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

Late at night.

The room was filled with the smell of the aftermath.

Jiang Yu lay paralyzed on the bed, unable to lift even a finger, and fell into a deep sleep.

Huo Li put on a work jacket and went to the sink outside to bring in a basin of warm water.

He took a new towel, sat back down on the bed, and helped her clean herself.

Under the light, her originally flawless, porcelain-white skin was covered with red marks of varying shades.

The pinch marks are especially noticeable on the sides of the waist and inner thighs.

Huo Li frowned, inwardly blaming himself for being too rough on his first time, and for her being so delicate.

Tuck her into the thin blanket and cover her up.

He leaned against the headboard and took out his cigarette case.

He pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

He exhaled a puff of smoke and quietly looked at the woman sleeping soundly in his arms.

He has terrible sleeping posture.

One leg was haphazardly draped over his, and his mouth was slightly open, completely unprepared.

Huo Li looked down at her for a while, then held the cigarette between his fingers and didn't smoke it anymore.

The old Nokia on the bedside table suddenly vibrated twice.

The screen glowed softly, emitting a green light.

This is a dedicated line used to contact Huo's subordinates.

Huo Li picked up his phone.

The sender is Old Ghost.

It's just a short line of text.

[Young Master, someone from the Jiang family is investigating the auto repair shops in the south of the city. They're following the trail from the Wanda Plaza parking garage this afternoon. Should we cut off the line?]

Huo Li stared at the words on the screen, his dark eyes filled with gloom.

The Jiang family.

Jiang Yu'an.

The youngest and most ruthless person in Beijing's elite circles.

He is ruthless and has an extremely strong desire for control.

From that first glance in the underground parking garage that afternoon, Huo Li knew that the other party would definitely investigate to the end.

He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yu.

This woman is called Brother Jiang Yu'an, but the undercurrents between these two siblings are definitely not that simple.

Huo Li pressed the Nokia's number keys with one hand and dialed back a text message.

[Spread some false information. Cover up the Huo family's true colors. Let them investigate.]

send.

Clear the record.

I tossed the Nokia back onto the bedside table.

He stubbed out his cigarette, rolled over and lay down, stretching out his long arm to pull the sleeping woman firmly into his embrace.

His chin rested on the top of her head.

The aroma is sweet and mixed with the scent of tobacco.

He closed his eyes.

Who cares what Jiang Yu'an wants to do?

The man is now sleeping in his bed.

That's his.

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The next morning.

Jiang Yu was awakened by a series of deadly shocks.

My whole body ached as if I had been run over three times by a road roller.

That lousy "Ice Skin and Jade Bones" buff only cares about beauty, not about durability; my bones are about to fall apart.

She groggily opened her eyes and found herself wearing an oversized men's black T-shirt, the hem of which covered her thighs.

The sheets were also dry.

Huo Li was not in the house.

The door was half open, and the noise of the morning market could be heard coming in from outside.

My phone is still vibrating next to my pillow.

Jiang Yu picked up her phone, squinted, and swiped the screen.

With just one glance, the last vestiges of sleepiness vanished instantly, and a cold sweat broke out on my back.

Between 3 a.m. and 5 a.m., Jiang Yu'an sent five WeChat messages in a row.

I locked the door myself. You didn't even leave through the front door.

There are fresh scratches on the bark of the banyan tree on the second-floor terrace.

[Jiang Yu. You've really grown up.]

You better pray you haven't done anything outrageous before I find you.

Uncle Chen has already taken his men to the south of the city. It's only a matter of time before they find that Wuling Hongguang.

Every word carries a knife.

Each one is a death sentence.

Jiang Yu held her phone, her fingers trembling.

Jiang Yu'an actually did a room check in the middle of the night and even inspected the banyan tree!

They even dug up all the details about her climbing over the wall!

Has Old Chen brought his men to the south of the city?

If she were cornered on a single bed, would the year of her hard-earned lifespan be enough for Jiang Yu'an to vent his anger?

No, I have to run.

They had to sneak back to the villa on the hillside before Old Chen found the repair shop.

Pretend nothing happened, or simply apologize profusely.

She was about to lift the covers and get out of bed to find her clothes.

The door clicked open.

Huo Li walked in carrying two plastic bags, still carrying the chill of the early morning air.

He wore a black windbreaker over his clothes, and was tall.

"Awake? I bought pan-fried buns and soy milk downstairs."

He placed breakfast on the old table with a chipped corner and walked over.

Seeing her pale face as she clutched her phone, he raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yu wanted to cry but had no tears.

She threw her phone aside, lunged at him, and grabbed his leg, wailing as if she were grasping at the last straw.

"What are you eating, bro! My brother's men are coming! If I don't run, I'm going to be turned into a pan-fried dumpling! Quick, quick, get that Wuling Hongguang out there and get me out of here!"

Huo Li looked down at the large leg pendant hanging on his leg.

Jiang Yu's hair was disheveled, her collar was askew, and there were several red marks on her fair, gleaming shoulders and neck.

She clung tightly to his trouser leg, wailing with heartfelt emotion.

He placed the pan-fried buns and soy milk he was holding on the broken table with a missing corner.

He grabbed her by the back of her collar with one hand, lifted her up effortlessly, and pressed her onto the folding chair.

"Eat your pan-fried buns."

He casually broke off a disposable chopstick and stuffed it into her hand, saying, "I'll hold the sky up if it falls."

"Use your head as a support!"

Jiang Yu was so anxious she wanted to stomp her feet.

"That's Jiang Yu'an! He can find out a person's background in a heartbeat. Your shabby auto repair shop wouldn't even be worth a hair on his head."

Run! As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn. I have a long life ahead of me...

No, I haven't even finished enjoying the best years of my youth yet!

Huo Li pulled out another chair and sat down.

With her long legs spread wide, she took a bun from the bag and took a bite.

"Can't find it." He chewed on the minced meat, his words muffled.

Jiang Yu was stunned.

"The license plate was changed a long time ago." Huo Li lied without batting an eye, making up an excuse on the spot.

"Last night, they had someone clean up all the traces in the garage. Even if he turned over the soil in the south of the city three times, he still wouldn't be able to find a trace of the Wuling Hongguang."

Jiang Yu was skeptical.

Seeing the man opposite me with his unwavering, old-fashioned demeanor, my heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, inexplicably calmed down a bit.

She was unaware of the plot involving the eldest son of the Huo family intercepting the Jiang family's spies; she simply assumed that the mechanic was a shady character who knew a few gangsters.

Hunger belatedly crept in.

She picked up a pan-fried dumpling, bit into the skin, and the scalding soup made her slurp it up.

His life was saved, but the biggest challenge now was how to get back to the villa and explain himself.

She glanced down at herself.

It was wide enough to fit two of her men's black T-shirts, the collar of which was washed white.

The worst part is the continuous hickeys on the collarbone and neck.

With that guilty look on her face, if she swaggered in, Jiang Yu'an would definitely chop her up on the spot with Guan Yu's broadsword.

"I can't go back wearing this."

Jiang Yu bit the tip of her chopsticks. "I need to go to the mall and buy a new outfit. Also, how am I going to cover up all these marks on my neck?! Are you a dog?"

She glared fiercely at the man opposite her.

Huo Li's gaze followed her words to her collar, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Buy concealer."

He uttered four dry words, looked away, and finished the steamed bun in his hand in a few bites.