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

He went straight up the stairs and pushed open the door to the study on the second floor.

The curtains were drawn, and the room was dimly lit.

Only a dark green vintage desk lamp was lit on the desk.

He sat down in the large leather chair and opened his laptop screen.

The preliminary investigation file that Lao Chen sent half an hour ago was prominently displayed on the table.

[Old Li's Auto Repair Shop, Sifang Street, South of the City. The registered owner of the business license is Li Guodong, 62 years old. There are three helpers in the shop.]

Huo Li, male, 24 years old. Registered residence in a remote mountainous area of ​​another province. No criminal record or other negative history.

He closed his laptop and sank completely into the back of his chair.

The surveillance footage from the underground parking garage kept flashing uncontrollably through my mind.

Inside that dilapidated Wuling Hongguang, the man in the driver's seat was smoking with his face turned to the side, most of his body hidden in a dark corner.

That's definitely not the look a mechanic should have.

Extremely aggressive.

Jiang Yu, who was standing outside at the time, didn't dare to even glance in the direction of the bread truck.

That kind of deliberate, extreme avoidance is inherently wrong.

There was a gentle knock on the study door.

"elder brother--"

Jiang Ruoruo's deliberately husky, sweet voice came through, "I personally made you a hand-drip coffee."

"Put it by the door."

The footsteps outside the door paused for a moment, then walked away dejectedly.

Jiang Yu'an picked up his phone and opened Jiang Yu's WeChat chat window.

The profile picture is a candid shot of her profile, with the little girl laughing carefree, her high ponytail being blown all over the place by the wind.

The light from the screen shone on his lenses.

One minute later.

He locked the screen and placed the phone face down on the table.

Third floor.

Jiang Yu's bedroom door was locked from the inside, and the curtains were drawn tightly.

Turn the air conditioning to the lowest setting.

Jiang Yu lay face down on the soft mattress, exhaling the stale air she had been holding in all the way.

"System!" she roared in her mind.

A semi-transparent, dark blue panel shot out.

[Current life expectancy: 1 year and 20 days.]

One year.

For her, who was on the verge of death yesterday, this number was like winning the lottery.

But the ecstasy didn't even last three seconds.

Jiang Yu turned over, staring intently at the crystal chandelier above her head, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Not right.

Jiang Yu'an was so quick to let them go today.

In the past, such egregious behavior as sneaking out of the house and staying out all night would have resulted in her being grounded for at least half a month and having all her communication devices confiscated.

You didn't even say a harsh word to me today?

The only possibility is that he's brewing something big.

He was waiting for irrefutable evidence to convict her.

monitor!

Monitoring MIX!

Jiang Yu suddenly sat up in bed.

She didn't even step into the door of MIX last night, so how could her face appear in the surveillance footage!

It's all over!

She grabbed her phone and frantically tapped the screen to send a message to Lin Xingran.

[Ranran, help!!! Jiang Yu'an will definitely check MIX's surveillance footage!!!]

The reply came almost instantly.

[What's the panic? I really went last night. There are no cameras in the VIP boxes, only in the hallway. When I entered, I was wearing a baseball cap pulled down and a black mask. If Old Jiang comes to question me, just insist that you entered fully masked. Even a god couldn't find your face.]

Jiang Yu's trembling hands finally steadied.

Ranran, from today onwards, you are my second parents.

Come on. Next time I treat you to ten king crabs, and if you're missing a leg, I'll kill you.

He tossed his phone aside.

Jiang Yu fell back into the pillow.

With this year's life as a safety net, at least she can survive for a while longer.

But Jiang Yu'an's side is like a ticking time bomb.

As for Huo Li, he must be hidden away first, otherwise he will still be dead a year from now.

Just when her mind was about to explode.

The phone screen lit up.

Huo Li's message popped up on the screen.

【arrive?】

The two characters are extremely simple, with no unnecessary punctuation marks.

Jiang Yu looked at the screen, but the corners of her mouth involuntarily twitched upwards.

[We've arrived. The dog's life is temporarily spared.]

She was left standing there for half a minute.

[Just being alive is enough.]

After sending that message, the chat window went completely silent.

Jiang Yu slammed her phone down on her chest and turned over in frustration.

Is there something wrong with this man? We've already slept together, and he can't even say a nice thing!

---

Jiang Yu lay paralyzed in bed all morning.

Even turning over in bed makes my whole body ache.

The aftereffects of last night's ordeal have fully manifested.

My lower back ached as if it were broken, and my legs felt so heavy I could barely move them.

The skin on my inner thigh that was chafed was so raw that it hissed and gasped when I touched the blanket.

She rummaged through the medicine box for Yunnan Baiyao ointment, awkwardly applied it, and finally resignedly lay back down to become a salted fish.

She only moved to the table and sat down when Wang Ma knocked on the door with lunch in her hands.

Braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, and a bowl of chicken soup with cordyceps flowers.

The scene was quite grand, but before Jiang Yu could even finish chewing a piece of pork rib, her phone rang again.

Jiang Yu'an's name popped up on the screen.

Voice call.

Jiang Yu almost choked to death on the bone.

When I answered the phone, there was only one sentence on the other end: "Come to the study after you finish eating."

beep--

The call ended.

They didn't even give me a chance to talk back.

Jiang Yu held her chopsticks, staring blankly at the table full of dishes.

Is this a last meal before someone's execution?

She promptly picked up another piece of pork rib.

Even if I die, I'll die with a full stomach.

---

The study door was ajar.

When Jiang Yu pushed open the door, Jiang Yu'an was sitting behind a rosewood desk.

Several documents were spread out beside me, and an untouched cup of coffee sat on the other side.

That cup was brought over by Jiang Ruoruo this morning, and it's still full.

"sit."

Jiang Yu'an didn't even look up.

Jiang Yu obediently walked to the single sofa opposite.

The moment my buttocks touched the sofa, a sharp pain shot through my inner thigh.

She quickly changed to a less dangerous sitting position.

Jiang Yu'an signed the last document.

The pen is placed on the pen holder.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and pressed his nose.

There's a family dinner party at home next Saturday night.

Jiang Yu was stunned.

The Jiang family hosts numerous banquets, both large and small, every year.

Jiang Yu'an personally notified her to attend, which was unprecedented.

"What kind of banquet?"

"What Mom means."

Jiang Yu'an put her glasses back on and leaned back in her chair.

"Jiang Ruoruo's identity is officially announced to the public."

Officially announced.

The rumors circulating in the industry, which are half true and half false, will be completely confirmed on that day.

Jiang Ruoruo is a true heiress of legitimate blood.

She, Jiang Yu, is an imposter who has occupied someone else's position for twenty years.

It should be returned.

Title, status, and this surname.

Jiang Yu leaned against the sofa armrest, looking down and fiddling with her nails.

Not surprising at all.

From the day Jiang Ruoruo was found, Jiang's mother wished she could broadcast it all over Jiangcheng through a megaphone.

However, Jiang Yu'an had been holding back and hadn't gone through this procedure before.

It seems that it can no longer be suppressed.

Instead, she laughed.

"Okay."

"Shouldn't you order some clothes for me?"

"What should I wear this time? Continue to be just a background figure, or should I go straight to the entrance and be a greeter?"

Jiang Yu'an did not respond.

Those deep eyes stared at her through her glasses, waiting quietly for her to finish speaking.