"

Jiang Yu frowned, pinched the hem of her skirt and twirled halfway around. "It looks so good, so light and not cumbersome at all."

"The neckline is too low, and the back is too bare."

Jiang Yu'an turned her head to look at Manager Lin, her voice indifferent, "Change into something else. Something more covering up."

Manager Lin shuddered in fright and nodded repeatedly:

"Okay, Mr. Jiang, we'll get the other payment right away."

Jiang Yu became anxious.

Are you kidding me? How can she move around when she's all covered up?

After the banquet, she still had to rush to see Huo Li to earn more lifespan.

Running away in a heavy, puffy dress significantly increases the chances of getting caught.

"I won't change it."

Jiang Yu stubbornly protested, "I want this one. This one doesn't constrict me."

Jiang Yu'an looked at her, his eyes filled with intense pressure:

"This isn't a spring outing. Dressed like that, are you planning to have every man in the room staring at you?"

"So what if they stick it on? It's not like I'm going to lose a piece of my flesh," Jiang Yu muttered to herself.

"What did you say?" The man's voice suddenly turned cold.

Jiang Yu immediately shut up.

If a direct confrontation won't work, we need a softer approach.

She took half a step forward, reached out and grabbed Jiang Yu'an's sleeve, and shook it.

She tilted her head back, her fox-like eyes misty with moisture.

"Brother, those haute couture pieces are too heavy. You know I get back pain easily when I wear heavy clothes. We have to stand for hours at the banquet; do you want to see me collapse from exhaustion?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hook at the end.

This trick used to work every time.

Jiang Yu'an responds better to gentle persuasion than force.

as predicted.

Jiang Yu'an stared at the hand that was tugging at his sleeve.

His fingers were long and slender, with neatly trimmed nails, and the pads of his fingers pressed against his fabric.

He remained silent for a few seconds.

"Get her a shawl."

Jiang Yu'an withdrew her hand, turned around and walked out. "It's black. Don't let her catch a cold."

After saying that, he went straight into the study.

Jiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and made a face at his back.

Whether or not I wear a shawl, once I'm out of this door, who cares?

After trying on the dress, Jiang Yu returned to her bedroom.

There are less than 24 hours until Saturday night's dinner.

She lay on the bed, drawing a timeline on a piece of paper with a pen.

At 7 p.m., I followed Jiang Yu'an and Jiang Ruoruo into the venue.

At 7:30, Jiang Yu'an will be surrounded by a few old foxes from the Chamber of Commerce who will offer him drinks and chat with him.

At 7:40, Jiang Ruoruo would go and socialize with those socialites who were just pretending to be friends.

This is an excellent window of opportunity to escape.

There is a small alleyway outside the back door of the Renaissance Hotel that leads directly to the subway station.

Taking a taxi from the hotel to the urban village will result in severe traffic jams; the subway is the fastest mode of transportation.

A 15-minute subway ride, plus a 5-minute walk, will allow me to arrive at the barbecue stall just before 8 o'clock.

The perfect escape route.

The ball of light floated back and forth in mid-air:

"Host, you've got a good head on your sleeve. But if you dress like this and go eat at a roadside stall, will that rough-looking Huo Li be able to handle it?"

"It's better if you can't handle it."

Jiang Yu sneered and threw her pen on the table. "If you can't keep up, the progress bar will run fast."

She opened the drawer, took out a bright red lipstick, and scribbled a line on the back of her hand.

The colors are intense and bold.

Huo Li is a man of few words.

For someone like him, drastic measures are needed.

On Saturday night, she not only had to go, but she also had to go looking her best, to seduce the repairman.

The progress bar must be fully extended.

Otherwise, with her lifespan of less than a month, she wouldn't even have time to enjoy the northwest wind for the rest of the year.

My phone vibrated.

Jiang Yu picked it up and took a look.

It was sent by Huo Li.

Don't wear high heels.

There are only five characters.

There isn't a single punctuation mark.

Jiang Yu looked at the screen and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This man, though he says he's sick, actually remembers the time she stumbled in the car repair shop wearing rhinestone-studded high heels.

She's kind of cute with her haughty attitude.

She typed in response:

[If not high heels, then what should we wear? Barefoot?]

The opponent's response speed was surprisingly fast:

Whatever you want.

Still pretending.

Jiang Yu rolled over and lay face down on the soft pillow, her two little feet swinging in the air:

Aren't you going to ask me why I insisted on choosing 8 o'clock? Why I had to go to that particular barbecue stall?

Huo Li: [Not interested.]

Jiang Yu: [You're being hypocritical. You're probably already sitting across from the barbecue stall owner, asking him what his specialties are. Order some grilled oysters to nourish yourself.]

After sending the message, Huo Li didn't reply for a long time.