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

The screeching sound of tires pierced her eardrums.

A pure black sedan was parked steadily outside Wutong Lane.

They completely blocked the way ahead.

Jiang Yu abruptly stopped in her tracks.

What was blocking their way was not Old Chen's ordinary Mercedes.

It was a Maybach whose license plate alone exuded a terrifying and oppressive aura.

The heat-insulating glass in the rear seat slowly lowered.

The shadows dissipated.

A face so familiar it was almost suffocating was revealed.

Jiang Yu'an leaned back in the leather chair.

The cuffs of the white shirt remained perfectly neat, without a single wrinkle.

He turned his head slightly.

His gaze passed over the car window and landed precisely on Jiang Yu.

The Maybach's engine emitted a deep roar.

Those intensely intimidating eyes slowly moved downwards.

My gaze swept over the baseball cap that she had deliberately pulled low over her head.

His gaze swept over the cheap paper bag she was clutching tightly in her arms.

At last.

The focus was fixed on the pair of flat shoes on her feet, shoes that were definitely not in line with the taste of the eldest daughter of the Jiang family.

Jiang Yu's mind went blank for half a second.

Then she nipped that half-second in the bud.

What's there to be afraid of?

As long as she has nothing to hide, what she says is true.

She clutched the paper bag tightly, rushed to the Maybach window in a few steps, and forced a bright smile that made her cheeks ache.

"elder brother!"

"It's only a little past two o'clock, why did you come to pick me up yourself?"

Jiang Yu'an leaned back in the leather chair.

The air conditioning was on in the car, which made his face look even more menacing than usual.

He didn't respond to her.

My gaze passed over her shoulder and fell on the sycamore-lined alley behind her.

The alley was deserted.

Only a few leaves, whipped up by the wind, spun around against the base of the wall.

A thin layer of sweat seeped from Jiang Yu's back.

Fortunately, Huo Li ran fast.

No, you can't say it ran away either.

The man most likely retreated to the other end of the alley upon hearing the car.

profession.

No wonder he can drive a Wuling van and still exude the aura of a fugitive.

Jiang Yu'an looked away.

"Weren't you touching up your makeup on the second floor of the Lin family's house?"

Jiang Yu pushed her baseball cap up, revealing her smooth forehead, looking completely open and honest.

"It's finished."

"The sun is nice behind the greenhouse, can't I come out for some fresh air?"

Jiang Yu'an looked at the paper bag in her arms.

"Do you need to carry a bag while sunbathing?"

Jiang Yu lowered her head in response.

The paper bag was bulging.

Inside were the flat shoes Huo Li had just bought, ointment, spray, and some miscellaneous concealer.

The red string she had just put on was still wrapped around her wrist.

She instinctively pulled her hand back, trying to pull her sleeve down.

The moment she moved her wrist, she cursed herself for being stupid.

The more it's hidden, the more suspicious it seems.

Jiang Yu'an's gaze indeed fell on her wrist.

Jiang Yu quickly pulled the paper bag up and held it in front of her chest.

"This is from Xingran."

She said that wearing high heels every day was like torture for me, so she gave me a pair of flat shoes.

"There's also ointment. Her nanny said it's especially effective, specifically for sprained ankles, blisters, bruises, and emotional trauma."

The first few sentences are fairly reliable.

The driver coughed when he heard the last four words.

Jiang Yu'an didn't laugh.

"Lin Xingran gave you Muji?"

Jiang Yu: "..."

That's a really harsh question.

Lin Xingran is the kind of person who even picks out limited edition collaboration hair ties.

Sending someone a pair of Muji flats as a gift is highly unlikely.

She was racking her brains to prepare a lengthy explanation.

My phone was vibrating incessantly in my pocket.

Lin Xingran.

A savior descended from the heavens.

Jiang Yu immediately pressed the call button and turned on speakerphone.

"Ranran, I'm at the back door, what's wrong?"

On the other end, Lin Xingran's voice, raised eight octaves, made Jiang Yu's ears ring.

