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

"Is she crazy? I've never even seen her invitation. I'm not replying, I'm too busy." Jiang Yu refused outright.

The breathing on the other end of the phone deepened almost imperceptibly.

"I'm not discussing this with you," Jiang Yu'an said in a very calm voice.

"Half an hour. If you don't walk back to the Jiang family home yourself, I'll come pick you up personally. You know I can access your phone's location."

beep.

The call was immediately disconnected.

Jiang Yu was not given a chance to refute at all.

"You bastard, control freak," Jiang Yu cursed.

That lunatic Jiang Yu'an is really capable of doing such a thing.

If he follows the location to the urban village and traces it back to Huo Li, something terrible will definitely happen.

Huo Li is just a mechanic with no connections, and Jiang Yu'an has a million ways to make him unable to survive here.

This was her lifeline; she couldn't afford any mishaps.

"Hurry up and leave, host," the system urged.

"You're not lucky enough right now; you have no chance of winning against Jiang Yu'an head-on. Besides, you've already got the male lead hooked; keeping him hanging for a few days will be more effective. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, right?"

Jiang Yu thought it made sense. Anyway, she had 18 days left to live, so there was no rush in the next two days.

She got up and changed back into the silk slip dress she had worn the night before, then put on her designer high heels stained with engine oil.

She paused as she reached the door.

I looked back at the standing dressing mirror with a missing corner.

Jiang Yu took out a tube of bright red lipstick from her bag and unscrewed it.

With a flick of the wrist, a very provocative, full lip print was drawn on the mirror.

Then quickly write down a string of phone numbers below.

After thinking for a moment, she casually tossed the silk underwear she had changed out of after showering last night onto Huo Li's pillow.

Get it done.

Push the door open and go out.

In the living room, Lin Wen was washing his face with a basin of water, his eyes dark circles resembling those of a panda.

Upon seeing Jiang Yu emerge, he immediately straightened up, his gaze lingering on her two long, snow-white legs, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Miss Jiang, are you leaving already? Let me see you off; this road is difficult to walk on."

"No need." Jiang Yu didn't even glance at him, and walked downstairs in her high heels.

Lin Wen was left behind, his eyes dark and damp.

Half an hour later, in the villa area on the southern hillside of the city.

Jiang Yu pushed open the heavy, ornate brass door.

The air pressure in the living room was extremely low.

Jiang Ruoruo was wearing a white floral dress, her eyes were red like a rabbit's, and she was sobbing in her mother's arms.

Father Jiang sat in the main seat with a stern face.

Jiang Yu'an was sitting in a single leather sofa facing the main entrance.

He was wearing a dark gray custom-made shirt today, without a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.

He wore his signature gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his long legs were casually crossed, and he was playing with a metal lighter in his hand.

Click, click.

The crisp sound of metal opening and closing echoed in the spacious living room.

The door opened.

All eyes turned to them.

Mother Jiang frowned and immediately launched an attack:

"You still know how to come back? What kind of behavior is it to stay out all night!"

If Ruoruo kindly showed you the invitation, why did you tear it up?

Are you deliberately trying to ruin the peace in this family?

Jiang Ruoruo burst into tears at just the right moment:

"Mom, don't blame my sister. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have brought up the Huo family in front of her, knowing full well that the Huo family was originally meant to be her marriage..."

That's a brilliant move—a strategic retreat to advance.

Jiang Yu stood in the entryway, not even bothering to change her shoes, and burst out laughing in exasperation:

"Is the surveillance camera faulty or disconnected? Just check it and you'll know. Why should I admit to something I didn't do?"

She didn't even bother to waste any more words with the two of them and turned to go upstairs.

"stop."

The sound of the lighter stopped.

Jiang Yu'an stood up, his tall shadow easily enveloping Jiang Yu.

He strode forward, step by step, toward the entrance.

The leather shoes tread silently on the expensive carpet, yet each step feels like stepping on one's nerves.

Jiang Yu was forced to stop in place.

Until the man stopped less than half a meter in front of her.

They were very close.

Jiang Yu was so close that she could see every trace of coldness in his eyes behind his glasses.

Jiang Yu'an lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe with penetrating intensity.

Her long hair was slightly disheveled, her silk skirt was wrinkled, there was dust on her calves, and her high heels were covered in black engine oil.

Finally, his gaze fixed on Jiang Yu's slightly swollen lips.

The masterpiece created by that rough man last night still exudes an indescribable and delicate beauty even after a night.

Jiang Yu'an's jawline tightened instantly.

He leaned down slightly, his nose stopping a few centimeters from Jiang Yu's neck.

An extremely unfamiliar and foul smell assaulted his nostrils.

The smell of cheap cigarettes, the pungent smell of engine oil, and the domineering and rough smell of another man's sweat.

These scents, tightly intertwined with the sophisticated milky aroma that Jiang Yu usually favored, were extremely pungent, signifying absolute possession.

"Jiang Yu." Jiang Yu'an's voice was frighteningly deep, carrying the calm before the storm.

He raised his hand, his long, slender fingers gripping her chin tightly with tremendous force.

Ignoring her struggles, he rubbed his thumb hard against her full, slightly swollen lower lip.

"Where have you been hanging out?"

He asked, enunciating each word clearly, his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses cold and sharp, cutting to the skin, "Whose scent have you picked up?"

My chin was pinched so hard it hurt.

Jiang Yu did not retreat a single step.

She lifted her eyelids, staring directly into Jiang Yu'an's gloomy eyes.

"Big brother, are you a dog?" she shouted, slapping Jiang Yu'an's wrist away without any politeness.

Last night, Xingran and I went to an underground livehouse to watch a show.

It was so crowded that a drunk guy threw up all over me.

There was no other way but to take Xingran's boyfriend's motorcycle jacket and wear it back.

She rubbed her chin, which had been pinched red, and spoke with a sharp tone:

"That tattered leather jacket reeked of engine oil and smoke, it was suffocating me."

"If I'd known my older brother was home guarding the gate, I would have preferred to come back naked."

Jiang Yu'an's hand missed its target, and the smooth feeling of her skin still lingered on her fingertips.

He lowered his eyes, scrutinizing the sharp-tongued wildcat before him.

If he dared not go home yesterday, I'll dare to slap his hand today.

When did this girl start daring to brandish her claws?

"Lin Xingran?" Jiang Yu'an pondered the name, the doubt in his eyes still lingering.

"Is her new boyfriend a car mechanic?"

"Who knows? All rock musicians are like that."

Jiang Yu lied without batting an eye, raising her hand to tidy her messy long hair.

"If you're really curious, brother, I can arrange a meeting for the two of you another day?"

In his mind, the sphere-like system rolled around excitedly:

"Wow, host, this older brother is not bad looking either!"

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he's the kind of guy who's all suave villains!

Should we test whether he can gain more lives using this system?

Jiang Yu rolled her eyes in her mind:

"Stop talking nonsense, this control freak could kill me."

Jiang's mother sat on the sofa, covering her mouth and nose in disgust:

"Stop talking nonsense! You stink, get upstairs and wash yourself clean!"

Ruoruo was so angry with you that she didn't eat a single bite of food, and you still have the nerve to talk back!

Jiang Ruoruo patted her shoulders twice in cooperation.