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

She opened WeChat and clicked into Huo Li's chat window.

Do you think I'm just some scrap metal from your repair shop?

send.

Five minutes later, the other side replied with two words.

What's wrong?

【What's wrong? You're asking me what's wrong??】

Jiang Yu unleashed a torrent of words.

I'm covered in bruises. My back is broken. My legs are useless. I even need to hold onto the wall to squat down to use the toilet.

【You, on the other hand, went to the repair shop all energetic and lively. I'm practically rotting away here recovering from my injury!!!】

There was a long silence on the other end.

It went on for so long that Jiang Yu thought he was no longer replying to her messages.

Would you like to come to the factory?

【? ? ? 】

Let me rub it for you.

Jiang Yu stared at those words, wishing she could rub his head with a brick.

Get lost. Let him recover first.

He tossed his phone aside and continued to act like a corpse.

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Day three.

The aches and pains in my body have finally subsided by more than half.

Jiang Yu threw off the covers and got out of bed, turning around twice in front of the dressing mirror.

The marks on my neck have mostly faded, leaving only a small patch of faint pink near my collarbone, which can be covered with a thin layer of foundation.

She picked up her phone and sent a message to Lin Xingran.

[Ranran, did you receive the invitation to the banquet on Saturday?]

back in seconds.

[Received it. My mom made me wear that Valentino dress from last summer; it's so tacky, I want to die. What about you?]

My brother gave me a black card and told me to buy it myself.

【!! Black Card!!!】

[Let's go! This afternoon! Hang Lung! I'll pick you up in my car!]

Jiang Yu quickly changed her clothes.

She wore a white T-shirt and wide-leg jeans, and her hair was casually tied into a low ponytail.

Before leaving, I deliberately paused for two seconds at the door of Jiang Yu'an's study.

The door was closed, but there was the sound of keyboard typing inside.

She cleared her throat and turned the volume down to a level that could just penetrate the door panel.

"Brother, Xingran and I are going to buy dresses for the banquet. We'll be back this afternoon. Old Chen, would you like to take me?"

There was silence inside for a few seconds.

"Old Chen is waiting for you in the front yard."

Obeying the order.

Old Chen took her to the main entrance of Henglong Plaza.

As soon as Jiang Yu opened the car door, a pink Porsche Cayenne blocked the entrance passage.

The horn was blaring loudly.

Lin Xingran leaned half her body out of the driver's seat and pushed her sunglasses up to her nose.

"Yu Yu! Hurry up! Dior just got a batch of new spring/summer styles on the third floor. If you're late, those socialites will snatch them all up!"

Jiang Yu turned around, waved to Old Chen, and got into the passenger seat.

Old Chen hesitated for a moment, but finally parked his car on the side of the road opposite the shopping mall.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yu'an only said four words: Just follow along.

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The third floor of Hang Lung Plaza.

Private VIP room.

Jiang Yu and Lin Xingran were seated in the innermost VIP room.

Three walls are lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and in the middle is a white leather sofa with two freshly opened glasses of champagne on the table.

The shop assistant pushed in a row of hangers full of formal dresses.

Without saying a word, Lin Xingran rushed to the shelf and started flipping through things with a loud clatter.

"Bring them all out, this one, this one, and that black one too."

She glanced back at Jiang Yu and patted her collarbone.

"Let's get down to business. What kind of perverted demands does your young master Jiang have regarding your attire?"

"No bare backs, no bare legs."

Jiang Yu nestled on the sofa, drinking champagne, repeating the same thing listlessly.

Lin Xingran clicked her tongue and pulled two high-necked, long-sleeved dresses from the shelf.

One is deep blue, the other is dark green.

She was dignified and conservative, completely covered up, not even revealing her wrists.

She held it up in front of Jiang Yu and waved it.

"How is it? Is it conservative enough? You look exactly like a nun in it."

"Are you seriously helping me choose?" Jiang Yu placed the champagne glass on the table.

