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

Urban villages at the same time.

Late at night.

The roller shutter door of Old Li's auto repair shop was half-drawn, and several moths were hovering around the incandescent light bulb on the ceiling.

Huo Li sat shirtless on a pile of discarded tires, his long legs casually spread apart.

Two or three shriveled beer cans lay scattered on the ground nearby.

He was holding a cheap towel in his hand.

It was the same one that Jiang Yu had used.

He had washed it clean, leaving only a faint outline of the once bright red lipstick mark.

He lowered his head, his thumb slowly stroking the outline of the circle.

My mind is filled with that scene from not long ago.

The woman's body felt soft and delicate as she threw herself into his arms; even her bones seemed slender.

The scent of roses and milk emanating from her body clashed violently with the smell of engine oil emanating from him.

His trousers were covered in dirty water, but she not only didn't mind, she even rubbed them against his chest.

The phone, which was placed on the metal table, vibrated twice.

The two messages, which reeked of scoundrels, popped up.

The latter part, which uses Xiao Zhou as a threat, is a blatant provocation.

Huo Li cursed, replied with two words, and threw his phone away.

He tilted his head back, gulped down the last half can of beer, and casually crushed the can before throwing it into the trash can.

I walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and splashed cold water hard on my face.

Water droplets flowed down his straight nose and down his neck, dripping onto his firm chest muscles.

He stared at the stained, broken mirror.

The person in the mirror had red eyes and a taut jawline.

He somehow managed to grab the towel back from his hand.

He tossed the towel onto the edge of the sink and turned off the light.

……

The next morning, at the villa on the hillside.

Jiang Yu was still dreaming about counting her remaining lifespan when she was woken up by a knock on the door.

"Sister, are you up yet? Mom told me to call you downstairs for breakfast."

Jiang Ruoruo's sickeningly sweet voice came from outside the door.

Jiang Yu rolled her eyes, got up with her messy hair, and opened the door.

Jiang Ruoruo was wearing an elegant light green Chanel-style suit, holding a glass of warm water, her eyes darting around at her:

"My sister came home really late last night. Did she go out with some friends?"

Just a platitude, right?

Jiang Yu leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest:

"We went out for a street food meal. Hey, little sister, want to go too? Those grilled kidneys from the urban village are only a dollar a skewer, I'll get you two skewers tonight?"

Jiang Ruoruo's smile vanished instantly:

"Sister, you're such a joker. That place is filthy. What if you get a stomachache from eating there?"

"If you're afraid of getting dirty, then don't ask around."

Jiang Yu slammed the door shut, leaving that white lotus flower outside.

I had just finished breakfast and hadn't even stepped out of the living room when the phone rang.

"Don't go out today. I've already arranged for someone to deliver the dress for tomorrow night to your home this afternoon so you can try it on."

"Yes, brother."

Even if it's a den of dragons and tigers, she'll find a way out of the Saturday dinner party.

If she got really angry, she would drag Huo Li away to earn more lifespan.

No one can stop her from living.

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Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The villa's first-floor lobby has been transformed into a haute couture fashion show.

Six or seven brand PR staff members dressed in black business suits filed in, pushing a row of mobile coat racks.

The light from the crystal chandelier shone on the beads, rhinestones, and silk fabrics, making people dizzy.

When Jiang Yu changed into a loose-fitting house dress and came downstairs, Jiang Ruoruo was already standing in front of the clothes rack, overwhelmed with choices.

She was holding a champagne-colored strapless trailing gown in her hand.

The skirt is adorned with hand-sewn rhinestones that shimmer and sparkle as you walk.

"Sister, come down."

Jiang Ruoruo turned around and held up her long dress in front of her.

"This color suits my skin tone so well. I just tried it on, and the waist is a little bit big, but I can ask the alteration stylist to take it off by an inch. Do you think it looks good, sister?"

Jiang Yu stopped at the top of the stairs and looked at the dress for two seconds.

The size, color, and style were all chosen to suit her preferences.

Even the waistline is perfectly positioned.

In previous years, Jiang Yu'an would have a dress made for her six months in advance for the Chamber of Commerce gala.

This year, after Jiang Yu brought back her real daughter, the brand, unsure of the situation, sent her all the styles they usually prepared for her, along with the new styles.

Jiang Ruoruo had her eye on the best one and decided to act first.

If it were before the terminal illness, they would have already grabbed it by now.

But now Jiang Yu didn't even lift her eyelids halfway.

"That's fine, I'll take this one."

She strode down the stairs, walked past Jiang Ruoruo, and listlessly rummaged through the rows of clothes racks.

Jiang Ruoruo was somewhat taken aback.

All the prepared words got stuck in my throat.

She originally planned to wait for Jiang Yu to lose her temper, and then take the opportunity to act aggrieved so that Jiang's mother or Jiang Yu'an could make the decision.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yu's nonchalant attitude was like punching cotton, leaving him feeling extremely frustrated.

"But……"

Jiang Ruoruo bit her lower lip, her voice softening and becoming distinctly tea-like.

"Manager Lin said this item was reserved in advance. Sister, if you like it, I'd better not take it. After all, I just got back, and I can't take your things."

After saying that, she reluctantly handed the dress back to the PR person next to her, lowered her head, and her eyes immediately reddened.

Just then, Jiang's mother came out of the kitchen with afternoon tea and saw this scene, which immediately darkened her face.

"If you give up, what will you do?"

Jiang's mother slammed the tray down heavily on the coffee table, the porcelain clattering together with a crisp sound.

"You are the rightful eldest daughter of the Jiang family. Why should you care about whose opinion you should have when wearing a dress? Take it and try it on. If it doesn't fit, have them alter it!"

Jiang Ruoruo glanced timidly at Jiang Yu:

"Mom, don't do that, it will make my sister unhappy."

"What's making her unhappy?"

Jiang's mother glared at Jiang Yu, "You eat our food and wear our clothes, and now you want to take my clothes from you? Have you no shame?"

Jiang Yu was examining a dress when she heard this and turned her head.

She draped the dress over her shoulder and looked at Jiang Ruoruo with a smile:

"If you like it, take it. Why are you acting like you're being wronged? I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you."

However, champagne color is tricky to pull off. My sister doesn't look too well today; she might end up looking ashen-faced in it. If the media takes pictures and publishes them, it'll be a disgrace to the Jiang family.

"You!" Jiang Ruoruo's face changed when her sore spot was hit.

Jiang's mother stepped forward angrily: "Jiang Yu, how dare you speak to me like that! Ruoruo is naturally beautiful, she looks good in anything, why do you need to worry about her?"

"I was just trying to give you a friendly reminder."

Jiang Yu shrugged and turned to look at the brand's public relations representative beside her.

"Manager Lin, could you please take this piece of clothing and iron it? I'll try it on in a bit."

Manager Lin paused for a moment when he saw the clothes in her hand.

It was a pure black spaghetti strap evening gown.

There were no rhinestones, no train, and not even a speck of embroidery.

The fabric is extremely thin, the cut is close-fitting, the back is open with a large area of ​​cutouts, and the neckline is very deep.

This piece was originally a runway item sent by the brand to make up the numbers, because it had extremely strict requirements on body shape.

Even a little bit of extra weight or poor posture can make an outfit look disastrous.

Ordinary socialites wouldn't dare to touch her.

"Miss Jiang, the design of this dress is rather... daring."

Manager Lin carefully considered his words, "Why don't you take a look at some other pieces? Those haute couture pieces over there would also be very suitable for you."

"No need, this one is fine." Jiang Yu waved her hand and walked towards the fitting room without looking back.