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

Jiang Yu smiled and picked up her phone to take a look.

Huo Li still didn't reply.

She stared at the chat box and tapped her fingers on the screen.

"He really isn't replying to me."

Huo Li is the type of person who doesn't like to explain things when he's doing something.

"What do you need me for?"

[Based on the plot's pattern, we'll find out by noon.]

Jiang Yu put her phone into her bag.

"So mysterious."

When she came downstairs, the Jiang family's house was already bustling with activity, resembling a large-scale wedding celebration.

Several gold-plated gift boxes have appeared in the living room, fresh fruit is laid out on the coffee table, and even the cups have been replaced with those with gold trim.

Jiang's mother is checking the menu with the housekeeper.

"Let me confirm the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup again. Mrs. Huo doesn't eat scallions or ginger. Also, the truffle lobster will be served after all the guests are seated."

The sound of high heels echoed on the stairs.

Jiang's mother looked up at her.

His gaze swept from her dress to her earrings, finding nothing wrong with them, before reluctantly looking away.

"Speak less today."

Jiang Yu nodded obediently: "Okay."

Mother Jiang added, "And don't give me that look."

"it is good."

"And don't speak in a sarcastic or hurtful way."

Jiang Yu blinked: "Mom, you're asking for too much."

Jiang's mother's face stiffened, and she was about to lash out.

"Mom, it's a good thing that my sister is willing to come down."

A soft, delicate voice came from above the stairs.

Jiang Ruoruo, holding onto the carved railing, walked down the steps with graceful, lotus-like steps.

The light pink haute couture gown accentuated her slender waist, while the diamond necklace around her neck reflected a dazzling light.

Even the curve of her eyelashes is meticulously calculated.

She walked over to Jiang's mother and affectionately took her arm.

"After all, we're all family. Since the Huo family is here, we should at least greet them."

Jiang Yu clicked her tongue inwardly.

That's a well-said statement.

Jiang's mother patted Jiang Ruoruo's hand.

"You're the star of the show today."

Jiang Ruoruo smiled and looked down, but her eyes kept drifting towards Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu listened to this explanation without even bothering to offer a proper expression.

She walked to a secluded single sofa, sat down, and took the warm water offered by the maid.

The main character is the main character.

Anyway, she's here today to wait for a good show.

10:40.

Mr. Jiang rushed back from the company.

As soon as he entered the door, he asked Jiang Ruoruo how the preparations were going, and then asked Jiang's mother where the Huo family's car was.

No one asked Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu was happy to have some free time and lowered her head to send a message to Lin Xingran.

[The set is set up, and the female lead is in position.]

Lin Xingran replied instantly: 【What's the villainous female supporting character doing?】

Jiang Yu: [I'm drinking water right now.]

Lin Xingran: [Be careful, feign fainting if necessary.]

Jiang Yu found it amusing.

Just as he was smiling, a message from Huo Li popped up at the top of his phone.

Has the person arrived yet?

Jiang Yu sat up straight.

【not yet.】

Huo Li: [Wait.]

Jiang Yu stared at the two words, her curiosity piqued even more.

Just as she was about to ask, the low rumble of a car engine came from outside the courtyard.

The butler strode into the living room.

"Sir, Madam, the Huo family has arrived."

The atmosphere in the living room shifted.

Jiang's mother quickly tidied her appearance, Jiang's father loosened his tie, and Jiang Ruoruo lowered her head to play with the stray hairs at her temples, putting on a perfect, shy smile.

Jiang Yu held the water glass without even lifting her eyelids.

Soon, several people were welcomed in.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group was pot-bellied, and his laughter revealed the shrewdness and cunning of a businessman.

The wealthy woman beside him was adorned with jewels and carried a limited-edition crocodile skin handbag.

The young man at the back was dressed in a well-tailored suit and had a reasonably decent appearance.

But that affected air of theirs could be smelled from three meters away.

This must be Huo Ming'an.

He stepped into the living room with one hand in his pocket, his gaze casually sweeping over Jiang Ruoruo.

