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

1:30 PM, in the conference room on the third floor of the art museum.

The winter winds in Beijing are dry and cold outside, but the indoor heating is quite strong.

After entering the room, Jiang Yu took off her light brown coat, revealing a beige turtleneck cashmere sweater underneath, which made her face appear smaller.

Lin Xingran muttered to herself at the door, "You look great today. Professional, gentle, and not someone to be bullied."

Jiang Yu hugged the tablet to her chest: "The key point is that it's not easy to bully."

There were already seven or eight people sitting in the meeting room.

Associate Professor Chen sat in the main seat, next to the deputy group leader, Teacher Liu.

Li Qian sat to the right of Teacher Liu, with a bound plan in front of her, the cover of which was beautifully made.

Seeing Jiang Yu enter, Li Qian raised her chin and smiled politely.

"Jiang Yu, you've arrived."

Jiang Yu nodded and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Associate Professor Chen began, "Today we'll mainly be setting the framework for the joint exhibition of young artists. Li Qian will speak first."

Li Qian stood up and turned on the projector.

The first page of the PPT has four large characters: Time Narrative.

She spoke fluently, from traditional art to modern installations, and then to youth expression; her logic sounded quite complete.

After listening quietly, Jiang Yu tapped the edge of the tablet twice with her finger.

After Li Qian finished speaking, Teacher Liu nodded first.

"Li Qian has participated in two small exhibitions in the academy before, so she has a solid foundation. I think the framework for this exhibition can be based on her ideas."

Associate Professor Chen did not immediately express his opinion, but only looked at Jiang Yu.

"Jiang Yu, what are your thoughts?"

Jiang Yu turned on the tablet, the sound was not loud.

"I'd like to ask Li a question first."

Li Qian paused for a moment, then said, "Go ahead."

"The main passageway in your plan is 1.2 meters wide, right?"

Li Qian nodded: "Yes, to increase the density of the works."

Jiang Yu looked up: "The exhibition hall is 320 square meters. What's the estimated visitor count on the day of the school anniversary?"

Li Qian's lips moved, but she didn't answer.

"If we calculate based on 0.8 people per square meter, the main passageway will become congested. Once someone stops to take a picture, the back will be blocked, and the fire evacuation time will also be exceeded."

The meeting room fell silent.

Teacher Liu frowned: "Jiang Yu, you've just joined the group, don't be so quick to criticize others."

Jiang Yu looked at him, her tone very calm.

"Teacher Liu, I'm not denying it, I'm helping her fill in the gaps."

Li Qian looked a little embarrassed.

"Jiang Yu, curating is not just about data; you also need to consider aesthetics and themes."

"Aesthetics and theme are certainly important."

Jiang Yu connected the tablet to the projector.

"But first and foremost, an exhibition must be accessible, engaging, clearly visible, and safe for visitors to leave."

Projection switching.

A 3D motion map appears on the screen.

The entrance, central roundabout, two loop exhibition areas, media shooting points, and emergency evacuation routes are all clearly marked.

Associate Professor Chen sat up straighter.

"Did you make this?"

Jiang Yu nodded.

"We referenced publicly available cases from the Huo Museum over the past five years and also ran Professor Wang Yuanzhi's light and shadow reconstruction model."

Teacher Liu's expression changed slightly.

"Wang Yuanzhi?"

Jiang Yu opened the email.

"Professor Wang Yuanzhi replied this morning, agreeing to my use of some data models and offering suggestions online."

The email content is projected onto the screen.

The proposed solution is clear and can be cited. It is recommended to add real-time pedestrian flow monitoring points.

Signed: Wang Yuanzhi.

The meeting room fell silent, save for the soft hum of the projector cooling its air.

Li Qian stared at the email, her fingers gripping the pen tightly.

Jiang Yu didn't look at her and continued talking.

"The entrance is a central roundabout. The first exhibition area displays intangible cultural heritage embroidery with warm lighting and low illumination, while the second exhibition area displays metal installations with cool lighting and high illumination. The contrast between the two materials and the sense of temperature naturally attracts visitors to move forward."

She switched to the next page.

"The route is circular, avoiding backtracking. Two checkpoints are set up at the corners to allow for map creation without blocking the main passage. Three fire exits are reserved, and the emergency lights are located here."

Associate Professor Chen looked at the screen, his brows slowly relaxing.

"This approach is more complete than the previous one."

Teacher Liu wanted to add, "Professor Chen, Li Qian is more experienced after all..."

Associate Professor Chen interrupted him.

