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

Jiang Yu was too lazy to pay attention to the mother and daughter.

She took off her high heels and kicked them off casually.

The high heels slid a long way across the polished marble floor.

She walked barefoot up the stairs without looking back.

Jiang Yu'an was left standing there, his gaze fixed on that slender yet stubborn back.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed together a couple of times.

At the end of the second-floor corridor, the room door was slammed shut.

Jiang Yu took off her dirty clothes and went straight into the bathroom.

The warm water rinsed away the fatigue of the night and the pungent smell of engine oil.

Amidst the rising steam, the scenes from last night in the dilapidated rented room kept flashing through my mind.

The man's strong pectoral muscles, rough palms, and burning body temperature.

And then there was that kiss, pressed against the back of her neck, a kiss that was entirely unskilled and relied on brute force.

Wow, it's so delicious!

The system suddenly spoke, and the light sphere darted through the water jets from the showerhead.

[However, host, we only have eighteen days of lifespan left in our account.]

If we don't hurry back to find Brother Huo and apologize, we'll really have to hold a banquet.

Jiang Yu wiped the water droplets from her face, turned off the shower, and pulled a thick white bath towel to wrap herself in.

"What's the rush? Men aren't like that; if they're too eager, they won't buy you. If they're too easy to get, they won't care."

She walked to the dressing table, sat down, and dried her hair with a towel.

"When we went yesterday, it was a surprise attack, catching them completely off guard."

If I were to join in today, it would seem like I'm paying extra.

We need to give him some space, let him know what it means to be deeply worried.

The system looked bewildered: "But he might not even remember your name."

Jiang Yu laughed out loud and winked at her reflection in the mirror:

"I left him enough things to overthink. With his awkward and conservative personality, it would be strange if he didn't go crazy."

So what are your plans next?

The system circled around Jiang Yu's neck.

"As a mechanic, I naturally want to work on the cars."

Jiang Yu opened the drawer and picked out the clothes she would wear tomorrow.

"Staying at home is bad luck. Tomorrow I'll drive that dusty sports car in Jiang Yu'an's garage. I'll get a flat tire halfway there, then I can legitimately call a tow truck. And here I am, isn't that what happened?"

【Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!】The system gave two imaginary thumbs up.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun was scorching.

Huo Li carried a bag of hardware accessories and climbed the cement stairs to the third floor.

At the end of the corridor, the door was ajar.

He strode to the door with his long legs and pushed it open.

The room was unbearably hot and stuffy.

The woman who was lying in bed was gone.

A dent was pressed into the inferior spring mattress.

On the table, the 100,000 yuan was still piled up there, perfectly intact.

The only missing piece was the cardboard box underneath.

Huo Li threw the hardware bag on the ground, making a crisp metallic clanging sound.

Ran?

Last night, she kept saying "I'll take care of you" and "Push me down," acting both arrogant and spoiled.

Did you wake up, dust yourself off, and leave?

Huo Li put one hand on his hip and let out a heavy sigh.

The fragrance of afternoon roses and warm milk lingered in the air, seeping into his nostrils and deliberately provoking his senses.

His gaze shifted and landed on the dressing mirror with a chipped corner.

On the mirror, a bright red, full, and bold lip print is imprinted in the very center.

Next to it was a string of arrogant numbers.

Below that was another line of text, written with great confidence:

"Nice figure, let's try again next time. —Your person, Jiang Yu."

Hold.

Huo Li cursed under his breath.

I hadn't been humiliated in over twenty years, but I was teased by some random young girl who appeared out of nowhere.

What do you take me for?

Midnight host club?

He turned and walked towards the wardrobe, intending to get some dry clothes to change into.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the pillow.

A pair of barely-there, smooth, and shiny black silk underwear lay sprawled across his pillow.

Two exquisitely crafted lace flowers adorn the corners.

Huo Li's movement was abruptly halted in mid-air.

That thing was right next to where he slept last night.

As long as he lies down, this thing can cover his face.

The rough, large hand, accustomed to holding a wrench for years, reached out and pinched the tiny piece of fabric between its index finger and thumb.

Extremely light, extremely soft, and slippery to the touch.

It still carries that irresistibly sweet aroma.

Huo Li's Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

Last night, when I kissed her, that soft, smooth touch surged through my entire body once again.

Blood rushed straight to the top of the head.

He gritted his teeth and casually tossed the irritating rag onto the wooden table.

100,000 yuan, a pair of underwear, and a lip print.

This woman has taken the art of taking advantage of someone and then denying everything to the extreme.

He pulled his old smartphone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and opened the dial pad.

He pressed the number on the mirror.

After hesitating for two seconds, I saved the number to my contacts.

Enter name: Female Guest.

Delete it.

Re-enter: Sick.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the villa was quiet.

Jiang Yu'an didn't come back for dinner, so Jiang Yu was happy to have some peace and quiet.

She was sitting on the bed, wearing a face mask, browsing the items in the system shop.

I have a few hundred points left, not enough to redeem a permanent physique, so I can only look at some odds and ends for now.

[Host, would you like to redeem a 'Flat Ground Wrestling Card'? I can just jump into his arms while we're fixing the car tomorrow, and that'll earn me another day of lifespan!]

The system was egging them on.

"Too deliberate," Jiang Yu refused. "Falling once is delicate, but falling repeatedly means your cerebellum is underdeveloped."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone on the bedside table vibrated twice.

On the lit screen lay a text message from an unknown number.

Only a short, unpunctuated sentence:

Take your money, take your things, but don't force me to throw them out the window.

Jiang Yu removed the face mask, revealing her beautifully curved red lips.

The system leaned over for a look and chuckled:

[Oh my, he's taken the bait! He actually texted me first! I knew this guy was a repressed pervert.]

Jiang Yu slowly massaged her cheeks with her fingertips, picked up her phone, and her slender fingers quickly tapped on the screen.

She didn't utter a single word in her defense, nor did she explain why she ran away; she simply continued her spoiled ways to the end.

send:

Wash my underwear for me first. Hand wash, don't use cheap laundry detergent. I'll come and check it myself tomorrow.

After sending the message, I immediately put my phone on silent and threw it into bed.

The system did a somersault in mid-air:

[Host, you're too brave! Aren't you afraid he'll actually throw you and your car out of the repair shop tomorrow?]

Jiang Yu stretched, her graceful curves fully revealed under the light.

She yawned and lay down nonchalantly.

"So what if he throws me away? He touched me, and I gained a day of my life. No matter how you look at it, I'm the one who gains."

On the other side, in a dilapidated rental house in an urban village.

Huo Li sat on the sofa with the missing leg, looking at the reply that popped up on his phone screen.

The screen's blinding white light illuminated his cold, hard profile.

Hand wash. To be checked tomorrow.

These words, like barbed grass roots, scraped harshly against his most sensitive nerves.

Huo Li gripped the edge of his phone tightly.

My breathing gradually became heavier.

He turned his head to look at the pile of bright red banknotes on the table, and the small, eye-catching piece of black lace next to it.

After a while, he slammed his phone onto the broken coffee table and stood up.

He strode to the table, grabbed the underwear, and turned to walk into the musty-smelling bathroom.

The sound of running water drowned out the noise outside the window as the tap was turned on.

See you tomorrow.

Let's see who gets their hands on first.