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

(This is not the main text. The main text is 1v1, both characters are virgins.)

Warning: The second male lead is the older brother, who was extremely doting on the female lead before the real heiress returned. He has a lot of early-stage content, is controlling, and is a fake "bony" (a character from a fantasy novel). I will write an "what if" storyline for him and the female lead, as I also want to know another development in this story.

I've read every single comment so far, but I don't want to explain them all. If there wasn't a second male lead pulling things together, would the male and female leads just be kissing, hugging, and lifting each other up all the time? If you don't like this kind of thing, please exit from the top left corner. Please don't leave bad reviews arbitrarily, thank you!

Please respect the work of each author.

Now, let's begin the main text! (Applause!)

"Snapped!"

Ten stacks of bright red 100-yuan bills traced an arc in mid-air.

It slammed heavily onto the oil-stained hood.

A few specks of dust rose from the edge of the banknote and danced in the sunlight.

Jiang Yu was wearing a silk spaghetti strap dress.

Expensive fabric clung tightly to his thin back, and sweat slid down the back of his neck.

Thin shoulder straps hung at her collarbone, her skin so white that the bluish veins beneath were visible.

It looks like it could be pinched with the slightest force, and it can't withstand any damage.

The air was filled with the smell of engine oil and cheap tobacco.

A wave of metallic sweetness surged in her chest, which she forced down.

She stared intently at the pair of long legs exposed under the car.

"One hundred thousand."

Her voice carried the spoiled air typical of a wealthy heiress.

"I want to rent half of your bed, and I'll also take care of you."

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Half a car repair wrench slammed onto the ground with a crisp clang.

The screeching sound of the pulleys scraping against each other came from under the vehicle.

The man braced himself against the rough cement floor with one hand and pushed off with his waist and abdomen.

His slender body, along with his skateboard, slid out.

His tall figure stood upright, immediately blocking most of the sweltering sunlight.

His height of 1.88 meters is extremely imposing.

The old man's black vest, washed until it was grayish, was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his chest and abdomen.

Sweat trickled down his cold, hard jawline, splashing into the clearly defined creases of his abdominal muscles.

The man casually grabbed a dark, grimy rag and vigorously wiped his large, bony fingers.

"They don't fix brains here."

Huo Li tossed the tattered rag onto the toolbox next to him.

"Turn left after exiting the building; it's a mental hospital."

A ruthless order to leave.

Normally, Jiang Yu would have had her bodyguards beat this ungrateful mechanic to a pulp.

She bit her lower lip hard, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm.

Using this pain, I suppressed the stinging sensation emanating from between my bones, while simultaneously enduring the piercing alarm in my mind.

[Beep—Blushing and Heart-Pounding Life Extension System activated.]

[Host's current remaining lifespan: 72 hours.]

[The only target for extended life: mechanic Huo Li.]

The real heiress kept pressing her, and her adoptive parents' attitude towards her worsened.

I received another critical condition notice from the hospital this morning.

The doctor predicted she wouldn't live more than three days.

In her despair, the system bound her to it.

To survive, the only option is to stick close to this rough, unpleasant man with a temper as foul as stone!

Jiang Yu raised her chin and snorted coldly, "Not enough?"

Her slender fingers unzipped the Hermès bag.

It seemed like they were going to keep throwing money at him until he was completely ruined.

"Brother Huo, we have guests?"

A gentle male voice interrupted from the side.

My roommate, Lin Wen, had just come home from work.

He was wearing a clean, inexpensive white shirt and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

He looks refined and cultured, like a recent college graduate.

Lin Wen pushed up his glasses and quickly sized up Jiang Yu.

He then quickly looked away, putting on a dignified appearance of not daring to look at what was improper.

"Miss, the parking lot is messy, there's oil everywhere, don't get your skirt dirty." The voice was gentle and polite.

On the surface, he appears to be a kind-hearted young man.

But the moment he lowered his eyes, his gaze behind the glasses became sticky.

It slid over Jiang Yu's long, fair legs and stopped at her slightly heaving chest.

Superb.

Lin Wen's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

This woman is absolutely stunning, a hundred times more captivating than those borderline online streamers.

At this moment, Lin Wen's girlfriend, Xu Ya, came in carrying groceries.

Xu Ya is a pretty, honest, and hardworking office worker.

Lin Wen immediately adopted a tender and affectionate demeanor, and stepped forward to take the plastic bag:

"Xiaoya, you've worked hard today. Let me carry it."

Xu Ya smiled sweetly, glanced somewhat awkwardly at the glamorous Jiang Yu, and didn't dare to speak.

"Take your money and get out of my territory."

Huo Li didn't even give Lin Wen and the others a second glance.

He turned around and strode towards the metal staircase behind the car dealership.

Jiang Yu became anxious.

Having finally found this lifeline, how could we let him get away?

She hurried after him in her high heels.

My foot slipped.

The heel landed directly on a pile of scattered screws and nuts.

"what!"

Jiang Yu lost her balance and fell straight down onto the oil-splattered ground.

It's over.

If that hits, not only will the dress be ruined, but the face will also be scraped.

At that very moment.

My wrist tightened.

A large, calloused, hot, and rough hand gripped her.

The man's palms were frighteningly hot.

Jiang Yu, still shaken, stumbled into an embrace that reeked of strong hormones and sweat.

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully paired up with the male lead!]

[Lifespan increased by 1 days! Current remaining lifespan: 4 days!]

A cool sensation instantly spread throughout my body.

The metallic taste in Jiang Yu's throat subsided.

The system hadn't lied to her; touching this man really could extend her life!

Without thinking, she instinctively grabbed Huo Li's arm, which was thicker than her thigh.

He hung up there like an octopus.

Beside her, Lin Wen paused slightly as he was tidying Xu Ya's hair.

Yu Guang stared intently at Jiang Yu's hot curves pressed against Huo Li's body.

Jealousy and resentment surged wildly within me, causing me immense anguish.

Why does this rough guy have such good fortune with women?

"Let go." Huo Li's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

"I won't let go." Jiang Yu raised her head, her eyes tinged with a sickly red.

"You just touched me, you have to take responsibility for me," she said shamelessly.

The veins on Huo Li's forehead throbbed.

He looked down at the shameless woman in his arms.

Her body was so slender that it looked as if he could break her arm with the slightest effort.

The silk fabric was smooth and soft, and the unique milky scent of a woman wafted into his nose.

Huo Li roughly pulled her off his arm.

"Go vent your madness somewhere else," he said coldly.

Jiang Yu grabbed the hem of his black vest with her other hand.

"I paid for it!" she said, pointing to the 100,000 yuan on the hood.

"Take me to your room, quickly."

"I live in a dilapidated shared apartment in an urban village," Huo Li sneered.

He said, "The cockroach is bigger than your diamond ring. Want to experience life? Don't run out crying in the middle of the night."

"Lead the way," Jiang Yu said decisively.

Huo Li's eyes darkened.

He stared into her stubborn eyes for a second, then scooped up the 100,000 yuan with one hand.

Like carrying a chick, he dragged her out the back door.

In the urban village at dusk, sewage flows everywhere.

The air was filled with the sour smell of fermenting garbage and the stench of cheap gutter oil.

"Follow me." Huo Li went upstairs without looking back.

Jiang Yu, wearing high heels, avoided the puddles on the ground and followed him step by step.

The hallway was covered with little GG stickers, and the dim motion-activated lights flickered on and off with the "clack-clack" of high heels.

In front of the security door at the innermost room on the third floor.

Huo Li took out his key, turned the lock, and the door hinges made a screeching sound.

This is a small, old, shared apartment with two bedrooms and one living room.