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

After saying that, Jiang Yu took the unfinished milk and went upstairs.

Before her mother-in-law could even utter a scolding, she had already turned the corner of the stairs.

We can't afford to mess with them.

But she runs fast.

Back in her room, Jiang Yu put the bowl on the small round table and first reached for her phone.

The screen was still showing the message Huo Li had sent.

There will be a good show at noon.

Jiang Yu hovered her fingertips over the keyboard and quickly typed out a few words.

Did you do something?

There was no reply from them.

Jiang Yu spoke again.

[Master Huo, confess and you will be treated leniently.]

Still no typing.

The chat window was eerily quiet.

A little ball of light popped out from beside the pillow, its tone smug and arrogant.

[Host, I think he's probably preparing a major attack.]

Jiang Yu sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, resting her chin on her hand.

"What kind of amazing tricks could a mechanic like him come up with? To puncture the tires of the Huo family's second branch's car with a row of nails?"

It's not entirely useless.

Jiang Yu rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to it.

I got up and went to the dressing room to pick out clothes.

I can't dress too nicely today.

Jiang Ruoruo was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

If she wore the same dress as last time, Jiang Ruoruo would probably just fly to heaven on the spot.

And if Jiang Yu'an were to come back and see this, I simply can't imagine what it would be like.

Where did that burgundy velvet dress from last time go?

You also shouldn't dress too casually.

Jiang's mother had a mouth that could go on and on about the Jiang family's reputation, from whether her clothes were wrinkled or not.

My fingertips traced rows of the latest haute couture pieces, finally settling on an unassuming off-white knee-length skirt.

Round neck, sleeves reaching the elbows, skirt hem below the knee.

It is quite satisfactory.

Without making mistakes or standing out, it perfectly embodies the basic qualities of a transparent person.

Jiang Yu looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, "Won't this bother everyone if I go downstairs in this?"

The little ball of light circled around her once.

[Safe. Conservative. Low aggression.]

"Can't you just tell me I'm pretty?"

Beautiful, but today we don't recommend being too strikingly beautiful.

That makes sense.

Jiang Yu slowly changed out of her pajamas.

My left arm was still wrapped in gauze, and when I raised my hand, a slight, pulling pain would rise up.

As she changed, she cursed Huo Li for kissing her too roughly last night, saying she had to be careful even when applying lipstick today.

I had just pulled my skirt up when my phone rang.

The screen flashed Lin Xingran's name.

Jiang Yu pressed the speakerphone button and tossed the phone onto the dressing table.

"Hey, Xingran, my darling."

A series of static noises came from the other end, like someone rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

"Jiang Xiaoyu! School starts the day after tomorrow. When are you planning to go back to school? My mom has already started stuffing a duvet cover into my clothes."

Jiang Yu held a powder puff in front of the mirror, carefully covering the red mark on the corner of her lips.

"I can only go on the first day of school, and I guess I'll have to meet you at the school gate."

"No way?" Lin Xingran stopped what she was doing. "Didn't you say you were going to move into the dorms early? Shall we go eat at that super spicy hot pot place?"

Jiang Yu sighed softly.

"The plan fell through. Jiang Yu'an withdrew my accommodation application."

There was a half-second silence on the other end of the phone, then Lin Xingran cursed.

"Is he out of his mind? Don't universities allow on-campus housing? Does he think you're a three-year-old in kindergarten?"

"Pretty much." Jiang Yu twisted the lipstick out, then put it back. "He also said he would personally take me home on the first day of school."

"Deliver it personally?" Lin Xingran raised her voice. "Big brother, are you that free? Is your Jiang Group going bankrupt?"

Jiang Yu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"With your mouth, you could give a bunch of old men high blood pressure by scolding them at the board meeting."

"I'm serious," Lin Xingran said in a lowered voice.

"Yu Yu, has your brother been too controlling lately? He's been controlling before, but never this much."

Jiang Yu paused, her hand holding the powder puff still.

The person in the mirror had their lip color partially obscured and their face was pale.

She avoided the topic.

"Let's not talk about him. The house is even more lively today."

"What's wrong?"

"The second branch of the Huo family came to the Jiang family at noon to discuss the engagement."

There was a "thud" from Lin Xingran's side, as if she had knocked something over.

"Who's engaged? You? Jiang Yu'an sold you out?!"

"Thank you." Jiang Yu opened the jewelry box and picked out a pair of the simplest pearl earrings.

"It's Jiang Ruoruo and Huo Ming'an."

"Oh, that Huo Ming'an."

Lin Xingran's tone clearly showed her disdain, "I've heard of him, a well-known pretty face in the industry. Incompetent, loves to play around, and likes to act like a rich young master."

Jiang Yu stopped what she was doing, her interest piqued.

"Do you know him?"

"I don't know him. I heard it from my cousin. My cousin had hung out with his group twice before, and she said that Huo Ming'an always had fifteen photos of his profile taken before driving his sports car, as if he was afraid people wouldn't know he was rich."

Jiang Yu remained silent for two seconds.

"That's incredibly hard work."

"A conspicuous bag used to try and show off."

Lin Xingran clicked her tongue. "What does Jiang Ruoruo see in him? Is it just the reputation of the second branch of the Huo family?"

"Or maybe you're drawn to his good photography skills?"

Lin Xingran laughed loudly.

"But Yu Yu, you have to be careful."

In a situation like this, Jiang Ruoruo would definitely want to kick you.

She's currently relying on the real heiress and the marriage to the Huo family for support. If you just stand there, she's likely to have a mental breakdown.

"I know."

Jiang Yu put on the earring.

In the mirror, she looked very well-behaved.

She's so well-behaved that she wants to give herself a little red flower (a symbol of respect for her parents).

"I'm going to keep a low profile today and watch the show quietly."

Lin Xingran: "Are you sure you can keep quiet?"

Jiang Yu: "..."

It can be quite annoying when your friends know you too well.

Lin Xingran continued, "You'd better not confront her directly. If she wants to cry, just let her cry."

She'll perform, and you'll be the audience. When school starts, come to school, and I'll take you out for skewers.

Stay away from the Jiang family, and your brain will live a few more years.

Jiang Yu's heart softened.

"Xingran."

"what?"

"It's so kind of you."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"Don't give me that crap, you're suddenly getting all sentimental, it scares me. So, what do you want me to do this time?"

Jiang Yu laughed and leaned back in her chair.

"It's nothing, I'm just touched."

Lin Xingran snorted: "Then you'd better come to school alive and be moved. Don't let Jiang Ruoruo drive you crazy, and don't let your brother lock you up like a caged bird."

That hits the nail on the head.

Jiang Yu touched her earlobe with her fingertips and whispered, "I will go."

Not just going to school.

She has a long life ahead of her.

Live long enough to sort out all these messy people and things, one by one.

After hanging up the phone, the room became quiet.

The little ball of light squatted beside the dressing table.

[Host, your friend is quite good.]

"Of course."

Jiang Yu put her phone face down and bent down to straighten her skirt.

"She is one of the few people who knows I am not a biological son of the Jiang family, but has not made a joke of me."

The little ball of light rolled around.

Therefore, the host must strive to prolong their life. The friendship storyline, the love storyline, and the career storyline all require staying alive to progress.

Jiang Yu glanced at it.

"You've even started spouting motivational platitudes now?"

[System version has automatically upgraded.]

"The upgrade is pretty tacky."

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