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

"Really." Jiang Yu's lying skills were improving day by day.

"There's a temple near the Lin family's house, and it's very popular. People pray there for academic success, marriage, wealth, and even to keep their brother from checking up on them."

The driver's hand on the steering wheel in the front seat trembled slightly.

Jiang Yu'an tossed her phone back into the storage compartment between the two seats.

Which temple?

Jiang Yu almost choked to death on her own saliva.

"...I didn't ask."

"Did Lin Xingran go with you?"

"She had someone help her ask for it."

"I'd like a safety rope with the character '砺' (lì) engraved on it?"

The carriage fell silent.

Jiang Yu lowered her head.

The small metal piece flipped over at some point.

The small character "砺" was pointing directly in Jiang Yu'an's direction.

well.

The evidence is that he himself turned himself in.

Jiang Yu's mind started racing.

砺。

Strengthen one's will.

Hardship and refinement.

A spiritual totem for contemporary college students.

She raised her head, her face neither flushed nor her heart skipped a beat.

"Brother, this character is the '砺' in '磨砺' (mó lì, meaning to hone or refine)

Xingran said I've been having a tough time lately and need to keep striving and persevere through hardships.

"You know what, the meaning is actually quite good."

Jiang Yu'an looked at her.

He didn't get angry.

But that kind of scrutiny that emanates from within is more chilling than anger.

Jiang Yu felt a chill run down her spine from being stared at, so she decided to take the initiative and become the host.

Why did you come so early today?

"Didn't you say Old Chen would take me?"

Jiang Yu'an did not answer.

His gaze fell on the middle of the seats.

Jiang Yu's phone screen lit up.

A WeChat message is prominently displayed on the lock screen.

Huo Li: [Did you go back?]

Jiang Yu almost jumped out of her seat.

She reached out to grab it.

Jiang Yu'an held the phone up high.

Jiang Yu lunged forward, her forehead nearly hitting his shoulder.

"Brother! Give me your phone!"

Who is Huo Li?

Jiang Yu's heart pounded like a drum.

The system's tiny light orb screamed in his mind.

[Danger! Danger! Target's information exposed!]

Jiang Yu gritted her teeth: "Shut up!"

Jiang Yu'an looked at her.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Yu: "I said... don't ask."

She regretted saying it as soon as it left her mouth.

She quickly added, "No, I mean, they were people from the repair shop."

"He helped fix my car when it broke down last time."

"After-sales service, purely after-sales service."

Jiang Yu'an swiped her finger, preparing to open WeChat.

Jiang Yu rushed over and covered the screen.

"Dude! Spying on other people's privacy is illegal!"

Jiang Yu'an grabbed her wrist with his other hand.

The force wasn't strong, but it rendered her unable to move.

He didn't click on it.

I only look at the message on the lock screen.

"A mechanic specifically messaged you to ask if you've gone home yet."

Jiang Yu forced a smile and said, "The service industry is highly competitive, and customer care is crucial."

"He is indeed dedicated to his work."

Jiang Yu'an turned her head, and the two were now very close.

"So dedicated that they bought you flat shoes, ointment, and even a red string as a gift?"

Jiang Yu: "..."

How can this person's logical loop be so tight?

She chose to play dead.

Playing dead is also a tactic.

The Maybach circled around Wutong Lane and came to a smooth stop in front of the Lin family's house.

Lin Xingran was already standing at the door, holding the golden retriever on a leash.

The golden retriever had half a slipper in its mouth, going to great lengths to cover up the lie.

Lin Xingran winked at her through the car window.

Jiang Yu was deeply moved.

My dear sister, you must sit at the head table when you get married.

The car was still running.

Jiang Yu watched Lin Xingran's figure retreat, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Brother, I haven't brought my dress yet."

"Go get it."

The car was parked in front of the Lin family's house.

The driver got out of the car and said a few words to Lin Xingran.

Not long after, the Lin family's servants brought out the Dior briefcase.

Lin Xingran made a "keep going" gesture towards the car.

