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

Chapter 94 Let's respect her intelligence.

Jiang Yu looked at the white dress in the bag, with only one question on her mind.

Where does Jiang Ruoruo get her confidence from?

The stitching on the side of the waist was crooked and the fabric was so thin that you could see the shadow when the light shone on it.

Even more outrageous is that the lining on the chest area had also been tampered with.

The stitches were rough, as if they had been hastily made by borrowing a sewing kit from the dormitory supervisor.

This trap cannot be called clumsy.

All I can say is to respect her intelligence.

A small ball of light appeared in Jiang Yu's mind and circled the dress once.

[Host, this outfit has a very high risk factor. 99% chance of revealing too much skin!]

Jiang Yu sneered inwardly: "Do you even need to tell me? I'm not a gala hostess. I'm just assisting with the coordination; am I supposed to wear a dress and go backstage to fetch bottled water?"

That makes sense.

"Does she think I can't resist pretty dresses?"

Based on the character's personality, the host did indeed have this tendency in the past.

Jiang Yu: "..."

She decided to temporarily set aside her grudge against the system.

Lin Xingran, still furious, exclaimed, "You're still laughing? This rag will tear after a couple of steps! With so many people in the auditorium, if they film it, you'll be publicly shamed on the confession wall tonight!"

Jiang Yu picked up the bag and shook it.

"That's great."

Lin Xingran glared at her: "Did the mechanic kiss you and ruin your brain?"

Jiang Yu quickly covered her mouth as she started firing off.

"Can you please stop dragging everything into that category?"

"Then don't let your ears turn red."

Jiang Yu raised her hand to cover her ears: "Shut up."

Jiang Ruoruo was still standing at the door, her voice sickeningly sweet:

"If you don't like it, there's nothing I can do. All the dresses have been delivered; the student council said there wasn't enough time to change."

Huo Ming'an stood next to Jiang Ruoruo, his lingering gaze sweeping over Jiang Yu.

Annoyed by the stares, Jiang Yu looked up.

"Young Master Huo, are your eyes bothering you?"

Huo Ming'an paused.

Jiang Yu continued, "If you're not feeling well, go to the school clinic. Don't use me as an eye chart."

Someone backstage couldn't help but chuckle.

Huo Ming'an, feeling embarrassed, coughed lightly to cover it up:

"Jiang Yu, I'm just concerned about you. You're on the candidate list tonight, so it would be better if you wore something similar."

"Am I on the list?"

Jiang Yu slammed the bag onto the table, opened the flowchart, and pointed to her own name.

"I'll assist with the overall coordination of the event, handling backstage scheduling, prop confirmation, and workflow integration. Mr. Huo, shall I go on stage to dance the peacock dance, or will I be your bridesmaid?"

Lin Xingran immediately chimed in, "No, the bridesmaids should also be chosen based on whether the groom is clean-cut."

A burst of muffled laughter erupted from backstage.

Jiang Ruoruo's smile froze completely on her face: "Sister, please don't be like this, everyone is just trying to make the show more entertaining..."

Jiang Yu nodded, interrupting her: "Yes, for the sake of the effect, I absolutely won't wear it."

Jiang Ruoruo was taken aback: "What?"

"I won't wear it."

Jiang Yu repeated, "It's more convenient for me to work in my own clothes. Since you've gone to such lengths to prepare the formal attire, you should save it for the person who needs to go on stage."

Jiang Ruoruo bit her lower lip: "But you're on the list of etiquette candidates..."

"Candidate." Jiang Yu picked up the process sheet, shook it, and handed it to her. "It's not formal etiquette. Your Chinese isn't very good? Do you need me to highlight the key points for you?"

Lin Xingran clapped her hands, "Yu Yu, well said. I suggest Young Master Huo listen to it too."

Huo Ming'an's face darkened: "Lin Xingran, don't go too far."

"Am I being unreasonable?"

Lin Xingran rolled up her sleeves and started criticizing, "When you brought that pregnant woman's gift bag with you, didn't you think you were going too far?"

Jiang Yu grabbed her and pressed her down.

"Ranran, civilization."

Lin Xingran took a deep breath: "Okay. Young Master Huo has a rich private life, which is admirable."

Huo Ming'an: "..."

Jiang Yu stuffed the bag of white dresses back into Jiang Ruoruo's arms.

"Save your good intentions for those who need to be on stage more."

Jiang Ruoruo gripped the bag tightly.

She probably didn't expect that Jiang Yu wouldn't even try.

Two years ago, Jiang Yu loved to dress up. She would always choose the most eye-catching dress for school parties, cocktail parties, and banquets.

Jiang Ruoruo probably still holds onto old habits when dealing with her.

But people can change.

Especially after being repeatedly beaten down by critical illness notices and life-extending systems.

Jiang Yu's current love for pretty dresses ranks after survival, Huo Li, and eating.

The little light ball was very pleased.

The host has matured.

Jiang Yu: "Thank you, but I'm mainly afraid of getting killed by the company."

[That's a kind of growth.]

At that moment, a girl from the Student Union's Arts and Literature Department walked over.

It's Zhou Man.

She glanced at Jiang Yu and said stiffly, "Jiang Yu, the list has already been submitted. If you don't wear a formal dress, the overall effect will be very poor."

Jiang Yu didn't even glance at her: "Was the poor performance because the coordinator wasn't wearing a skirt, or because the host's private life was too distracting?"

Zhou Man was speechless.

Jiang Ruoruo gently tugged at her: "Never mind, Manman, if you don't want to, don't force yourself."

Her words were very understanding.

But with so many people backstage, the whole thing just sounds off.

Like Jiang Yu, who didn't cooperate with the activity.

Jiang Yu was too lazy to argue with her and turned to find her counselor.

"Teacher! Tonight I'll only be in charge of backstage coordination, I won't be on stage, right?"

The counselor was checking the procedures when she looked up and said, "Yes. You don't need to go on stage. The etiquette candidate was added by the student council at the last minute, and I just deleted her."

Jiang Yu smiled: "Thank you, teacher."

The counselor glanced at Jiang Ruoruo over there, then looked back at Jiang Yu.

"Your arm isn't fully healed yet, don't lift heavy things."

"it is good."

Jiang Yu returned backstage and immediately hung up her work badge.

White background with black text: Assist in overall planning.

She deliberately showed the sign to Jiang Ruoruo.

"Did you see that? Tonight I'm a working person, not a decorative vase."

Lin Xingran leaned close to her and whispered, "That was satisfying. Jiang Ruoruo's expression is about to crack."

Jiang Yu opened the schedule: "Don't rush. The clothes are all prepared; we can't let them go to waste."

Lin Xingran's eyes lit up: "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Yu did not answer.