Lin Xingran tossed the two back with a series of snaps, then pulled one out from the very back.

Burgundy velvet fabric.

Sleeveless, with a V-neck that plunges to the center of the chest.

The skirt hem was just past the knee, with a slit on the left side extending to mid-thigh.

The back is openwork and secured with several extremely thin metal chains.

Wearing it reveals everything that should be shown, and also a significant portion of what shouldn't be shown.

Jiang Yu looked at herself in the mirror for three seconds.

He said he wouldn't allow it to be exposed.

"When did you hear what he said before?"

Lin Xingran shoved the dress into her arms, "Try it on."

Jiang Yu hesitated for half a second before going into the fitting room.

The moment the zipper was zipped up, the person in the mirror made her pause in surprise.

The burgundy color made her skin look incredibly fair and radiant.

The waistline is extremely narrow, and every curve is perfectly defined.

The metal chains on her back hung down along the shape of her shoulder blades, and when she walked, the chains gently bumped together, making a soft tinkling sound.

The lingering charm of her fair skin and jade-like bones had not yet faded.

The money spent on the system wasn't entirely wasted.

She pushed open the curtain and went outside.

Lin Xingran was drinking champagne and scrolling through her phone when she looked up and almost spat out the wine in her mouth.

"Jiang Yu, are you even human?!"

"Shut up."

"No, if you wear this to a banquet, Jiang Ruoruo will forget about ancestry and lineage. Everyone's eyes will be on you."

Jiang Yu turned around and stared at the chain on her back in the mirror.

It's been revealed.

It's completely exposed.

Jiang Yu'an would most likely explode on the spot if he saw this.

"This is the one," she said.

Lin Xingran gave a thumbs up and then pulled out a matching pair of metal stiletto heels and a black handbag from the shelf next to her.

"You've changed your shoes too. Last time you wore those silver ones, you walked like you were on stilts, and you fell and got all bruised and battered."

"Those shoes have already been retired."

Jiang Yu squatted down to try on the shoes.

As soon as I put my foot in, my thigh twitched violently.

She hissed in pain.

Lin Xingran squatted down to look at her: "What's wrong? Cramping?"

"I bumped into something. I bumped into something a couple of days ago."

"Where did you bump it? On your inner thigh?" Lin Xingran's tone suddenly changed.

Jiang Yu looked up.

Lin Xingran pushed up her sunglasses, her eyes staring intently at her above the frames, her pupils gleaming with excited gossip.

"Jiang Yu".

"Um."

"Is something going on between you?"

"What's going on?"

"You've applied way too much concealer on your neck. It's causing powder to form, you know that?"

Lin Xingran reached out to rub her neck.

Jiang Yu dodged backward, quickly creating distance.

"Don't touch it! It's an allergic reaction! It's a seasonal allergy!"

"I've never seen anyone have an allergic reaction that resulted in hickeys."

Jiang Yu conceded defeat first.

"...If you dare utter another word, we're done."

Lin Xingran let out a scream and pounced on her to hug her.

Even the soundproof door of the VIP room couldn't block out this decibel level.

"Who?! When did this happen?! Is he handsome? How tall? What does he do?"

"Loosen up, loosen up, loosen up—you're strangling me—"

Jiang Yu was so tightly held that she could hardly breathe, and she struggled desperately to break free from the large pendant.

"I won't tell. The less you know, the safer you are. What if my brother finds out it's about you—"

"Understood."

Lin Xingran immediately zipped up her lips.

But the excitement in those eyes didn't diminish at all; they scanned Jiang Yu up and down three times.

"Judging from how much pain you're in walking, the other person must have good stamina."

"Lin Xingran!!!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."

Lin Xingran raised her hands in surrender and picked up the purple dress she had her eye on.

"Check, check. Are you going to swipe your black card? If not, I'll pay for it."

After paying the bill, the two of them came out of the VIP room with bags and packages.