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

Behind the display board.

The light was dim, and even the air felt stuffy and warm.

Jiang Yu gripped her phone tightly; the message from Jiang Chengfeng on the screen was very conspicuous.

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

She lifted her chin from Huo Li's chest and shoved the screen in front of him.

Huo Li lowered his eyelids, glanced at the screen, and then looked away after just one second.

The man grabbed the open collar of her coat with one hand, pulled it towards the middle, and then lifted it up.

His rough fingertips brushed across her neck, completely covering the dark red mark that hadn't yet faded.

"They can come anytime."

His tone was calm, but his actions were domineering, encircling the person completely in his arms without leaving any gap.

What do you want to eat tonight?

"I want to eat grouper." Jiang Yu climbed up the pole.

The two whispered to each other in this blind spot of less than one square meter.

Outside, the place was bustling with noise; students, professors, and media representatives were all there to see the exhibition.

Nobody knew that the most talked-about curator today and the top boss of the Huo family were whispering to each other here.

The school anniversary celebration was completely wrapped up three days later.

Jiang Yu's reputation as an "intern curator" has been thoroughly established.

Not only did the school's professors praise him highly, but several well-known galleries in Beijing also sent him internship invitations through the college.

The first thing Jiang Yu did after having some free time was to drag Huo Li straight to Huo's Private Hospital.

Jiang Yu'an stayed in the hospital for almost two months.

He had three broken ribs, and after the surgery, he had a stress reaction and pulled out his oxygen tube, causing a huge scene. He ended up lying in bed until winter.

The top floor of the hospital's VIP area.

Jiang Yu walked easily to the end of the corridor.

When the bodyguards at the door saw them arrive, they immediately lowered their heads and took two steps back, then pushed open the door to the ward.

The ward was very warm, even a bit stuffy.

Jiang Yu went inside.

Jiang Yu'an leaned against the rocking headboard.

He was wearing a large striped hospital gown, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

Holding a custom-made black fountain pen in his hand, he was bowing his head and signing his name in a flamboyant style at the end of a thick document.

On the small portable table next to it, there were still more than a dozen unprocessed reports piled up.

Jiang Yu walked over in a few steps and snatched the documents from his hand.

With a loud thud, it was slammed onto the bedside table next to it.

"Brother, has the doctor given you permission to work?"

Jiang Yu put her hands on her waist and frowned.

"You're still in the hospital, and you're already using your ward like a CEO's office!"

With his hand empty, Jiang Yu'an stopped what he was doing.

He looked up and sized up the girl who was standing by the bed throwing a tantrum.

I'm not annoyed.

He raised his hand to take off his glasses, casually placed them on the blanket, and rubbed his temples with two fingers.

"You've been sleeping for a long time, and your body has almost recovered. You'll be able to be discharged from the hospital in a while."

His voice was no longer as weak and hoarse as before; it was much stronger now.

"The company's messy accounts have been piling up for two months. If I don't take a look, the top executives of Jiang's Group might all come to the hospital room and hang themselves."

"Who told them to take such high salaries? It's only right that they do things for money." Jiang Yu pouted.

She leaned closer and carefully examined the person on the hospital bed.

Her complexion has indeed improved a lot; her lips are no longer pale and have a touch of color.

The cast on my arm was just removed yesterday.

The tension that had threatened to kill him was finally gone, replaced by a sense of relaxation after recovering from a serious illness.

Jiang Yu'an did not respond to Jiang Yu's words.

His gaze passed over her and landed directly on Huo Li, who followed closely behind.

Two men with extremely strong auras met in mid-air.

There was no smell of gunpowder.

No probing

There was no sense of confrontation or oppression.

I just glanced at it calmly.

Jiang Yu'an was the first to look away and turn his gaze back to Jiang Yu.

"I had someone send me your joint exhibition plan for the school anniversary. The data model runs very well, and the visitor flow is well captured."

His tone carried an undisguised admiration.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu's eyes lit up instantly, and she raised her chin slightly, immediately switching into bragging mode.

"Professor Wang Yuanzhi praised me yesterday!"

"Being an independent curator in the future will be very tough. Running around will be the norm, and you'll have to deal with all sorts of people. You'll inevitably have to endure some grievances."

Jiang Yu'an raised his hand and gently rubbed Jiang Yu's head.

This is clearly an act of an elder indulging the child in the family.

Take care of your health and don't stay up late unnecessarily.

Jiang Yu'an withdrew his hand, turned to look at Huo Li, and his tone became serious, carrying a hint of elder brotherly sternness.

"Huo Li, she'll definitely have a lot of work to do in the future, so don't let her do whatever she wants. Keep an eye on her and take good care of her."

Huo Li stood tall at the foot of the bed, his hands in the pockets of his black suit trousers.

He met Jiang Yu'an's open eyes, slightly tucked his chin, twitched his lips, and raised one eyebrow.

"She's my fiancée, of course I'll take care of her."

This man never picks a day to declare his sovereignty.

Jiang Yu's face flushed, and she jabbed her elbow backward, stabbing it directly into Huo Li's firm waist and abdomen.

Huo Li didn't flinch when he was stabbed; instead, he reached out and pinched her lower back.

In my mind, the little ball of light that had been dormant for several days suddenly started flashing.

The mechanical voice carried an undisguised excitement.

[Ding! Host, Jiang Yu'an's 'Absolute Protection' bond is still in effect. Look at his pure siscon face now. Wasn't it worth the five years of his lifespan?]

Jiang Yu scoffed inwardly, "Five years! How could it not be worth it? This is a VIP-customized, top-notch older brother."

Hospital bed.

Upon hearing the words "fiancée," Jiang Yu'an didn't even flinch, only nodding.

"That's good."

Then he turned his gaze back to Jiang Yu's face.

"Jiang Yu".

"Huh?" Jiang Yu looked up.

Jiang Yu'an raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the ward door.

"Go and buy me a box of osmanthus cake from that Fu Ji Zhai shop in the south of the city."

Jiang Yu looked completely bewildered.

South of the city? This is a private hospital in the north of the city! Crossing half of Beijing just to buy a box of pastries?

"Can't you just send your assistant?"

"I don't want to eat what other people buy."

Jiang Yu'an leaned back against the pillow, her expression unchanged.

"I want to eat the ones you picked out yourself."

This rhetoric, this excuse, is so rubbish that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe it.

The little ball of light chuckled in my mind.

[Host, this tactical diversion is too abrupt. The men are about to clear the area and exchange harsh words; get out of here!]

Jiang Yu curled her lip, too lazy to expose this clumsy acting.

She turned around and picked up the handbag that was lying on the sofa.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you, I'll travel halfway around the world."

As Jiang Yu reached the door, she stopped again.

He turned around abruptly, extended a finger, and pointed it at Jiang Yu'an on the hospital bed.

"If you dare to peek at that pile of documents on the table while I'm gone, I'll shred it all when I get back!"

"I won't look," Jiang Yu'an agreed quite readily.

Jiang Yu withdrew her hand and turned to look at Huo Li, who was standing beside her.

Huo Li nodded slightly.

She then turned the doorknob and walked out of the ward.

The sound of high heels clicking on the polished tiles echoed down the corridor.

One note at a time, gradually fading into the distance, until it could no longer be heard at all.