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

We booked lunch at a private restaurant on the top floor of the mall.

The private room was quiet.

The air conditioning was on full blast, and the mahogany dining table was set with exquisite tableware.

While Jiang Yu'an was ordering food, Lin Xingran sat next to Jiang Yu and secretly sent her a WeChat message.

[Did you get back?]

Jiang Yu looked down.

[Replied.]

Lin Xingran: [Was that a good afternoon?]

Jiang Yu: [It depends.]

Lin Xingran: [It's okay, I'll cover you.]

Jiang Yu felt a warmth in her heart when she saw these words.

She replied: 【My dear sister, may you live a long and peaceful life.】

Lin Xingran: [Come on, you'll have to buy me milk tea later.]

Jiang Yu: [Two cups, add whatever you like.]

Lin Xingran: [Transaction completed.]

"Is your phone that busy?"

A cold, clear voice suddenly rang out from the other side.

Jiang Yu looked up.

Jiang Yu'an had already put down the menu in her hand.

He placed his hands folded on the table, looking relaxed.

"I'm chatting with Xingran."

Jiang Yu'an turned her head to look at Lin Xingran.

Lin Xingran raised her hand.

"Yes, it was me. I asked her if she wanted her milk tea half-sweet or full-sweet."

Jiang Yu'an looked at her for two seconds.

Lin Xingran felt a chill run down her spine, but she held on.

Jiang Yu'an looked away.

"I'll go with you to the auditorium when we go back to school this afternoon."

Jiang Yu paused, her water glass still in her hand.

"Brother, isn't your company busy?"

"I'm not busy today."

"..."

Such a large company, can't you at least show some backbone?

The small ball of light floated out from mid-air and circled around Jiang Yu's head.

[Host, Jiang Yu'an has upgraded the blockade. Breaking through this afternoon will be more difficult.]

Jiang Yu gritted her teeth inwardly: "I heard you."

Jiang Yu'an picked up the serving chopsticks.

I picked up a piece of the tenderest belly meat from the steamed sea bass and placed it on the small plate in front of me.

With focused attention, he used the tip of his chopsticks to pick out the tiny, soft bones from the fish meat one by one.

Then put it into Jiang Yu's bowl.

The movements were natural.

Eat more.

Lin Xingran blinked repeatedly as she watched.

Jiang Yu stared at the fish in the bowl.

Eating it is not an option, nor is not eating it.

Jiang Yu'an looked at her.

"dislike?"

"no."

Jiang Yu quickly picked up a piece of fish and put it in her mouth.

Tasteless and bland.

Halfway through the meal.

Knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door of the private room.

The waiter pushed open the door halfway and stood in the doorway.

"Mr. Jiang, there is a young master Huo outside who wants to come in and say hello to you."

Young Master Huo?

Could it be Huo Ming'an?

The next second, Huo Ming'an had already poked his head in from outside the door.

He put on a smiling face and held a bouquet of white roses in his hand.

"Brother Jiang, what a coincidence."

Jiang Yu almost broke the chopsticks in her hand on the spot.

This jinx, why does it keep haunting me?

Huo Ming'an's gaze fell on Jiang Yu, and his smile deepened.

"Sister Jiang Yu is here too."

Jiang Yu'an put down her chopsticks.

A cold glint appeared in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

Huo Ming'an, seemingly oblivious to the coldness in his voice, handed the flowers to Jiang Yu.

"There was a misunderstanding about what happened this morning, and I would like to apologize to Jiang Yu."

Water droplets still clung to the white petals.

Jiang Yu sat in the chair and leaned back slightly.

He crossed his arms over his chest, showing no intention of taking it.

Lin Xingran rolled her eyes.

"Young Master Huo, you apologize and then receive white roses? Anyone who didn't know better would think you came to a funeral."

"What, who do you want to send off early?"

Huo Ming'an's smile froze instantly.

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably twice.

Jiang Yu bit her lip tightly.

I almost burst out laughing on the spot.

This mouth double is perfect.

Jiang Yu'an didn't laugh.

He stood up, walked around the dining table, and stood directly in front of Jiang Yu.

She doesn't need your apology.

Huo Ming'an tightened his grip on the flower.

The wrapping paper made a harsh, grating sound.

"Brother Jiang, I know you hold a grudge against me because of what happened before. But I'm here today to sincerely express my gratitude. Jiang Yu is mine too..."

"Sincerity?"

Jiang Yu'an interrupted him.

His tone was full of sarcasm.