Jiang Yu replied with "My life is over."

Jiang Yuquan saw it all.

"You two have quite a few secret codes."

Jiang Yu sat up straight.

"You wouldn't understand the unspoken understanding between girls."

Put the suitcase in the trunk.

The car restarted.

Jiang Yu looked down and picked at the edge of the paper bag.

Huo Li's message is still up.

She cannot go back.

And you absolutely cannot reply in front of Jiang Yu'an.

A small system orb floated out and perched on her knees, its tiny, dark blue body curled up into a ball.

[Host, it is recommended to appease the target whose life has been extended. If the target remains unresponsive for an extended period, their emotional state will decrease.]

Jiang Yu cursed in her mind: "If I go back now, his emotional value won't decrease, but my life value will decrease first."

【Too. 】

The little ball of light sighed.

[Host, this route you're on is quite difficult. The brother's route is under excessive surveillance.]

Jiang Yu: "Shut up. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll format you."

This system does not have a formatting button.

"Then I'll draw one for you."

The little ball of light fell silent.

The car drove onto the main road.

Jiang Yu'an suddenly spoke.

"Jiang Yu".

She looked up.

"Um?"

"Stay away from that mechanic."

Jiang Yu creased the paper bag in her hand.

Why?

"You and he are not compatible."

That's a very familiar phrase.

Jiang's mother said it when she was scolding her, Jiang Ruoruo said it when she was being sarcastic, and those so-called socialites and heiresses in the circle also said it.

In this circle, people are divided into different classes, and every breath is determined by social status and seniority.

Jiang Yu looked out the car window at the receding plane trees.

"Brother, what kind of person am I now?"

Jiang Yu'an did not answer.

"A fake heiress? An adopted daughter of the Jiang family? Or just a prop used to maintain appearances at banquets?"

She turned around and smiled.

"Since I'm no longer a proper member of the Jiang family, then it's no longer up to the Jiang family's rules to decide who I choose to associate with."

The carriage was deathly silent.

The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly in the front seat, even his breathing was shallow.

Jiang Yu'an took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

When he spoke again, he spoke very slowly.

"I've never treated you like an ornament."

Jiang Yu's heart clenched suddenly.

She didn't reply.

Jiang Yu'an put her glasses back on.

"But Huo Li is not simple."

Jiang Yu was taken aback.

"You investigated him?"

"I will investigate anyone who gets close to you."

"This is an invasion of privacy."

"You can sue me."

"..."

Jiang Yu was furious and turned to look out the window.

Sue him?

What's the difference between this and hitting a rock with an egg?

As the Maybach drove through the black, ornate iron gates of the Jiang family manor, the setting sun had already dyed the sky blood red.

Jiang Yu, clutching the paper bag, had just stepped out of the car and was about to slip into the villa.

Leave the things behind.

She hugged him tighter.

"no."

"You can take the ointment, you can take the shoes." He looked at her wrist, "and take off that rope."

Jiang Yu subconsciously put her hands behind her back.

"This is mine."

Jiang Yu'an took a step closer.

"Jiang Yu".

She raised her chin.

"Don't pick them."

The two stood under the porch.

A breeze swept through the courtyard, causing the brim of her hat to flutter.

Jiang Yu'an stared at her, remaining motionless for a long time.

Finally, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Old Chen."

"Check Huo Li's whereabouts between 2 PM and 3 PM today."

Jiang Yu's hands and feet were cold.

Jiang Yu'an hung up the phone and walked straight into the lobby, bypassing her.

In the living room, Jiang Ruoruo was leaning against her mother, flipping through a catalog of banquet photos.

Hearing the noise, she looked up and her gaze fell on the red string on Jiang Yu's wrist.

"Sister, what are you wearing on your wrist? It looks so unfashionable!"

Jiang Yu was about to retort.

The phone vibrated in my palm.

She lowered her head.

Huo Li's new message popped up.

Don't be afraid.

The second one follows immediately.

Jiang Yu'an can't find me.