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

Breakfast is done.

Jiang Yu took out the clothes she had worn last night.

That tight-fitting tank top was completely ruined; the shoulder straps were torn in two.

He could only make do with Huo Li's men's black T-shirt, and wore his own work shorts on his lower body, creating a trendy look of missing lower garments.

These clothes are covered in his scent.

It smelled of cheap tobacco and soap.

Huo Li grabbed the car keys from the table and turned the doorknob.

Across the corridor, Lin Wen was carrying a black shoulder bag and getting ready to go to work.

Normally, if Lin Wen had encountered Huo Li's menacing face, he would have shrunk back and walked away.

Today, contrary to his usual self, he was dressed in a suit and tie, and even stopped walking.

"Good morning, Brother Huo."

Lin Wen pushed up his glasses, his smile flawless.

Huo Li didn't reply and instead closed the door behind him.

Lin Wen turned his head, his gaze passing over Huo Li's broad shoulders and landing directly on Jiang Yu behind him.

An oversized men's T-shirt—any discerning person could tell at a glance who it was originally meant to be worn.

With Jiang Yulu's two long, white, and straight legs outside, even a blind person could guess what happened in this house last night.

Lin Wen's breathing became almost imperceptibly heavier by half a beat.

The moment Huo Li turned around, all pretense in his eyes vanished.

That gaze lingered on Jiang Yu's legs, like a slippery, venomous snake coiling upwards along her ankle.

Jiang Yu felt disgusted and turned her face away.

Huo Li took a step to the side.

His tall figure completely blocked Lin Wen's view.

"Still not dead?"

Huo Li spoke, his voice rough and hoarse, his words carrying a blatant threat.

Lin Wen's facial muscles twitched twice, and he let out a dry laugh:

"Off to work, I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Miss Jiang."

He strode downstairs with his bag in his hand, his leather shoes making a clattering sound on the concrete stairs.

Get in the car and start the engine.

The rickety bread cart spewed out a plume of black smoke as it bumped and jolted its way out of the crowded and chaotic alleyways of the urban village.

Jiang Yu sat in the passenger seat and took out her phone.

The most urgent task is to quickly come up with a plausible excuse for not returning home all night.

In this world, the only person willing to take a knife for her is Lin Xingran.

Lin Xingran, the eldest daughter of the Lin family, has a fiery temper and a straightforward personality. She and Jiang Yu are best friends from university.

Even though Jiang Yu's fake heiress identity was exposed recently, and people in the industry were laughing at her, Lin Xingran still drove her around in her flashy pink supercar, taking her shopping and making a ruckus.

The phone call was made.

It rang seven or eight times before it was answered.

"Summoning the soul so early in the morning!"

Lin Xingran's irritable morning grumpiness came from the other end of the phone.

"Ranran, help!"

Jiang Yu lowered her voice and glanced at the driver's seat out of the corner of her eye.

"Speak up if you have something to say."

"My brother is checking up on me. You'd better quickly go over your story. Just say I got drunk at the place you arranged last night and slept in your guest room."

Jiang Yu spoke quickly, "You can make up any details you want, just keep it a secret that we spent the whole night together. If he calls to test you, don't give anything away."

Lin Xingran let out a long yawn on the other end:

"Is Jiang Yu'an, that perverted sister-complex guy, acting up again? Okay, okay, I got it."

I told you I took you to the newly opened MIX last night to see a male striptease show, and you clung to that 1.9-meter-tall mixed-race male model and wouldn't let go, completely drunk.

Jiang Yu's hand trembled, and she almost smashed her phone against the car door.

The man driving the car suddenly swerved the steering wheel half an inch off course.

The Wuling Hongguang drove over a speed bump, causing the vehicle to jolt violently, making Jiang Yu's heart pound.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

She covered the receiver and shouted into the phone.

"Let's say the sisters had a get-together! Drinking fruit wine! Playing Dou Dizhu all night! I'm done!"

The call was immediately cut off.

Huo Li stared at the traffic light ahead, his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists.

"A striptease with hunks?" he repeated casually.