"Save your sincerity for Jiang Ruoruo. And for that pregnant woman you're keeping on the side."

Huo Ming'an's face darkened.

Just then, Jiang Yu's phone vibrated in her pocket.

She glanced down quickly.

Huo Li: [Is Huo Ming'an with you?]

Jiang Yu gripped the edge of her phone tightly.

How did he know?

Immediately afterwards, a second message popped up.

Huo Li: [Don't accept his things. There's a GPS tracker in the flower.]

Positioner?

She subconsciously glanced at the bouquet of white roses in Huo Ming'an's hand.

The wrapping paper was tightly sealed, and the ribbon was tied beautifully.

Who would have thought there was something hidden inside this thing?

How twisted is this person?

She hadn't planned to accept it, but after learning the inside story, the bouquet seemed particularly unlucky.

A small ball of light appeared in her mind, its voice very low.

[Host, Huo Ming'an's behavior constitutes stalking and harassment. He's trying to track your daily movements.]

Jiang Yu thought to herself: I'm not stupid, how could I not see it?

"So what are you going to do now? You can't tell her there's a locator in the flower, otherwise Jiang Yu'an will ask you how you knew."

Jiang Yu pinched her palm with her fingernail.

Yes. She cannot reveal the source of the information.

But she doesn't need to do it herself.

Because Jiang Yu'an was already standing in front of her.

Huo Ming'an held up the flowers, his smile already fading.

"Brother Jiang, I really just wanted to—"

"Put the flowers down," Jiang Yu'an said in a low voice.

Huo Ming'an didn't react in time.

"What?"

Jiang Yu'an was too lazy to say anything more.

He reached out and snatched the bouquet of white roses directly from Huo Ming'an's hand.

The movements weren't particularly rough, but they were very forceful.

Huo Ming'an's finger was scratched by the flower stem, and his fingertip turned red.

Jiang Yu'an carried the flowers in one hand.

It hasn't been dismantled.

My gaze swept over the bottom of the bouquet.

I pressed down on the thickest part of the wrapping paper with my finger.

Then he raised his head and looked at Huo Ming'an.

Jiang Yu was all too familiar with that look in her eyes.

This is Jiang Yu'an's expression before he was about to overturn the table at the negotiating table.

"Huo Ming'an".

Jiang Yu'an placed the bouquet on the table.

"Your flower-sending habits are quite unique. What's underneath them? Lead weights?"

Huo Ming'an's expression changed drastically.

Jiang Yu's eyelashes trembled.

Did Jiang Yu'an realize something was wrong just by looking at the weight?

But he might not have guessed that it was a locator.

Huo Ming'an forced a smile: "Brother Jiang, you're really joking. That's a floral foam base used in flower shops; it's quite heavy."

Jiang Yu'an stared at him.

He remained silent.

There was a three-second silence in the private room.

Lin Xingran watched the commotion from the sidelines, forgetting to chew the rice in her mouth.

Jiang Yu'an suddenly chuckled.

"Huo Ming'an, I'll only say this once."

He pushed the flowers to the edge of the table.

"Jiang Yu is not someone you can covet, no matter what method you use."

Huo Ming'an's smile finally broke.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he avoided Jiang Yu'an's gaze, fixing it on Jiang Yu's face.

Jiang Yu kept her head down and drank her soup, not even glancing at him.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, he finally managed to squeeze out through gritted teeth, "I'll be going now. Sorry to bother you."

He turned and left the private room.

Jiang Yu'an ignored him. He sat back down and picked up his chopsticks.

"Keep eating."

Jiang Yu nodded obediently.

But she reached under the table, pulled out her phone, and quickly typed a few words.

He's gone. My brother kept the flowers.

After sending the message, she put her phone back in her pocket.

Jiang Yu'an picked up a piece of shrimp and put it into her bowl.

"If Huo Ming'an contacts you again, just ignore him."

"I didn't care anyway," Jiang Yu retorted.

Jiang Yu'an glanced at her. "Are you feeling better now?"

Jiang Yu pursed her lips reflexively. "Soon."

Lin Xingran wished she could bury her face in her rice bowl.

Throughout the meal, Jiang Yu'an didn't glance at the bouquet of flowers once more.

When checking out and leaving.

He hooked the white rose with one hand and shoved it into the arms of a passing waiter.

"Throw it away."

The waiter quickly caught it securely.

Jiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the flowers being taken away.

The locator went into the trash can along with the flower.

Huo Ming'an's plan to locate her was ruined.

But the problem is-

How did Huo Li know there was a locator in the flower?