"Jiang Yu! Where did you run off to? I told you to go get something from the back door, not to elope with me!"

Jiang Yu's eyelids twitched.

ancestors.

The dialogue is beyond the scope of the curriculum.

Lin Xingran remained oblivious and continued her relentless attack:

"Did you receive the flat shoes my mom asked me to buy for you? And did you get the ointment too? My housekeeper said that stuff is really effective; it can cure blisters on your heels with just a swipe."

Jiang Yu was practically bowing down to her in her heart.

"Got it, got it."

"My brother came to pick me up."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Two seconds later, Lin Xingran's speaking speed automatically switched to a socialite's business mode.

"Brother Jiang is here too? Hello, Brother Jiang."

Jiang Yu'an looked at the phone in Jiang Yu's hand.

"Miss Lin."

Lin Xingran: "Um... I had the maid deliver the shoes to the back door. Uncle Chen is always at the front door, and I was worried about the hassle of carrying things back and forth, so I asked Yu Yu to get them from the back door."

Jiang Yu: "..."

She really wanted to have the "Best Friend Award" engraved into a gold medal and hang it around Lin Xingran's neck.

Jiang Yu'an asked, "Why didn't you have the maid bring it into the living room?"

Lin Xingran paused for a second.

"Because... my golden retriever chews my shoes."

Jiang Yu closed her eyes.

That's a ridiculous reason.

But it's really outrageous, Lin Xingran.

A perfectly timed bark came from the other end of the phone.

"Woof!"

Lin Xingran immediately chimed in, "Listen!"

Jiang Yu's stomach ached from trying so hard to hold back her laughter.

Jiang Yu'an stared at her for two seconds, then opened his palm forward.

"cell phone."

Jiang Yu had no choice but to hand it over.

Jiang Yu'an took the phone and said into the other end, "I'll pick her up now."

Lin Xingran: "Okay, okay, Brother Jiang, please be careful."

"And one more thing," Jiang Yu'an said, "next time if you have something, use the main entrance."

Lin Xingran was so well-behaved that it was unlike her usual self.

"Okay, Brother Jiang, I understand, Brother Jiang. I'll never use connections again, Brother Jiang."

The phone hangs up.

Jiang Yu reached out to grab her phone.

Jiang Yu'an flipped his wrist, turning the phone upside down in his palm, and slightly raised his chin.

"Get in the car."

Jiang Yu remained motionless.

"I haven't told Xingran yet."

"I've already spoken for you."

My dress is still at her house.

"Old Chen will retrieve it."

"I haven't had afternoon tea yet."

Jiang Yu'an looked at her.

"Eat at home."

Jiang Yu gritted her teeth.

"Brother, you're acting like you're arresting a fugitive."

Jiang Yu'an pushed open the car door.

"do not you?"

We can't talk today.

She grabbed the paper bag and got into the car.

The paper bag made a soft creaking sound when I sat down.

She quickly supported it, afraid that the ointment inside would roll out.

A tiny light orb of the system quietly appeared in his mind.

[Host, Crisis Rating: Medium-High. Suggested Strategy: Act cute, play dumb, change the subject.]

Jiang Yu replied in her mind: "Your suggestion is very common, no different from that of a fortune teller on the street."

[Additional suggestion: You could mention Jiang Ruoruo.]

"You're such a bad ball."

【Thank you for the compliment.】

The car door closed.

The air conditioning gave Jiang Yu goosebumps on her calves.

Jiang Yu placed the paper bag on her lap, intentionally or unintentionally hiding her wrist behind the bag.

She hid it for only two seconds before realizing she was making a fool of herself.

He simply placed his hands brazenly on his lap.

The red rope clung tightly to the fair wrist bone.

The small metal tag on the rope had little luster, was rough and wild, and was particularly eye-catching under the cold white light of the carriage.

Jiang Yu'an saw it at a glance.

"What's that in your hand?"

Jiang Yu raised her hand and shook it.

"The safety rope that Xingran got for me."

Jiang Yu'an remained noncommittal.