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

Jiang Yu waited for ten minutes before finally receiving a photo from the other end.

I clicked on it and took a look.

A dark, rusty metal table. On it sits a large wrench.

Caption: [If you post any more nonsense, I'll hit you on the head with this tomorrow.]

Jiang Yu was laughing so hard she rolled around on the bed while holding her phone.

This threat was not dangerous at all; instead, it revealed a sense of frustration at being stepped on.

Time flies by as the countdown begins.

Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye.

At five o'clock in the evening, the Jiang family villa was brightly lit.

The specially hired team of stylists was busy running around in the living room on the first floor.

Jiang Ruoruo sat in front of the makeup mirror, wearing a hair crown studded with rhinestones, and her champagne-colored heavy-duty dress made her look like an exquisite Barbie doll.

She looked at herself in the mirror from left to right and was extremely satisfied with her appearance.

"Is my sister not ready yet?" Jiang Ruoruo asked, pulling aside a passing maid.

The maid shook her head: "The young lady is doing her own makeup on the second floor and won't let the stylist in."

Jiang Ruoruo scoffed.

Self-processing?

That shabby, black dress, paired with Jiang Yu's country bumpkin-like aesthetic sense, could only serve as her foil tonight.

The clock struck 6:30 in the evening.

There was a noise coming from the stairwell on the second floor.

Jiang Ruoruo turned her head to look, the sarcastic remark she had prepared stuck in her throat.

Jiang Yu came down.

The black spaghetti strap dress perfectly accentuated her graceful figure.

Her waist-length hair was casually tied up and secured at the back of her head with a minimalist jade hairpin, with a few stray strands falling lazily over her fair shoulders and neck.

She wore bright red lipstick, and her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners.

She exudes a wild, untamed beauty.

Extremely aggressive and flamboyant beyond compare.

A black velvet shawl was draped over her shoulders, barely covering most of her exposed skin.

But as she walked, her shawl slipped down, revealing glimpses of her beautiful shoulder blades.

She wasn't wearing any jewelry, her long neck looked bare.

Yet, it was far more eye-catching than Jiang Ruoruo's cumbersome diamond attire.

Jiang Yu'an stood in the center of the living room, fastening his suit cufflinks.

Hearing the noise, I looked up.

The movement of his hands stopped.

He stared at Jiang Yu's stunningly beautiful face for two seconds.

My gaze drifted down to her exposed shoulders.

He strode over and pulled the velvet shawl off Jiang Yu's shoulders.

He pulled it up forcefully, covering the exposed skin completely.

Then they tied a knot below her collarbone.

"Don't untie it." He stared at her.

Jiang Yu was so tightly bound she could barely breathe: "Brother! You tied a knot that's impossible to untie!"

"I know." Jiang Yu'an turned and walked out. "Old Chen is waiting outside. Let's go."

Jiang Ruoruo followed behind, lifting her skirt, her face so dark it could drip water.

7 PM.

Renaissance Hotel.

The banquet hall was resplendent with gold and silver, and the champagne tower was stacked five stories high.

The melodious classical music echoed in my ears.

As one of the top wealthy families in Beijing, Jiang Yu'an was surrounded by a crowd as soon as he appeared.

Business tycoons, one after another, raised their glasses and gathered around to chat.

Jiang Yu stood beside Jiang Yu'an, maintaining a polite yet distant smile, occasionally offering a few words of response.

But his eyes were constantly fixed on the door on the left side of the lobby that had a green "Emergency Exit" sign.

7:35.

Jiang Yu'an was talking to an elder about the development plan for that piece of land in the east of the city.

Jiang Ruoruo had already taken a champagne cup to other rich girls to show off her outfit.

The opportunity is here.

Jiang Yu reached out and tugged at the cuff of Jiang Yu'an's suit jacket, lowering her voice:

"Brother, I need to go to the restroom. My shawl is too tight and I'm going to adjust it."

Jiang Yu'an turned her head and glanced at her, her gaze falling on the knot.

Perhaps sensing that she wouldn't be able to pull off anything special in this situation, she nodded slightly: "Go ahead. Don't wander off."

"be right back."

Jiang Yu lifted her skirt and turned to walk into the crowd.

After making several turns and twists, he made sure no one was following him.

She quickened her pace and pushed open the heavy fire door of the emergency exit.

A wave of cold air hit me in the corridor.

She quickly untied the knot around her neck and haphazardly stuffed the velvet shawl into her bag.

Without the shawl to restrain her, her fair skin was once again exposed to the air.

The sound of high heels echoed in the empty stairwell.

Jiang Yu quickly took off her silver stilettos.

He pulled out a pair of flat, soft-heeled shoes that he had prepared beforehand from the gap at the bottom of the bag and put them on.

The time was 7:40.

Get it done.

The escape route was unobstructed.

She pushed open the glass door at the back of the hotel and plunged into the cool early autumn night.

The subway station entrance was crowded with people, and no one paid much attention to the woman running wildly in her gorgeous evening gown.

Fifteen minutes later.

The familiar smell of barbecue smoke from the urban village filled my nostrils.

In front of the food stall on the street corner with the red sign that reads "Fatty's BBQ", there are a few greasy plastic tables and chairs.

Jiang Yu stood at the street corner, took a deep breath, and straightened her skirt, which had been ruffled by the night wind.

I walked over in flat shoes.

At the innermost small square table.

The man sat on a red plastic bench with his back to the street.

He was still wearing that faded gray vest and work pants.

He has a broad build and strong shoulder muscles.

There were two unopened bottles of beer on the table in front of him.

Jiang Yu walked behind him, stretched out her slender fingers, and poked his muscular back twice.

"You must be getting impatient, Master Huo."

Huo Li turned his head.

The noisy chatter and sizzling sounds of grilling meat from the surrounding barbecue stalls were completely shut out.

The man's gaze lingered on her bright and charming face.

It slid down to that incredibly slender waist, and then down to that large, open back.

The dim streetlights shone on her pale skin, dazzlingly bright.

The beer cap in his hand was squeezed so hard it became deformed.

"You're dressed like this for barbecue?" His voice was terribly hoarse.

Jiang Yu sat down on the red bench opposite him, resting her chin on her hands, her fox-like eyes staring straight at him.

"Not only do we eat barbecue, we eat you too."

Before he could finish speaking, the barbecue stall owner came over carrying a large iron plate and shouted loudly:

"Here it comes! Ten skewers of grilled lamb kidneys and two dozen oysters! This guy specifically asked for extra garlic and extra spice!"

The boss put the plate on the table, and Chong Huoli gave him a thumbs up:

"Bro, you're in great shape. With this treatment, you'll be bursting with energy tonight!"

Huo Li's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Jiang Yu couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, leaning on the table and shaking uncontrollably, her exposed shoulder blades trembling with each laugh.

The man gritted his teeth, stared at her, picked up a bottle opener, and slammed it heavily on the table.

"Jiang Yu".

"I'm here."

"Finish your meal and get back home right away."

Jiang Yu smiled and handed over a skewer of grilled kidneys:

"It's no fun to just leave after eating. I risked getting my legs broken to come out and find you tonight."

"How about you let me stay the night?"

Huo Li's hand holding the beer bottle froze in mid-air.

He stared intently at the woman opposite him, and the wildness that had been suppressed deep in his eyes began to surge forth.

"Are you serious?"

Jiang Yu was about to speak.

The phone in my bag started vibrating incessantly.