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

There was a knock on the door.

Both of them shut up at the same time.

Wang Ma's voice came in: "Miss, the young master has sent some fruit up."

Jiang Yu: "Go in."

Wang Ma brought in a fruit platter, followed by a maid.

After the fruit platter was placed down, the maid didn't leave; she stood at the door with her head down.

Jiang Yu glanced at her: "Is there anything else?"

The maid hurriedly said, "The young master said that Miss Lin is staying for lunch, and the menu has already been prepared by the kitchen."

Lin Xingran gave a thumbs up: "Brother Jiang provides excellent service."

After the maid left, Lin Xingran lowered her voice and asked, "Is this delivering fruit, or planting an informant?"

Jiang Yu forked a piece of honeydew melon: "We have everything. The fruit is just something I brought along."

A small ball of light emerged from the head of the bed, visible only to Jiang Yu.

Enhanced surveillance environment detected. It is recommended to reduce the frequency of sensitive words.

Jiang Yu mentally replied, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

[An abnormal dwell time at the entrance has just been detected.]

"You're quite useful."

Thank you. This system requests the removal of the robot vacuum threat.

"It depends on their performance."

Lin Xingran noticed Jiang Yu suddenly lost in thought and waved her hand in front of her eyes: "What are you thinking about?"

"How do you plan to get out of this house alive?"

"Isn't the Saturday banquet an opportunity?"

Lin Xingran leaned closer, "There are a lot of people, and it's chaotic. Make an excuse to go to the restroom, and I'll cover for you."

Jiang Yu paused, her hand holding the fork still.

The third camphor tree at the side gate.

Huo Li said he would wait for her.

She didn't tell Lin Xingran this, only vaguely saying, "We'll see how things go. My brother will definitely be watching me that day too."

Lin Xingran pouted: "He's your brother, not your personal GPS tracker."

Jiang Yu did not respond.

She suddenly remembered what Jiang Yu'an had said in the study last night—"I'm afraid you'll get hurt."

Those words weighed heavily on her chest, incredibly bothersome.

If he was just worried about embarrassing her, he wouldn't have said that.

If not, then what could it be?

We had lunch at a small restaurant.

Jiang Yu'an was also there.

Lin Xingran, unusually calmer than usual, sat up straight.

Jiang Yu sat to his right. As soon as the soup bowl in front of her was empty, Jiang Yu'an picked up the serving spoon and filled it halfway.

Jiang Yu whispered, "I'm full."

"Finish it."

Lin Xingran lowered her head and ate her rice, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Jiang Yu kicked her under the table.

Jiang Yu'an looked up: "Miss Lin, is the food not to your liking?"

Lin Xingran looked up, smiling with utmost elegance: "Perfect match. Absolutely perfect match. I just thought of a lame joke and couldn't help myself."

Jiang Yu: "..."

You might as well shut up.

Jiang Ruoruo was also on the table.

She wore a light blue dress today, her hair was neatly styled, and she remained quiet throughout the meal.

But after less than ten minutes of silence, she looked at Lin Xingran.

"Miss Lin and her sister have such a good relationship."

Lin Xingran took a sip of soup: "Of course. Our friendship from skipping the 8 a.m. classmate session for two years in college is something outsiders wouldn't understand."

Jiang Ruoruo smiled and said, "I really envy you, sister. Even if you're not a daughter of the Jiang family, you still have a friend like you."

As soon as he said that, the sound of chopsticks on the table quieted down.

Jiang Yu was about to speak.

Lin Xingran put the spoon down.

"Miss Jiang, your statement is not entirely accurate."

Jiang Ruoruo was taken aback.

Lin Xingran looked at her seriously: "Friends are not assigned according to household registration."

It's your business if you go back to the Jiang family, but it's my business if I'm with Jiang Yu.

Don't force these two things together, or it'll sound petty.

Jiang Yu almost applauded her.

Jiang Ruoruo's eyes reddened again.

Jiang Yu'an didn't look at her, but pushed a plate of shrimp in front of Jiang Yu.

