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

Chapter 30 The keyboard sounds stopped

Jiang Yu held the briefcase containing the dress in her arms, pondering how to hide the dress when she got back.

You should at least hide it until the day of the banquet before taking it out to wear.

If Jiang Yu'an had seen it beforehand, I would have had to return it the day after I bought it.

When they arrived at the entrance on the first floor, Old Chen's car was already waiting by the roadside.

Lin Xingran helped her put the things into the trunk, bending down through the car window.

"Can you handle the banquet on Saturday all by yourself?"

This question isn't about the skirt.

Jiang Yu fastened his seatbelt and turned his head to look at her.

"Even if you can't bear it, you have to bear it."

Lin Xingran didn't say anything more.

He patted the car door, pushed his sunglasses up, and strode back to his pink Cayenne.

The car drove out of the shopping district.

Jiang Yu leaned back in the back seat, holding her suitcase on her lap.

The phone screen lit up briefly.

Huo Lifa's.

It's still that concise, economical style.

[Does it stop hurting?]

Jiang Yu stared at the screen and let out a soft hum.

Is this person asking at the exact time?

She typed back: "I'm not dead. I bought a dress, I'll wear it to show you next Saturday."

Lock the screen after sending.

This time, he replied very quickly.

Don't wear too little clothing.

Jiang Yu rolled her eyes at the screen.

One or two, who cares what she wears.

They insist on showing it off.

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Old Chen parked his car in the villa driveway.

Jiang Yu got off the bus carrying a suitcase.

As soon as I stepped onto the porch steps, a burst of laughter drifted from the living room.

It is ginger.

Mrs. Jiang hadn't smiled so happily in a long time.

Pushing open the door, a large pile of fabric samples was laid out in the center of the living room.

Pink, white, and pale yellow.

It covered half of the coffee table.

Jiang Ruoruo knelt on the carpet.

Jiang's mother sat on the main sofa, holding a piece of champagne-colored satin fabric in her hand.

I looked at it over and over again.

Wang Ma stood beside him, holding a fruit platter and smiling obsequiously.

"Mom, I think this color suits my skin best." Jiang Ruoruo held up a piece of light gold fabric in front of her mother.

"Look, doesn't it resemble the color of the cheongsam you wore when you were young?"

The wrinkles around Jiang Mu's eyes smoothed out with a smile.

"You little rascal, your words are as sweet as honey."

The scene is heartwarming.

Jiang Yu looked away.

Holding the suitcase, I bent down to change my shoes.

Move gently.

Useless.

Jiang Ruoruo had already glanced over out of the corner of her eye.

"My sister's back?"

Jiang Ruoruo stood up from the carpet.

His gaze was fixed on the Dior briefcase in Jiang Yu's arms.

"You went to Hang Lung Plaza? Is this a new spring/summer model?"

Jiang Yu changed her shoes.

Carrying the suitcase, I walked up the stairs.

"Um."

"Did your brother buy this for you?"

Jiang Yu did not respond.

Jiang Mu put down the cloth she was holding.

My gaze swept over the suitcase.

The smile on his face vanished.

"Jiang Yu".

Jiang Yu's foot stopped on the first step of the stairs.

"mom."

"Come and sit down."

There is no room for negotiation.

Jiang Yu carried the box back to the living room and sat down in the furthest single chair.

The suitcase was placed at my feet.

Jiang's mother picked up her teacup and took a sip.

"Did your brother tell you about the banquet next week?"

"I said so."

"Ruoruo was going to give a speech that day, representing the Jiang family. I found the best dress maker in Jiangcheng to make her a dress."

Jiang's mother turned to look at Jiang Ruoruo, her tone soft and cloying.

"The material was air-freighted from Italy, and the labor cost alone was close to 200,000 yuan. Ruoruo is sensible and worried about spending too much money, so she argued with me for a long time."

Jiang Ruoruo lowered her head.

"Mom, I really didn't mean it that way..."

"Don't push me away. You're the Jiang family's own daughter, what's a little money to you?"

My own daughter. She pronounces words very heavily.

Jiang's mother turned to look at Jiang Yu. Her tone softened.

"Was that dress purchased with your brother's credit card?"

"Um."

"How much?"

"I didn't see it."

Jiang's mother's lips drooped slightly.

"Jiang Yu, I'm going to say something you might not like to hear."

"Ruoruo will be the main character at that event next week."

"Your brother asked you to attend; he's doing you a favor."

"You need to be mindful of your appearance. Keep your clothes and appearance under control, don't steal Ruoruo's thunder."

"After all, your status is special. Everyone outside is watching."

"If we dress too conspicuously, people will gossip behind our backs, saying that our family can't even tell the difference between real and fake."

Jiang Ruoruo's shoulders trembled, and her head drooped even lower.

"Mom, please don't talk about my sister. She's lived at home for twenty years and has more experience than me. She definitely knows how to behave."

Jiang Yu looked down at her fingernails.

The nails were neatly trimmed. There were no random colors applied.

She understood.

Mrs. Jiang was warning her to recognize her place. Outsiders should stay in the corner and play a supporting role.

"Okay, Mom."

Jiang Yu stood up and picked up the briefcase at her feet.

"I'm going up."

She turned and went upstairs.

After taking only a few steps, Jiang's mother started discussing the fabric color with Jiang Ruoruo again.

Laughter rang out again.

A sliver of light shone through the crack in the door to the study on the second floor. The sound of the keyboard stopped.

Jiang Yu didn't stop. She went straight up to the third floor.

Enter. Lock the door.

The suitcase was thrown onto the carpet.

She fell backward onto the bed, staring at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

I didn't feel particularly wronged.

In the past six months, the debts of gratitude that should have been repaid have long been settled in the cold indifference and calculations with clear price tags.

She took out her phone and sent a voice message to Lin Xingran.

"I walked in carrying the dress I had just bought. Mrs. Jiang lectured me, telling me not to steal the spotlight from her precious daughter at the banquet next week."

His tone was calm, as if he were talking about someone else's business.

Lin Xingran's voice was deafening.

"Is she crazy?! You've been living in her house for twenty years, eating and sleeping there? Those twenty years weren't a mistake she made herself? It's none of your business! And now she's trying to control you?"

Jiang Yu turned over and moved her phone further away.

"Alright. Don't be angry," Jiang Yu replied. "Help me think of somewhere to hide this dress. I'm afraid Jiang Ruoruo will cut it up if I leave it at home."

"Bring my family to Tibet tomorrow! I'll deliver it to you before the banquet on Saturday!"

Lin Xingran was still breathing heavily.

"Yu Yu, on Saturday you're going to outshine everyone! You have to be the most dazzling! No backing down!"

Jiang Yu smiled.

"it is good."

I hung up the phone.

Jiang Yu sat up in bed.

I opened the suitcase. The burgundy velvet fabric gleamed in the warm light.

Next Saturday.

The room was full of shrewd people.

Jiang Ruoruo's ceremony to recognize her ancestors.

Even if Jiang Yu sits in a corner, she will still be a target for criticism.