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

Jiang Yu'an stood at the door.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and he was holding a folder in his hand.

He didn't come in; he just stood by the door watching her.

"How can someone who's asleep still reply?"

Jiang Yu hugged the blanket tightly, and said matter-of-factly, "Sleep talking."

Jiang Yu'an didn't expose her.

He walked in and closed the door behind him.

Jiang Yu's shoulders straightened.

Jiang Yu'an saw it all.

Since last night, every time she faces him, it feels like a cat is holding her tail.

I want to run away, but I don't dare.

Jiang Yu'an felt a tightness in her chest.

He did consider restraining himself.

After leaving her room last night, he stood at the end of the corridor for a long time.

The lights in the downstairs living room are off, only the wall lamp is on.

With twenty years of habit weighing on him, he knew all too well how to be an older brother.

Ask her if she has taken her medicine.

Remind her to cover herself with the blanket.

He shielded her from the blame from Jiang's mother.

He has been doing these things for many years.

But now, he himself feels it's absurd to use the identity of "brother" again.

He placed the folder on the table, his voice lower than it had been in the restaurant.

"School starts on Monday in three days. Have you packed everything?"

Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment.

She thought he was going to interrogate Huo Li again.

"Not yet." She realized what was happening and mumbled, "There's nothing to prepare. The first day of school is just registration, getting the class schedule, and listening to the counselor's nonsense."

I've withdrawn my accommodation application.

"You've already said that."

"But I applied for a nap bed with you. I'll take you there on the first day of school."

Jiang Yu looked up: "Aren't you very busy?"

"I have time in the morning."

"Old Chen can deliver it."

"I'll deliver it."

Jiang Yu pursed her lips.

She was annoyed by his meddling and also afraid of his inappropriate remark last night.

But whenever he mentions the start of school or preparing things, a lot of old memories come to mind.

When elementary school started, he covered her books with covers, making them even neater and prettier than those in bookstores.

During junior high school military training, she complained that the shoes were ugly and refused to wear them, crying as she did.

He said it was pretentious, but the next day he still had a pair of soft-soled sneakers delivered, with ridiculously thick insoles.

When she entered university, she had four suitcases packed with luggage, and Jiang Yu'an personally escorted her to her dormitory.

The sun was scorching hot that day.

He was wearing a shirt and helped her carry her boxes up to the third floor. When he turned around, he coldly lectured her, "You're going to school, not moving."

Those are not fake.

Jiang Yu couldn't simply cut off the past twenty years.

There's no way to contradict him when he's just asking about the start of school.

As long as it doesn't affect her survival, she doesn't want to make things too ugly.

Jiang Yu lowered her head and fiddled with the corner of the blanket: "Okay. You can take me there, but don't drive an expensive car."

Jiang Yu'an glanced at her.

This small concession, though insignificant, eased the tightness in his chest that had been pressing on it for so long.

"How about a Bentley?"

"Isn't a Bentley an exaggeration?"

"That black Audi."

"Okay." Jiang Yu thought for a moment, "Also, I don't want to bring too many people."

"A bodyguard."

"Bodyguards should not follow you into the school either."

Jiang Yu'an did not immediately agree.

Jiang Yu looked up at him: "The school is full of surveillance cameras, how could I possibly be kidnapped?"

Jiang Yu'an really wanted to say, "You won't be kidnapped, you'll run away on your own."

They ran to the south of the city.

She ran to that man.

His gaze moved across the room and landed on her pillow.

It was covered by a blanket, and its shape was flat.

But he knew that the phone was most likely hidden underneath.

She seemed so flustered just now; she was probably chatting with Huo Li again.

Jiang Yu'an suppressed her irritation.

If you push her too hard, she'll only back down further.

Last night was enough.

"The bodyguards don't enter the teaching building; they wait outside the school gate."

Jiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief: "Deal."

"What do we need these days? Have Wang Ma make a list."

"We don't lack anything."

"Take your medicine on time."

"have eaten."

"Don't get the wound wet."

"Could you two please change your lines?"

Jiang Yu couldn't help but mutter, "The doctor says it once, Aunt Wang says it once, and you say it once. And then—"

She stammered.