"Have a meal."

Jiang Yu picked up a shrimp and felt great.

After lunch, Lin Xingran was picked up by her driver.

Before leaving, she hugged Jiang Yu at the door and whispered in her ear:

"If you really want to sneak away on Saturday, give me a signal in advance."

"My job is to make Jiang Ruoruo cry, ensuring all eyes are on me."

Jiang Yu laughed: "Take it easy, don't actually make it into the news."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. At most, it'll appear in the entertainment section."

After Lin Xingran left, the living room became quiet.

Jiang Yu carried the plush duck upstairs. Just as she reached the corner, Jiang Yu'an came out of the study.

"Having a good chat?"

Jiang Yu stopped: "Brother, do you still care whether I'm happy or not?"

Jiang Yu'an looked at the duck in her arms.

"Was it a gift from Lin Xingran?"

"yes."

Jiang Yu'an didn't comment, only saying, "Try on the dress for the Saturday banquet tonight."

Jiang Yu asked warily, "Why?"

"Confirm the size."

"Xingran has confirmed it."

"She's not in the public relations department."

Jiang Yu stared at him for two seconds, then hugged the duck tighter: "Brother, are you afraid I'll hold back a big thing for you on Saturday?"

Jiang Yu'an did not answer.

This pause is enough to explain the problem.

Jiang Yu smiled and said, "Don't worry, it definitely won't happen."

Jiang Yu'an, whose hand was on the doorknob, turned to look at her upon hearing this.

"Jiang Yu, don't challenge me."

She wanted to retort, but when she saw his face, the words caught in her throat and she swallowed them back.

Forget it.

Her health bar isn't full yet, so she can't fight the Demon King head-on.

Back in my room, my phone screen was lit up.

Huo Li sent a message.

Look out the window at 10 PM tonight.

Jiang Yu's heart skipped a beat.

The little ball of light popped out, its cheerful tone almost irritating.

[Host, a target seeking to extend your life is approaching. The probability of triggering events at night is increased.]

Jiang Yu stared at the screen, then looked at the tightly closed door.

The light in the study downstairs was still on.

Jiang Yu'an was right there.

Huo Li is coming tonight.

At 8:30 p.m., Jiang Yu stood in front of the wardrobe, looking at the Dior suitcase with a troubled expression.

The burgundy velvet dress lay quietly in the box.

She picked it up and held it up in front of her.

A deep backless design.

The waistline is cinched to the extreme, and the back opens directly below the lower back.

It looks fine from the front, but when you turn it around, the entire spine is on full display.

Wearing this out would easily outshine Jiang Ruoruo.

Wear it for Jiang Yu'an to inspect.

She stuffed the dress back into the suitcase and snapped the clasp shut.

No.

If he sees this dress, she can forget about walking into the banquet alive tomorrow.

That control freak could cut her dress on the spot and lock her in a room until the next century.

Jiang Yu squatted at the bottom of the wardrobe and rummaged through it for ten minutes.

Finally, they pulled out a black dress from the corner, the tags still on.

I ordered it from Dior last year, but I thought it was too conservative and never wore it.

High collar, three-quarter sleeves, skirt hem below the knee.

The cut is close-fitting but not ostentatious.

It is quite satisfactory.

Jiang Yu unfolded her skirt and compared it to herself in the mirror.

Okay. I can't find anything wrong with it.

Even if Jiang Yu'an looked at it with a magnifying glass, he could only say "okay".

She changed into a dress, zipped up the side zipper, and went downstairs in slippers.

The door to the study on the second floor was open.

Jiang Yu'an was sitting behind the table reading documents when she heard footsteps and looked up.

Jiang Yu stood at the door and turned around.

"Have you finished looking?"

Jiang Yu'an's gaze swept from the neckline to the hem of the skirt, pausing for two seconds.

"This one?"

"What's wrong?"

"When did your taste become so old-fashioned?"

Jiang Yu almost choked to death on her own saliva.

She spent ten minutes picking out the safest dress, but he still thought it was too unfashionable?