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

The door to the ward closed, leaving only two men inside.

Huo Li pulled over a chair and sat down, crossing his long legs, his gaze fixed directly on Jiang Yu'an's face on the hospital bed.

He couldn't understand Jiang Yu'an as she was now.

A few months ago, in the Wanda underground parking garage, and in that private room at the Banshan Tea House.

Jiang Yu'an's eyes were full of possessiveness and obsession when he looked at Jiang Yu, an emotion that absolutely did not allow anyone else to touch her.

But now, in the eyes behind those gold-rimmed glasses, Huo Li couldn't find anything that crossed the line.

Clean and tidy.

It's all about an older brother's love and care for his younger sister, even revealing a sense of helplessness in having to completely entrust her to him.

"What do you want to say after you've sent her away?" Huo Li asked bluntly.

Jiang Yu'an casually tossed the custom-made fountain pen in his hand onto the movable table, the pen making a crisp sound as it hit the table.

He folded his hands over his oversized hospital gown and stared directly at the man opposite him.

"Huo Li, did you think Jiang Yu was a little princess who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth in the Jiang family before her true identity was revealed?"

Huo Li frowned.

Jiang Yu'an didn't wait for his reply and continued speaking on her own.

"Jiang Jianming is a man who only cares about interests and face. What he wants is a perfect socialite who can be used for marriage alliances to exchange for resources."

The standards were extremely high. If she played a single wrong note on the piano, the etiquette teacher would point out the slightest flaw; if her chopsticks clinked against the rim of her bowl at the dinner table, she would be punished by standing in the corner and being forbidden to eat.

Jiang Yu'an's tone grew lower and lower, and the rise and fall of his chest became more pronounced.

"As for my mother, she devotes all her attention to socializing in the wives' circle, haute couture gowns, and beauty salons. She finds the children noisy and is not close to this girl at all."

Huo Li's jawline tightened slightly.

He recalled that Jiang Yu appeared spoiled on the surface, but was actually as wary as a hedgehog.

"When she was eight years old, she had a high fever of nearly 40 degrees Celsius in the winter. She didn't dare to knock on the door of the master bedroom to call her parents, afraid of disturbing their rest and being scolded. She could only hide under the covers and cry."

Jiang Yu'an raised her eyes and looked at Huo Li.

"just me."

The man on the hospital bed emphasized his words.

"Huo Li, in this world, from childhood to adulthood, she is the only one I am closest to."

"She's afraid of the dark, so I sleep with her. When she gets into trouble, I take the blame for her. Her current spoiled, temperamental, and delicate nature, which she can't stand the slightest hardship, is all thanks to my indulgence."

Jiang Yu'an spoke in a steady voice, each word spoken slowly.

"She is my precious child, whom I, Jiang Yu'an, have raised with all my heart and soul over the past twenty years."

The ward was quiet, with the dehumidifier in the corner humming softly.

There was no pretense, and no obsession.

Huo Li's gaze was fixed firmly on Jiang Yu'an's face.

"Huo Li, I'm handing her over to you now."

Jiang Yu'an's tone became extremely stern.

"If you want to marry her, you must do better than me. If you let her suffer even the slightest grievance or shed a single tear, I will risk the entire Jiang family to bring her back. I mean what I say."

Huo Li's hands, which were resting on his knees, gradually tightened.

Regardless of what mysterious force changed Jiang Yu'an's obsession.

He accepted the entrustment.

Huo Li stood up, supporting himself on his knees with both hands. His tall figure cast a shadow under the overhead light in the ward.

He looked down at the man on the hospital bed.

"You don't need to use words to pressure me."

Huo Li turned his head to the side, a smile curving his lips.

"I will pamper my woman with my life, and I will climb a ladder to pluck the stars from the sky if she wants them. I will hold up the sky with my shoulders if it falls."

The man faced Jiang Yu'an directly.

"Don't worry about your illness. You'll never have the slightest chance to bring her back in your life."

Jiang Yu'an's tense shoulders finally slumped.

He leaned back against the soft pillow and curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

"That's good."

The doorknob suddenly clicked.

The door was kicked open from the outside, creating a small gap.

Jiang Yu carried two exquisitely packaged cardboard boxes in both hands, pushed open the door with her back, and walked in backwards.

As she turned around, she saw two men in the room looking at her.

"What are you two doing?"

Jiang Yu lifted the cardboard box a little higher and scanned the two people's faces with suspicion.

"Did they fight? Or did they have a fight?"

The sharp edge that Huo Li exuded vanished instantly.

He took two long strides over and casually took the two cardboard boxes from her hands.

"We're done talking."

Huo Li lied without batting an eye.

"Your brother complained that the company had too many documents to process, so I took pity on him and agreed to lend him the Huo family's special assistant team for two days."

Jiang Yu'an's temples throbbed as she lay in her hospital bed.

Who cares about having a special assistant team?

Jiang Yu believed it to be true.

She walked to the bedside table and opened the Fu Kee Zhai osmanthus cake that she had specifically requested.

"At least you still have some conscience."

Jiang Yu gestured with her chin at Huo Li, then turned to Jiang Yu'an and gave him some instructions.

"Brother, then you should get some rest and not worry about the company. Huo Li and I will come to see you again in a couple of days."

Jiang Yu'an looked at Huo Li's hand and naturally put his arm around Jiang Yu's waist, half-hugging and half-carrying her out.

He felt no displeasure, only relief.

"Go ahead, drive carefully."

Jiang Yu'an waved his hand and picked up the pen on the table again.

Half an hour later, in the underground parking garage.

The black Maybach started, its deep engine sound echoing in the empty garage.

The heating in the carriage was on full blast, completely shutting out the biting December winds of Beijing.

Jiang Yu was completely enveloped in the spacious leather passenger seat, the seatbelt buckling around her slender waist.

She was holding another small box of osmanthus cake from Fu Ji Zhai and eating it with great relish.

Huo Li casually controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and the car slowly came to a stop at a red light.

He turned his head to the side, and the little girl's cheeks puffed out into a round arc as she chewed.

Her bright red lips were speckled with white pastry powder.

The lights from outside the car shone on her fair and delicate face, revealing a charmingly unguarded side.

Just thinking about how this pampered little thing grew up under the thumb of a cold-blooded monster like Jiang Jianming...

When she had a fever, she could only hide under the covers and cry; when she felt wronged, she could only turn to Jiang Yu'an.

A sharp, tingling pain welled up in his heart.

Huo Litong reached out his right hand, his large palm grabbing her slender nape.

The rough texture of his fingertips was pressed and rubbed heavily on that delicate skin twice.

Jiang Yu flinched as she was pinched, and almost dropped the osmanthus cake in her hand.

"What are you doing!" She turned her head and glared at him.

"Jiang Yu".

"Um?"

"You'll only be able to enjoy life with me for the rest of your life." The man's voice was extremely low, carrying a strong sense of dominance.

Why is this man suddenly acting crazy in the middle of the night, spouting sweet nothings all the time?