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

Jiang Yu stared at the black dust on the coffee table.

The floor of the 4S store is made of epoxy resin.

Iron filings are only found in small workshops and repair shops in urban villages.

Jiang Yu'an's fingers were still pressed on the piece of iron filings.

He didn't lift it, nor did he move it.

He just bent over and looked at her like that.

"The car was first taken to a roadside repair shop for emergency repairs, and then transferred to the 4S store. I helped carry a toolbox along with it."

Jiang Yu looked up to meet his gaze. "Brother, if you don't believe me, I'll give you that master's phone number."

Jiang Yu'an remained silent.

He flicked his fingertips and brushed the piece of iron filings to the ground.

He straightened up, put one hand into his trouser pocket, and looked down at her.

His gaze was lowered, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

"Go upstairs to sleep."

He turned and walked towards the study.

He stopped at the door and said, "Have the driver take you tomorrow; don't drive yourself."

The study door closed.

Jiang Yu quickly went upstairs to the second floor, locked the door, and threw herself onto the bed.

"Damn, that was close."

The system interface appeared in my mind.

"Jiang Yu'an probably won't believe everything; he'll investigate everything."

Jiang Yu looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. "Tomorrow morning, we must get the Aston Martin out of the repair shop and park it at the 4S store in the east of the city."

The journey is too far; Huo Li cannot drive there.

The deeper the involvement, the bigger the loopholes.

Jiang Yu bit her nails and thought for a while.

She picked up her phone and sent Huo Li a message: "[Before 8 AM tomorrow, please call a tow truck to take my car to the Xinda 4S store in the east of the city. I'll transfer the payment to you.]"

I waited for three minutes, but there was no reply.

Five minutes passed, and there was still no reply.

Jiang Yu sent another message: [Reply received.]

A full ten minutes passed before the phone vibrated once.

Huo Li's reply was only one word: 【Hmm】

Jiang Yu held her phone to her chest and closed her eyes.

She knew Jiang Yu'an all too well.

The fact that he didn't have an attack tonight doesn't mean he believes it.

He was just waiting, waiting for an even bigger opening.

She needs to speed things up.

They're dragging their feet on Huo Li's progress.

A kiss adds ten days, a hug adds three days; at this rate, she'd have to run to the urban village every day.

The more frequently he runs away, the greater the probability that Jiang Yu'an will become suspicious.

The fastest way is through in-depth communication.

"System," she asked in her mind, "how much extra per completion?"

The ball of light spun around three times in place, then a semi-transparent panel popped up:

[Deep Intimacy (Complete): Expected lifespan +180 to 365 days, depending on compatibility and emotional intensity between the partners.]

One year.

You can earn a year's worth of life in one go.

Jiang Yu gripped the corner of the blanket tightly.

She had to win this man over.

And it has to be fast.

-

The next morning.

Jiang Yu was awakened by the clanging of tableware downstairs.

When I went downstairs, breakfast was already set on the dining table.

The butler waited nearby.

Jiang Ruoruo sat across from the dining table, wearing a cream-colored cashmere cardigan and her hair tied in a low ponytail.

Refined and well-behaved, a quintessential lady of a prominent family.

Jiang's mother sat in the main seat and was putting food into Jiang Ruoruo's bowl.

He didn't even lift his eyelids when he saw Jiang Yu come down.

Jiang Yu didn't mind. She pulled out a chair, sat down, and picked up a piece of toast, spreading butter on it.

Jiang Ruoruo spoke first, her voice soft and sweet:

"Sister came home very late last night, didn't you get any rest? You don't look well."

Jiang Yu took a bite of toast: "It's alright. Better than crying all night."

Jiang Ruoruo's smile froze for a moment.

Jiang's mother put down her chopsticks: "What kind of attitude is this? Ruoruo cares about you, why are you being sarcastic?"

"Oh, she cares about me."

Jiang Yu slowly took a sip of milk. "I thought she was concerned about who tore the invitation. Did they check the security footage? Who tore it?"

There was a two-second silence at the dining table.

Jiang Ruoruo's eyes welled up with tears:

"Sister, don't be angry. It was my fault for bringing up the invitation; I shouldn't have upset you. After all, that marriage was originally planned for you by Mom and Dad..."

She lowered her head, twisting her napkin with her fingers, her voice growing softer and softer.

"The second branch of the Huo family has confirmed that Huo Ming'an will come to the Jiang family to propose marriage next month."

Sister, if you're feeling unwell, I can tell Mom I'll postpone it...

"Wait a minute." Jiang Yu put down her cup. "Who?"

"Huo Ming'an," Jiang Ruoruo said, raising her watery eyes.

"The eldest son of the second branch of the Huo family. Sister, don't you remember? The two families had intended to arrange a marriage before, but later..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear—

Later, it was discovered that Jiang Yu was not the biological daughter, and the marriage naturally fell to the real daughter.

Jiang Yu quickly went through the process in her mind.

The Huo family.

The richest man in Beijing's elite circle.

She picked up the milk glass, took a sip, and covered the corners of her lips that were turning up in a smile.

"The Huo family," Jiang Yu said casually.

"I have no interest in the Huo family. What does it matter to me who from the second branch of the family proposes marriage? You can marry whoever you want."

Jiang Ruoruo was stunned.

She had prepared a whole host of lines, each one a carefully crafted, subtle attack—

It reminds Jiang Yu that her marriage was abruptly arranged, that she is of low status, and that she is living under someone else's roof.

All efforts were in vain.

Jiang Mu, on the other hand, perked up:

"You make it sound so easy! What kind of family is the Huo family?"

If Ruoruo can marry into the Jiang family, it will be a blessing for us. It's one thing for you to be immature, but don't pour cold water on this idea.

"Okay, okay, that's a wonderful blessing."

Jiang Yu stood up, picked up the half-finished glass of milk on the table, and said, "I'm going upstairs. You two enjoy your meal."

As she reached the corner of the stairs, she heard Jiang Ruoruo whisper to her mother behind her back:

"Mom, is my sister holding a grudge against me because of this? Huo Ming'an is a really nice person. He even asked about my sister when we last met."

Jiang Yu didn't stop walking.

Huo Ming'an.

The eldest son of the second wife.

However, the eldest son of the Huo family is in charge, but it seems that he was in a car accident.

So the second wife got a good deal and wanted to use the marriage as a bargaining chip to climb the social ladder.

interesting.

Jiang Yu returned to her room, opened the wardrobe, and began picking out clothes.

I have to go to the repair shop again today.

For no other reason than that the Aston Martin had to disappear from Old Li's repair shop before eight o'clock.

But she herself can go later.

She chose a pair of black skinny jeans and paired them with a neatly tailored white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

She changed into a pair of flat loafers.

I can't wear a sundress to the urban village every time; it's too conspicuous.

The phone rang.

Huo Li sent a message:

The car drove away.

Cherish words like gold.

Jiang Yu replied with a smiley face emoji, and then typed another line:

Are you free at noon? I'd like to treat you to lunch. You choose the place.

This time he replied quickly.

[I'm not eating. I'm busy.]

Jiang Yu sent another message: 【What about tonight?】

[I'm not eating. I'm busy.]

Jiang Yu's third question: [When are you not busy?]

There was a long silence on the other end.

It went on for so long that Jiang Yu thought he was going to pretend to be dead again.

My phone finally vibrated.

What exactly do you want?

Jiang Yu laughed out loud at the screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

[I'm pursuing you, can't you tell?]

After sending the message, she put her phone in her pocket, pushed open the door, and went downstairs.