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

When Jiang Yu'an walked up to her, Jiang Yu didn't even have time to compose her expression.

The gaze started from the top of her head and swept down inch by inch.

Her hair was tied up haphazardly, with a few frizzy strands sticking up abruptly.

The floral dress was stiff and wrinkled, clearly a fast-moving consumer good that had just been taken off the shelf.

The canvas shoes are the same pair I wore yesterday.

Finally, his gaze settled on her lips.

The lipstick color was spread out of the lip line in an extremely unrestrained manner, with the edges becoming a blurry mess.

The lips appeared unnaturally full.

The lower lip was the most swollen.

Jiang Yu'an slowly slipped his hand into his casual trouser pocket.

Jiang Yu felt her scalp tingling.

She knew this man too well; the more composed he was, the less blood he would bleed when he made his move.

We absolutely cannot let him speak first!

Whoever speaks last is at a disadvantage!

This is the blood and tears she learned in the Jiang family!

"elder brother!"

Just a second before the man opened his mouth, her knees buckled, and she stumbled forward two steps.

She grabbed the front of his black coat with both hands with perfect precision.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! You can hit me, you can yell at me, just please don't ignore me!"

Jiang Yu'an lowered her eyes and looked at the hands that were clinging tightly to her clothes.

The nail folds are clean.

There were two very fresh abrasions on his palm, the blood still not completely dried.

It got there by climbing a tree.

"Tell me. Where did you go?"

The three words "extremely flat" were completely calm and undisturbed.

"I went to a bar with Lin Xingran."

Jiang Yu recited the lines she had practiced countless times on the road.

"Yesterday evening she insisted on dragging me to that newly opened... MIX bar. I didn't want to go!"

"But she said she was in a bad mood lately and needed someone to keep her company, and I thought I couldn't just stay cooped up at home and get moldy."

"I...I climbed over the wall and went outside."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and her head was about to be buried in her collar.

"I drank too much and ended up sleeping in her guest room all night. I only took a taxi back this morning."

Jiang Yu'an remained silent.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket.

Jiang Yu shrank her neck.

The expected pain didn't come; the hand didn't choke her neck, nor did it grab her collar.

The cool, soft knuckles merely held her chin, gently lifting her face.

His rough fingertips brushed slowly along the edge of her lower lip.

The excessive congestion hidden beneath the lipstick was clearly exposed by touch.

"You drank so much your lips are swollen?"

A tingling sensation shot through Jiang Yu's back, reaching straight to the top of her head.

"I bumped into it!"

She blurted out, "I tripped and fell down the steps after drinking, face first! My front teeth almost knocked out on the spot, look—"

She opened her mouth wide, revealing a row of neat white teeth, and poked at the middle one with her finger.

"This one is completely loose now."

Jiang Yu'an stared at her lips for two seconds.

Loosen your fingers.

He turned and opened the passenger door of the Maybach, his jawline tilting forward slightly.

"Get in the car."

Without saying a word, Jiang Yu climbed into the car, quickly pulled over the seatbelt and fastened it with a click, her movements practiced and efficient.

The Maybach made a smooth start.

The shadows of the plane trees lining the mountain road cut through the morning light filtering through the car windows.

Jiang Yu'an rested his left hand on the steering wheel and picked up his phone from the center console with his right.

He dialed Lin Xingran's number in front of her.

Hands-free mode.

Jiang Yu gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white.

The phone rang for the third time before it connected.

"Feed?" Lin Xingran's voice, thick with nasal tone, drifted into the car, sounding lazy and impatient.

"I am Jiang Yu'an."

There was a suspicious silence on the other end for a second.

"Oh, Young Master Jiang. What brings you here so early in the morning?" Lin Xingran asked in a lukewarm tone.

Everyone in the circle knows that although the Lin family is not as powerful as the Jiang family, Lin Xingran is confident and has never been afraid of the Jiang family heir.

"Was Jiang Yu with you last night?"

"yes."

Lin Xingran answered very readily, "I took her to MIX clubbing. What, is that illegal?"

"Your sister isn't sentenced to life imprisonment, does she need to submit a report to go out for a drink?"

Jiang Yu, sitting in the passenger seat, was so moved that she wanted to kowtow to her best friend on the spot.

Jiang Yu'an turned the steering wheel with one hand, his tone remaining calm.

"What time did you leave, what time did you arrive, and what kind of alcohol did you drink?"

The loudspeaker emitted the rustling sound of bed sheets and blankets rubbing violently.

She arrived at my building around 8 p.m., and I drove there.

We arrived at MIX around 9:00 PM. We drank a low-alcohol peach-flavored fruit wine.

Princess Jiang Yu has a weak constitution; she passed out on the table after just three cups.

"I carried her home all by myself! Do you know how heavy your sister is?"

Next time something like this happens, you'll have to take the blame yourself.

Jiang Yu silently awarded Lin Xingran the Oscar for Best Actress in her heart.

Jiang Yu'an tapped the leather steering wheel twice with his slender index finger.

"OK."

The call was disconnected.

The cold air seeped into her collar through the air conditioner vent, and Jiang Yu couldn't help but shiver.

The carriage was deathly silent for a full half minute.

"My lips were swollen from drinking fruit wine. The bar steps were made of iron."

Jiang Yu chuckled twice and nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Marble! Very hard!"

The Maybach drove into the villa driveway and came to a steady stop in the shadow of the porch.

The engine is turned off.

The person in the driver's seat didn't move.

He leaned back in his chair and turned his head slightly to the side.

Behind the glasses, those unfathomable eyes scrutinized her from head to toe once more.

"Go take a nap. Don't come down at noon; have Aunt Wang bring your food upstairs."

Surprisingly, it didn't flare up.

Jiang Yu decisively seized this life-saving signal, unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the door, jumped out of the car, and rushed into the villa gate.

She rushed all the way to the second-floor stairwell before daring to look back.

Jiang Yu'an remained seated in the car.

Through the windshield, she saw him take off his signature gold-rimmed glasses and rub his temples for a long time.

My clothes were completely stuck to my back with cold sweat.

Jiang Yu didn't dare to look any longer and turned to walk upstairs.

Inside the Maybach.

As soon as Jiang Yu's figure disappeared at the stairwell, Jiang Yu'an put his glasses back on his nose, took out his contacts, and dialed a number.

"Old Chen, pull up all the surveillance footage from MIX Bar last night."

He paused for a moment.

"Also, continue digging down the line in the south of the city. If you can't find that Wuling Hongguang, then find the person who drove it."

"Give me detailed information on all adult men within a five-kilometer radius of the urban village before nightfall tonight."

Hang up the phone, push open the door and get out of the car.

The blinding morning light shone on his expressionless profile.

As he entered the villa's entrance hall, he suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on the pair of old canvas shoes that Jiang Yu had just taken off, which were on the shoe cabinet.

He reached out and picked up the right foot.

Turn it over and look at it.

The white rubber soles were clean and dry, even a little dusty.

There was none of the sticky, grime-stained alcohol residue and dirt that a bar floor should have.

On the contrary, two small, half-dried leaves were stuck tightly in the deepest anti-slip treads of the sole.

Jiang Yu'an put the shoes back exactly as they were.

My fingertips lingered on the shoe for two seconds before I withdrew them.

Wang Ma came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of freshly brewed tea.

"Young Master, breakfast is ready today—"

"Need not."