"The anniversary exhibition isn't about experience, it's about results."

He looked at Jiang Yu.

"Jiang Yu, you are in charge of the core circulation route and the design of the exhibition area conflicts."

Then he looked at Li Qian.

"Li Qian, you are in charge of artist authorization, materials list, and data coordination. Submit these to Jiang Yu by Friday."

Li Qian's face paled, and she said in a low voice, "Professor Chen, I..."

Associate Professor Chen's tone was not heavy, but it carried a lot of weight.

"Li Qian, your plan isn't bad, it's just not detailed enough."

Li Qian pursed her lips and could only nod in the end.

"it is good."

Jiang Yu put away the tablet, her expression unchanged.

After the meeting ended, people gradually dispersed.

Li Qian paused while packing her things and walked over to Jiang Yu's side.

"Jiang Yu, I didn't expect you to be so meticulous in your preparations."

Jiang Yu put the tablet in her bag and looked up at her.

You didn't expect that.

Li Qian forced a smile.

"I hope we can cooperate in the future."

Jiang Yu nodded: "Don't miss any information, the artist's authorization letter is the most troublesome."

Li Qian hummed in agreement, then turned and left.

Lin Xingran rushed in from the door and grabbed Jiang Yu's arm.

"Awesome! That was awesome! I was about to applaud you from outside!"

Jiang Yu was dragged outside by her.

"Keep your voice down."

"What are you afraid of!" Lin Xingran raised an eyebrow. "You're in charge of the core traffic flow now!"

Downstairs, a black Maybach was already parked there.

Huo Li leaned against the car door, wearing a dark gray overcoat.

When he saw Jiang Yu come out, he looked up and his gaze lingered on her face for two seconds.

Lin Xingran immediately released her grip and took a step back.

"I'm leaving, you guys keep enjoying yourselves."

Jiang Yu glared at her, opened the car door, and got in.

Huo Li got into the car.

The car is well heated.

He turned to look at her: "Smoothly?"

Jiang Yu hugged the tablet to her chest, her eyebrows curving upwards involuntarily.

"Very smoothly."

Huo Li looked at her: "How smoothly did it go?"

Jiang Yu tilted her head: "It went so smoothly that some people turned green with envy."

Huo Li chuckled softly.

"Who?"

Jiang Yu deliberately dragged out her words: "I won't tell you."

Huo Li didn't press further, but simply reached out and pulled her scarf down, revealing her chin.

He reached out and ruffled her hair.

"I'll pick you up every afternoon from now on."

Jiang Yu snapped out of her reverie: "No need, aren't you busy at work?"

Huo Li: "Busy."

Jiang Yu: "Then why are you still~"

Huo Li interrupted her: "Picking you up is the highest priority."

Jiang Yu gripped the seatbelt tightly, her ears feeling slightly hot.

It was already dark when we returned to the villa in Xishan.

Jiang Yu changed into slippers as she entered the room, and just as she was about to hang up her coat, she yawned.

Huo Li stood behind her, his brows furrowed.

"So tired?"

Jiang Yu rubbed her eyes: "I used up all my brain cells this afternoon."

Huo Li took the coat directly from her hands, hung it aside, bent down and picked her up horizontally.

Jiang Yu instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Huo Li!"

"Don't shout." Huo Li walked upstairs. "Save your energy for sleeping."

Jiang Yu buried her face in his shoulder, still trying to sound tough.

"I'm really not sleepy."

Huo Li glanced down at her.

"My eyes are almost closed."

Jiang Yu: "..."

She was indeed tired.

The hot water in the bathroom is already running.

Huo Li didn't bother her; he simply let her in and gave her clean pajamas.

Jiang Yu soaked for ten minutes. When she came out, her hair was wet and she looked limp and listless.

Huo Li sat on the edge of the bed, holding a hairdryer in his hand.

"come over."

Jiang Yu obediently walked over and sat down with her back to him.

A warm breeze blew through her hair as Huo Li's fingers ran through it with delicate movements.

Jiang Yu's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

The hair dryer stopped working.

Huo Li tucked her into the blanket and kissed her forehead.

I won't bother you today.

Jiang Yu, still half-asleep, grabbed the hem of his clothes.

You had better keep your word.

Huo Li chuckled softly, "Mm."

The little ball of light whispered the message in my mind.

[Target's restraint value is 99%, pure love relationship, lifespan +1 day.]

Jiang Yu snorted inwardly: This man is quite normal sometimes.

Little Light Sphere: [Host, if he hears you say that, he'll reset his self-control to zero tonight.]

"roll."