Jiang Yu'an's eyes darkened: "Add who else?"

Jiang Yu forced herself to change her tune: "Plus the system reminder."

The room was silent for two seconds.

Jiang Yu'an looked at her: "System?"

"My self-discipline system."

Jiang Yu, without blushing or panting, said, "They remind me to drink water, take my medicine, and go to bed early every day. Modern young people can't live without technology."

The little ball of light was pounding on her head.

[Host, you're using me as a scapegoat, fine, but you even call me a self-discipline system? How am I self-disciplined? I'm telling you to stick on the stickers every day.]

Jiang Yu threatened in her mind: "Say it again and I'll format you."

Jiang Yu'an did not pursue this outrageous claim.

Jiang Yu has loved to talk nonsense since she was a child.

When she was five years old, she secretly ate ice cream. When she was caught, she said that her teddy bear had forced her to eat it.

When I was fifteen, he caught me secretly reading comics and then claimed it was for research on adolescent mental health.

Now that I'm older, my ability to spout nonsense hasn't improved much.

But he actually felt a bit nostalgic.

At least for now, she's still willing to joke around with him.

Jiang Yu'an walked to the bedside.

As Jiang Yu watched him approach, she managed not to back away.

She can't keep hiding forever.

If he hides too obviously, Jiang Yu'an will only go even crazier.

Seeing her trying so hard to stay upright, Jiang Yu'an stopped and didn't approach her any further.

"Jiang Yu".

"Um?"

"I have no intention of taking back what I said last night."

Jiang Yu's scalp began to tighten again.

She knew it.

This person can't stay quiet for long.

Jiang Yu'an looked at her.

The light fell on her face, revealing a faint bluish tint under her eyes and pale lips.

She's clearly very delicate.

But I won't force you to give me an answer now.

Jiang Yu hugged the blanket and didn't say anything.

"You can hide, or you can pretend you don't understand." He paused, "just don't lie to me."

Jiang Yu whispered, "Then don't keep investigating me."

Jiang Yu'an did not respond.

"I'm not a child anymore."

Jiang Yu retorted stubbornly, "The more you investigate, the more I want to run away. If you're really worried that I'll be scammed, you can talk to me properly, instead of acting like you're going to dig up someone's ancestral graves."

Jiang Yu'an let her vent.

Because he actually checked.

Not only ancestral graves, but also the graves of three generations back have been searched.

However, the line in the south of the city was deliberately misled.

In the end, the investigation revealed a bunch of mediocre and fabricated information.

Huo Li is too deliberately clean-cut.

The cleaner it is, the worse it is.

Jiang Yu'an disliked this feeling of being out of control.

But when he looked at Jiang Yu's face, he swallowed those words back.

She's protecting that man very closely now.

If he said even the slightest bad word about Huo Li, she would immediately fly into a rage.

"Okay," Jiang Yu'an said.

Jiang Yu didn't react immediately: "What's good?"

"From now on, if I ask you something, don't lie. Tell me what you can say, and if you can't, just say you don't want to."

Jiang Yu looked at him suspiciously: "Are you that easy to talk to?"

Jiang Yu'an countered, "Was I difficult to talk to before?"

Jiang Yu replied without hesitation, "Don't you have any self-awareness?"

As soon as she said it, she immediately shut up.

It's over.

The mouth moves faster than the brain.

Jiang Yu'an, however, was not angry.

He stood by the bed and chuckled softly.

It wasn't the kind of polite smile you give in public; it was short and light.

Jiang Yu felt even more uncomfortable as he laughed.

"It's settled then," he said. "Stay home and recover from your injury these few days. I'll take you to school on the first day; don't wander off."

Again, don't wander off.

Jiang Yu can't stand hearing those three words right now.

Under her pillow, Huo Ligang had just said the exact same thing.

Jiang Yu pulled the blanket up a little higher, trying hard to suppress the smile on her lips.

"understood."

Jiang Yu'an looked at her, her face partially obscured by the blanket, her expression unreadable.

The more obedient she was, the more he felt something was going to happen.