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

The alarm clock rang precisely at seven o'clock the next morning.

Jiang Yu crawled out of bed, still feeling groggy.

Although we didn't go all the way last night, this man really wore me out; my back and legs were definitely sore and weak.

After washing up and changing clothes, I went downstairs and found Huo Li already sitting at the dining table watching his tablet.

The man was wearing a very formal black three-piece suit today, his hair was neatly styled, and he was holding a cup of black coffee.

Hearing the noise on the stairs, he looked up.

Jiang Yu wore a fitted white Chanel-style suit today, with the hemline just above her knees.

To ward off the cold December winds of Beijing.

She wore a pair of "bare leg" tights that claimed to be able to withstand temperatures as low as -10 degrees Celsius, and black over-the-knee boots on her feet.

Between the long boots and the hem of the skirt, a section of her fair thigh was exposed.

Huo Li's gaze lingered on those dazzlingly white thighs for two seconds, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Go change into a pair of long pants."

"don't want!"

Jiang Yu picked up the milk and took a big gulp, then retorted confidently.

"I'm wearing extra-thick leggings, they're lined with fleece, so I'm not cold at all!"

She even stretched out her leg and waved it in front of him.

"Today is the opening day, I want to look my best."

Huo Li put down his coffee cup, completely unmoved by her act.

Men simply don't understand what "bare leg artifacts" are; the fabric is too clingy and looks extremely unsightly.

"Change it."

Jiang Yu simply stood up, walked a few steps to his side, sat on his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Honey~ I'm really not cold, feel it."

She grabbed his wrist and pressed it directly onto her leg.

The thick, fleece-lined socks were indeed warm to the touch, but the firm, bouncy feel also came through my palm.

This woman is deliberately testing him.

"It's fine if we don't exchange it."

Huo Li grabbed her waist with his other hand, lifted her off his lap, and pressed her back onto the chair next to him.

He turned around, went to the entryway, grabbed a long black cashmere coat that reached her ankles, and came back to drape it over her head.

Wrapped up tightly.

"If I take off my coat at the venue, I'll freeze outside and then I'll have to go through all that trouble."

As soon as the cold wind blew outside the villa in Xishan, Jiang Yu immediately hunched her shoulders and squeezed into the Maybach.

The car smoothly drove into the A University campus.

The atmosphere of the centennial celebration was strong, and the tree-lined avenues were full of cars.

A large crowd had already gathered at the bottom of the steps in front of the art museum, and Li Beichen was waiting there early on.

Seeing the Maybach stop, he quickly ran over and opened the car door.

"Brother, sister-in-law! Good morning!"

Li Beichen was also dressed up nicely today, wearing a navy blue suit.

Jiang Yu got out of the car, wearing a long coat.

Lin Xingran ran up from behind and grabbed her arm.

"You're finally here! Hurry up and go inside, Li Qian's been gesturing and pointing for ages!"

Jiang Yu turned around and glanced at Huo Li.

"I'll go in first and keep an eye on things."

"Go."

Huo Li reached out and helped her straighten the scarf that had been blown away by the wind.

"Don't be nervous, I'll be sitting down here watching."

Jiang Yu exhaled a puff of white breath and followed Lin Xingran into the art museum.

The lights in the exhibition hall have all been adjusted, and the gear rose device in the center of the main visual is operating smoothly as set.

The alternating warm and cool light casts its glow on the metal and embroidery, making it impossible to look away.

Associate Professor Chen, along with several other college leaders, stood in the front row and nodded repeatedly.

Li Qian was holding a materials list and communicating with the workers.

When she saw Jiang Yu take off her coat and walk in, her expression stiffened for a moment.

Although she was in charge of overall coordination today, everyone knew that the core flow and visual design of the entire exhibition were Jiang Yu's work.

At best, she's just a logistics manager.

Jiang Yu walked over and immediately got to work.

"Dim the lights at the photo spots a bit, so they don't overshadow the main visual element. And is the water supply ready for the media area?"

Li Qian put the order away, her tone a little stiff.

"Everything is ready and placed on the information desk as you requested."

Although her mentor had hinted that she could try to gain the upper hand, she had truly been impressed by Jiang Yu's professional abilities these past few days.

But with Jiang Yu's flawless data model right in front of her, no one could find fault with it, so there was no denying her utter failure.

Although there was a hint of resentment in his tone, he didn't dare to cause any trouble and could only work obediently.

The joint exhibition officially opened at 9:00 AM.

Visitors moved in perfect accordance with the flow of people designed by Jiang Yu, and the circular area divisions proved effective.

Even when the number of people entering reached its peak, the passage remained smooth, and many students and media gathered at each photo spot to take pictures.

The whole process was incredibly smooth.

The large screen lit up, connecting Wang Yuanzhi, who was in Paris, across borders.

Looking at the live feed, Wang Yuanzhi smiled with admiration.

"You've grasped the logic of the movement very well, and the presentation of the sense of conflict is also very accurate. Jiang, you really have talent."

Coming from a top curator in the industry, the significance of this statement is self-evident.

In a corner of the exhibition hall.

Li Qian silently put away the walkie-talkie. Even the industry's top curators had given their approval; any further efforts by her would only make her a laughing stock.

She lowered her head and walked backstage.

Jiang Yu stood in the center of the exhibition area, listening to the comments coming from the big screen, and couldn't help but smile.

A mechanical voice echoed in my mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing your debut as a curator and achieving a crucial face-slapping achievement!]

As noon approached, the first wave of people gradually dispersed.

Jiang Yu hid behind the exhibition panel, in a blind spot, and bent down to rub her sore ankle.

I stood in my boots all morning, and my legs are almost numb.

A warm, large hand suddenly reached out and firmly gripped her ankle.

Jiang Yu was startled.

Huo Li squatted down on one knee.

His well-defined fingers pinched her calf, pressing down with just the right amount of force.

"Tired of standing?"

He tilted his head slightly to look at her, his eyes full of smiles.

Jiang Yu suddenly pulled her foot back and glanced outside.

"Are you crazy? Someone could come here at any moment!"

"Bei Chen is watching outside."

Huo Li pulled her legs back over and placed them on his knees.

Press your thumb on the acupoint on the sole of her foot.

Jiang Yu, having exhausted herself by being pressed down, leaned comfortably against the wall.

"You did very well today, even Wang Yuanzhi praised you."

Huo Li spoke as he rubbed the area.

Jiang Yu let out a comfortable hum.

"That's right. I can not only look at paintings, but I can also grasp the flow of movement. However, the light and shadow reconstruction model you lent me is really useful."

"Is it just that the model is easy to use?"

Huo Li stood up and trapped the person directly between the display board and his chest.

"After using my model, shouldn't you pay some patent fees?"

"Isn't this giving your Huo Family Art Museum a free win?"

Jiang Yu reached out and pressed her hand against the man's hard pectoral muscles.

Huo Li lowered his head, and their noses touched.

"I don't need fame, I need you."

He turned his head and kissed him.

All protests were silenced.

Separated by a wall, one could faintly hear the sounds of staff moving around and talking.

Jiang Yu dared not make a sound and could only grip the front of his suit jacket tightly.

My legs felt weak.

"Buzzing~"

The phone in my handbag vibrated, spoiling the mood.

Huo Li stopped what he was doing, and the rough texture of his fingertips brushed against the corner of her rosy lips, wiping away the smudged lipstick.

Jiang Yu, panting, took out her phone. It was a message from Jiang Chengfeng.

【Daughter, the art exhibition was a great success; Daddy saw it all in Shanghai.】

Your mother and I will come to Beijing to see you after we finish our work these next few days.