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

A woman in a burgundy velvet dress slowly descended the stairs.

The light shines on the velvet surface without reflecting light, but the deep, rich color itself is an attack.

Her long, loose hair fell over her shoulders, covering half of her bare back.

But the parts that weren't covered were blindingly white.

Clavicle, scapula, midline of the spine.

With each step, the crisscrossing straps moved slightly.

The burgundy gemstone on the earring changed color under the light, from dark red to a translucent, almost blood-red hue.

The conversations in the hall had noticeably subsided.

Several ladies holding champagne glasses stopped what they were doing.

The short-legged youngest son of the Zhao family raised his cup halfway, then forgot to drink.

Lin Xingran stood at the entrance of the banquet hall, arms crossed, trying hard to suppress the corners of her mouth, but she couldn't.

At the main table, Jiang Ruoruo turned her head when she heard the noise.

Her first reaction upon seeing Jiang Yu was to freeze in shock.

My second reaction was to look at the champagne gold dress I was wearing.

Gold is bright and eye-catching, but it tends to appear white under this light, making people look less composed.

Jiang Yu's burgundy dress stood out from the rest of the room.

Jiang Ruoruo's smile lasted for about two seconds before her fingers gripped the edge of the tablecloth.

She turned her head, picked up her water glass, and took a sip.

My hand trembled slightly when the rim of the cup touched my lower lip.

Jiang's mother also saw it.

He frowned slightly, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Jiang Yu climbed the last step.

Her flat shoes made no sound on the marble floor, but all eyes followed her.

She walked through the hall and into the banquet hall.

As I passed by Lin Xingran, she leaned closer and whispered:

"Jiang Ruoruo's expression right now is worth a hundred million."

Jiang Yu didn't reply, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

She walked toward the head table.

Jiang Yu'an sat there, the lighter in her hand stopped.

He watched as Jiang Yu walked over.

My gaze started from her face, moved down, past her collarbone...

Next, continue.

The depth of that V-neck.

Then turn to the side.

The skirt's side cut is extremely fitted, and the waistline is perfectly defined.

Jiang Yu pulled out a chair next to him.

The moment she turned around and sat down, her back was completely exposed to Jiang Yu'an's view.

From the cervical spine to the lower back.

There was nothing there.

There were only two pitifully thin straps and large patches of skin that looked unreal.

Jiang Yu'an's jawline is taut and straight.

He didn't say anything.

The lighter in his hand was put into his pocket.

Jiang Yu sat down, picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip of water, and acted as if she were there for afternoon tea.

"Brother, I'm here."

Jiang Yu'an turned her head to look at her.

The look in his eyes behind the glasses was complex, possibly containing several layers of meaning.

The first layer is "the black I made you wear".

The second layer is "Where did this dress come from?"

The third floor… His gaze shifted from her bare shoulder blades, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"This isn't the one you showed me."

The voice was kept very low, only two people could hear it.

Jiang Yu put down the water glass.

"That one isn't right for me, you said so yourself."

Jiang Yu'an placed his hand on the table and tapped the tablecloth with his middle finger.

Just once.

"Go back and change it."

"The guests have all arrived." Jiang Yu turned to look at him.

"Dude, you want me to run upstairs to change clothes in front of everyone? That would be truly embarrassing."

Jiang Yu'an did not respond.

She has a point.

Changing it now is more embarrassing than not changing it at all.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, and unbuttoned one button on his suit jacket.

"After the banquet, give me this dress."

"what?"

"Burn it."

Jiang Yu almost spat out the water.

How childish.

Across from the main table, Jiang Ruoruo's fingers were still gripping the tablecloth.

Her mother leaned over and whispered something to her. Jiang Ruoruo nodded, and a smile returned to her face.

But the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Jiang Yu caught a glimpse of her expression out of the corner of her eye and then looked away.

The little ball of light spun around in her mind, its tone smug and irritating.

[The desired effect of drawing everyone's attention has been achieved. Jiang Ruoruo's emotional state has plummeted.]

[Rating: Perfect entrance.]

Jiang Yu's lips curled up slightly.

My phone vibrated silently inside my handbag.

She didn't take it out, but she knew who it belonged to.

Huo Li should have arrived by now.

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The banquet proceeded as Jiang Yu had anticipated.

Mr. Jiang went on stage first to give a speech, saying some polite words about "family reunion" and "blood ties".

The guests below applauded in response, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

Jiang Yu sat to Jiang Yu'an's right, her handbag resting on her knees, her phone inside constantly vibrating.

She didn't move.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I can't.

Jiang Yu'an's right hand rested on the back of the chair, less than five centimeters from her back.

She leaned forward slightly, and his fingers moved forward accordingly.

Not a coincidence.

Jiang Yu tried three times.

She took a sip of water from the glass on the table, tilting her body an inch to the right.

Jiang Yu'an's hand landed on the armrest of her chair.

She reached for the napkin, her waist turning slightly.

Jiang Yu'an handed her the napkin directly and pulled the chair two centimeters closer to himself.

The third time, she stood up to reach for the dessert plate in the distance—

"sit down."

Jiang Yu'an didn't even turn his head, and only said two words.

Jiang Yu sat back down.

The little ball of light popped into her mind, its voice filled with despair.

[Host, this is an escort mission.]

Jiang Yu gritted her teeth and silently replied in her mind, "I have eyes."

He's even controlling the angle at which you drink water. This level of defensive intensity would be a foul in a basketball game.

"Shut up and let me think about it."

On stage, Mr. Jiang's speech came to an end.

The host announced, "Next, please welcome Miss Jiang Ruoruo from the Jiang family to the stage to share her life journey with everyone."

applause.

Jiang Ruoruo stood up and straightened the champagne gold hem of her skirt.

Jiang's mother patted her hand, her eyes full of encouragement.

She walked onto the stage.

The lights shone on her, making her gold dress sparkle.

She clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen, her smile was polite, and her voice was gentle.

"Dear uncles and aunts, dear brothers and sisters, I feel especially grateful to be standing here today..."

The entire audience fell silent, all eyes turning to the stage.

Jiang Yu quietly took a step outward with her right foot.

"...For so many years, I've been thinking about what home really is..."

Jiang Yu'an didn't move her hand.

Jiang Yu tentatively pushed the chair back half an inch.

"...until I actually returned to this home and saw my mom, dad, and brother—"

Jiang Yu'an's gaze remained fixed on the stage.

just now.

Jiang Yu's buttocks had just lifted two millimeters off the chair.

A hand reached out and pressed lightly on the back of her hand.

Jiang Yu'an didn't turn his head at all.

Her eyes were fixed on Jiang Ruoruo on the stage, her lips moved slightly, and only she could hear her voice:

"If you ever lift your butt off the chair, I'll have Old Chen weld the side door shut."

Jiang Yu's bottom landed back down.

It's very stable.

The little ball of light let out a mournful cry.

[Operation failed. Repeat, operation failed. The side gate plan is dead.]

Jiang Yu remained expressionless.

I was cursing in my mind.

Jiang Ruoruo's speech was very satisfactory.

The video was three minutes long, and at the end, the artist's eyes welled up with tears, and he choked up for two seconds.

Thunderous applause erupted from below, and Jiang's mother stood up to wipe away her tears.

Jiang Yu went through all the plans in her mind.

There is security at the side entrance. The main entrance has a large flow of people, so it's even less likely.

Moreover, the dress she was wearing was so eye-catching that she would attract attention wherever she went.