"She's talking nonsense, don't listen to her lies."

Jiang Yu quickly stroked his hair.

With a year of life firmly in her grasp, she now finds Huo Li pleasing to the eye no matter what, and even finds his sarcastic jealousy endearing.

She moved half an inch closer and boldly reached out to poke the rough back of his hand that was gripping the gearshift.

"Are you jealous?" she drawled.

Huo Li slapped her wandering hand away and interrupted her coldly, "Sit still."

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It's 8:30 in the morning.

Wanda Plaza is not fully open yet; only a few fast-moving consumer goods brands and beauty counters on the first floor facing the street are open.

Huo Li parked the car within the white lines drawn on the side of the road.

"Half an hour." He tapped the steering wheel, leaving no room for negotiation.

Jiang Yu nimbly pushed open the door and jumped out of the car, heading straight for the first-floor counter in her canvas shoes.

I bought the most potent waterproof concealer and slathered it all over my neck and collarbone in front of the makeup mirror.

She applied layer after layer of foundation until all the nasty marks were completely covered, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

She turned and rushed into the fast-fashion store next door, quickly grabbing a conservative, standard floral dress.

I went into the fitting room, changed out of the men's black T-shirt I was wearing, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into a paper bag.

The whole process was completed in less than twenty minutes.

She grabbed the bag and ran back to her car.

The van got back on the road and headed towards the upscale neighborhood where the hillside villas were located.

The scenery outside the window is becoming more and more familiar.

That was the invisible cordon of the Jiang family's territory; if we drove any further, we might run into the Jiang family's private security patrol car.

Huo Li slammed on the brakes 800 meters from the intersection of the mountain road.

This place is an excellent blind spot for surveillance cameras, as it is completely blocked by dense roadside trees on both sides.

"Right here." He unbuckled his seatbelt.

Jiang Yu gripped the inside handle of the car door and turned to look at him.

From last night to this morning, the two had their most substantial altercation.

But aside from the ecstasy of her lifespan ending, she didn't even think about what to do with this man afterward.

Treating people like ATMs, using them and then running away, does indeed raise suspicions of a heartless and ruthless woman.

But when it comes to feelings...

Not to mention the vast difference in social class, they can't even get past Jiang Yu'an's hurdle; he could drag everyone down to hell in no time.

"Um..."

Jiang Yu gripped the handle of the paper bag. "I'm going back. Things are getting tense lately, I reckon I'll have to stay put for a few days."

Huo Li turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on her.

"Take the clothes back with you, as a souvenir?"

He tilted his chin forward and pointed at the paper bag in her hand.

Jiang Yu's cheeks flushed.

"Here you go!" he said, throwing the paper bag into the car.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Li stretched out his long arm, grabbed the back of her head with his large hand, and dragged her towards him.

A passionate, aggressive kiss pressed down on him.

It's heavy, but not long.

When he stepped back, his thumb had a rough, thin callus.

He punitively ground his hand over her freshly applied lipstick, leaving an ambiguous blush.

Jiang Yu was so overwhelmed by the kisses that she was completely disoriented, and the only thought in her mind was...

This rough man had no intention of letting her off the hook.

[Ding! Kiss successful! Lifespan increased by 10 days.]

She rolled off the bread cart, not even bothering to say goodbye, and walked along the edge of the road without looking back.

The Wuling Hongguang made a U-turn and disappeared into the morning rush hour traffic.

Jiang Yu gasped for breath, forcing herself to calm down.

I opened the front camera on my phone and carefully checked the concealer to make sure there were no flaws before slowing down and walking up the mountain.

Just after turning two corners, the villa's ornate wrought iron gate came into view in the distance.

Just then.

A black Maybach turned out from the other side of the road.

The tires screeched on the asphalt, and with a sudden screech of brakes, the car came to a steady stop in front of her.

The car door opened.

Jiang Yu'an stepped down.

For the first time ever, he wore a completely black haute couture casual suit today.

Without the refined facade of a suit and tie, standing in the morning light, he looked like someone who had come to collect his life.

The man strode up to her, stopped, and lowered his eyes.