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

2:30 p.m.

The car was driven back to University A.

When Jiang Yu got out of the car, she was still worried about how to get rid of Jiang Yu'an.

Before she could come up with an excuse, Jiang Yu'an's phone rang.

He didn't go far; he stood by the car door answering the call.

Half a minute later, he frowned.

Jiang Yu's ears immediately perked up.

Lin Xingran also perked up.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yu'an turned to look at Jiang Yu.

"There's an urgent matter at the company, I need to go."

Jiang Yu almost couldn't help but clap and cheer.

She desperately suppressed the upturned corners of her lips, feigning an obedient demeanor: "Oh, then you go ahead and get on with your business, brother."

Jiang Yu'an glanced at her.

Don't get too excited yet.

Jiang Yu: "..."

Can this person read minds?

Jiang Yu'an handed her the folder of documents: "I'll come back to pick you up before the party ends."

Jiang Yu nodded honestly, "Okay."

Jiang Yu'an didn't move.

He lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Don't run around."

Jiang Yu blinked: "Where could I run to at school?"

Jiang Yu'an just stared at her.

That kind of gaze is back again.

It was neither a reprimand nor a sign of doubt.

It was more like he had already seen her hidden fox tail, but hadn't reached out to grab it yet.

Jiang Yu felt her scalp tighten under his gaze.

Fortunately, the phone rang again.

Jiang Yu'an answered the call, turned around, and got into the car.

The car door slammed shut, the black Bentley started smoothly, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Only when the rear of the car was out of sight did Jiang Yu's tense shoulders finally relax, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

Lin Xingran clutched her chest: "I'm alive again."

Jiang Yu patted his heart and said, "I declare that the Jiang Group has made a great contribution today."

A small ball of light appeared.

[Host, the window of opportunity has opened. Immediate action is recommended.]

Jiang Yu took out her phone.

Huo Li's message came in just then.

[Logistics area, ten minutes.]

Jiang Yu looked down at those words, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Lin Xingran caught a glimpse of it and clicked her tongue.

"Go."

Jiang Yu shoved the folder into her hand: "Can you cover for me during roll call at the rehearsal?"

"How can I defend myself? My name isn't Jiang Yu."

Just say I'm going to the restroom.

Jiang Yu paused.

"They said I have a bad stomach."

Lin Xingran paused for two seconds, then gave a thumbs up.

"You'd give up your guts for a man."

Jiang Yu turned and ran.

After running a few steps, she turned back and said, "Don't put it so harshly, I'm sacrificing myself for life sciences!"

Lin Xingran laughed and scolded, "Get lost!"

Jiang Yu walked along the path behind the auditorium toward the logistics area.

The closer you get, the stronger the smell of engine oil becomes.

She saw the broken-down car from afar, and a long, straight leg encased in black overalls was visible underneath.

Jiang Yu slowed her steps.

Before I even got close, I heard a man's low, husky voice coming from under the car.

"What are you standing there for?"

Jiang Yu was stunned: "Do you have eyes on your legs?"

Huo Li slid out from under the car.

He nimbly sat up, one leg bent, one arm resting on his knee.

His gray short-sleeved shirt was soaked with sweat and clung to his chest muscles.

The muscles on his forearm were bulging, and there were several obvious black and gray marks on the outer side of his strong forearm.

The black mask was pulled down to below his chin.

Sweat streamed down his defined jawline and soaked into his collar.

He raised his eyelids and stared at Jiang Yu so openly.

I can smell you.

Jiang Yu's ears burned, and she retorted, "I didn't wear perfume."

The small glowing orb provides timely reminders.

[Host, since your in-depth interaction with him, the sweet scent from the Ice Skin Jade Bone buff is now an exclusive privilege; only he can smell it!]

Jiang Yu cursed in her mind.

Why didn't you say so sooner!

The system looked aggrieved.

You didn't even ask.

Huo Li casually tossed the oil-stained wrench into the toolbox, making a crisp clanging sound.

He stood up, walked to the sink next to him, squeezed out hand soap, and slowly rubbed the machine oil off his hands.

The fingers are long and slender with distinct joints.

The logistics area was blocked by old stage props, and stacks of tables and chairs cut off the view from the outside.

The sound of water stopped.

Huo Li approached and looked down at her.

"Jiang Yu'an is gone?"

"Hmm," Jiang Yu said softly, "You're quite well-informed."

Huo Li did not answer the question.

He raised his freshly washed hand, his warm, rough thumb brushing against her ear.

He tucked his wind-blown hair behind his ear.

Jiang Yu's breathing became erratic.

The little ball of light rubbed its hands excitedly in its mind.

[Host! A perfect opportunity for intimate contact! Go for it! Pounce on him! Kiss him!]

Jiang Yu was just about to open her mouth to speak.

Huo Li's hand slid down her ear and grabbed her wrist with his large palm.

The heat in my palm was frighteningly high.

Before Jiang Yu could react, a force pulled her to the side and backward.

What are you doing?

Huo Li did not answer her.

With his long legs and big strides, he pulled the person along for two or three steps to a half-closed iron gate.

With a flick of the toe and a kick.

The door panel emitted a dull metallic scraping sound as it was pulled open, creating a gap about half the width of a person.

Inside is a room full of discarded equipment that has been unused for years.

The air smelled of dust.

In the corner, there were piles of broken speaker cabinets, banners, and tattered curtains tangled together, piled up as high as a small mountain.

Huo Li pulled her inside.

He just pulled it off casually.

boom.

The iron gate closed tightly behind him.

With most of the light cut off, the air circulation in the dim and cramped space became sluggish.

Jiang Yu's back pressed against the cold door panel.

There was no way to retreat.

She could only tilt her head back.

Huo Li leaned in close.

He braced himself on the sheet metal next to her head with one arm, his tall body almost completely covering her.

The distance between the two was instantly shortened.

Their breaths mingled.

The overwhelming scent of his masculine hormones, mixed with the smell of stale engine oil, assaulted the senses.

"The sugar daddy."

His voice was very low, his throat was a little dry and hoarse, and the end of his voice had a hook.

The address echoed softly in the narrow, dimly lit space.

Huo Li paused for a second, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He moved an inch closer, his nose almost touching hers.

"Where's the promised thank-you gift?"

His large hands gripped her waist, the heat of his palms seeping through her clothes onto her skin.

Jiang Yu couldn't help but hold her breath, only able to hear her own heart pounding wildly.

(This chapter is a bit short today, but I promise you, before the little sister and the male lead get on the highway, the older brother won't cause any trouble~ Don't worry~ I'll find a way to stall him, serious face.jpg)