Then, his gaze swept across the crowd and landed squarely on Jiang Yu, who was sitting in the shadows.

Even in a simple, conservative long dress, her beautifully shaped face still exuded an undeniable aloofness.

Huo Ming'an's gaze lingered for two seconds, a sticky scrutiny appearing in his eyes.

Jiang Ruoruo tightened her grip on her mother's hand instantly, her nails almost digging into her palm.

Jiang Yu picked up her cup and lowered her head to drink the water.

Don't look at me.

Our birth charts don't match.

The greetings had barely begun when Madam Huo the Second was already praising Jiang Ruoruo while holding her hand.

"I liked Ruoruo at first sight; she's so well-behaved and sensible. Ming'an is truly blessed."

Jiang's mother couldn't stop smiling.

Father Jiang also politely said, "Our two families know each other well, and the children should get closer to each other."

Huo Ming'an echoed the polite words from the side, but his eyes kept glancing intentionally or unintentionally towards the corner.

One or two times can be said to be unintentional.

Too much of it gets annoying.

Go see your fiancée.

Annoyed by his gaze, Jiang Yu simply moved to the other side of the sofa.

The little ball of light was complaining in its head.

[Host, Huo Ming'an's overall score is very low.]

"How low?"

[It is recommended to recycle and remanufacture it.]

Jiang Yu almost burst out laughing and quickly covered her face with the cup.

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The living room was bustling with activity.

Father Jiang and Second Master Huo sat on the main sofa.

One praised the Huo family's deep roots, while the other praised the Jiang family's good momentum in recent years.

Jiang Yu was tired of hearing those slick words in business.

"President Jiang has a keen eye for talent these past few years; he acquired that piece of land in the west of the city brilliantly."

"Not at all, Mr. Huo is the one who's truly reliable. Who in Beijing doesn't respect the Huo family's reputation?"

"Hahaha."

Jiang Yu held a glass of water and quietly nestled in the corner.

After listening for two minutes, only one thought remained in her mind: The value of mutual flattery among adults depends entirely on the thickness of their skin. Second Master Huo, the eldest son of the first wife, only began to take power three years after his car accident.

A tiny ball of light popped into my head.

[Host, a high level of deception has been detected in the current situation.]

Jiang Yu thought to herself, "You can even detect hypocrisy now?"

No. Mainly because I feel like turning it off.

"What a coincidence, I wanted to too."

Jiang Ruoruo sat next to her mother, her back straight.

Today, from her hair to the tips of her shoes, she seemed to be saying, "I am expensive, and I am a perfect match for the Huo family."

Jiang's mother held her hand and patted it from time to time.

Madam Huo the Second was even better at acting, praising Jiang Ruoruo in a variety of ways while holding her hand.

"Ruo Ruo has such a good temperament; you can tell she was carefully raised at home."

It's rare to find young girls these days who aren't frivolous or flamboyant.

Jiang Yu lowered her head and drank water.

Not impetuous?

That's because you haven't seen her blocking other people's doors in the middle of the night.

Not flashy?

The diamond necklace she wore almost outshone the living room light bulb.

Huo Ming'an sat next to him.

His suit trousers were perfectly pressed without wrinkles, his watch was half-exposed, and his posture was very refined.

Unfortunately, they don't pay much attention to their eyes.

Jiang Ruoruo noticed it as well, of course.

Her smile remained composed, but her fingernails crumpled the tissue in her hand into a small ball.

As Madam Huo got into the conversation, she turned to look at Father Jiang.

"Both children are of suitable age, so let's get them engaged first, there's no rush for a wedding. As for feelings, we can cultivate them slowly."

Father Jiang nodded repeatedly.

"That's what we mean too. Ruoruo has only been back at the Jiang family for a short time, and there are still many things she needs to learn."

Ming'an is mature and steady; it's Ruoruo's good fortune that he can mentor her.

Jiang Yu almost choked on the water.

Mature and steady?