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

Jiang Yu held the stem of the glass and scratched the crystal glass with her fingernail.

It's unrealistic to let Huo Li in.

It's impossible for me to go out on my own.

That leaves only one option—

To create chaos.

The kind of chaos that caused the entire venue to lose control and everyone's attention to be diverted.

She picked up her water glass and took another sip, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the right side of the banquet hall.

There stands a five-story champagne tower.

The golden liquid flowed down the rim of the glass from the top, and the light shining on it made it look like a work of art.

Jiang Yu put down the water glass and clenched her fingers under the tablecloth.

The banquet then transitioned into a free period for activities.

The guests stood up in twos and threes, raising their glasses and socializing.

The band changed their repertoire, and the rhythm became a bit more upbeat.

Jiang Yu'an was surrounded by the CEOs of several partners.

He stood beside the main table, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with people, but his eyes were always on Jiang Yu out of the corner of his eye.

Jiang Yu didn't rush to move.

She leaned back in her chair and sent a message to Huo Li on her phone.

Where are you?

Reply in three seconds.

Huo Li: [Outside the low wall of the back garden.]

Jiang Yu: [Wait for my signal. There might be some issues.]

Huo Li: [What's going on?]

Jiang Yu: [I'm going to fall.]

There was a five-second silence on the other end.

Huo Li: [Jiang Yu, what are you doing?]

Jiang Yu: [Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.]

She locked the screen and put her phone back in her handbag.

He stood up, picked up a glass of champagne, and slowly walked towards the champagne tower.

After taking three steps, she noticed that Jiang Yu'an's gaze had followed her.

Jiang Yu didn't turn around. Holding her wine glass, she naturally stopped at a table she was passing by and clinked glasses with Mrs. Zhao.

"Aunt Zhao, it's been a long time."

After exchanging a few polite words, she continued walking.

Jiang Yu'an was pulled aside to discuss contract details and couldn't get away, but he changed his position.

Jiang Yu stopped in front of the champagne tower.

The lights shone down from above, creating a striking contrast between the burgundy velvet dress and the golden champagne tower.

"elder sister."

Jiang Ruoruo has arrived.

She changed her shoes, which made her two centimeters shorter, and was followed by two stylishly dressed young women.

One is Zhou Man, the daughter of the Zhou family, and the other is Chen Ting, the younger sister of the Chen family.

Everyone in the circle knows him; we used to have afternoon tea together.

However, that was when Jiang Yu was still the daughter of the Jiang family.

"You're standing here all alone, sister?"

Jiang Ruoruo smiled gently, "Would you like me to chat with you?"

Zhou Man linked arms with Jiang Ruoruo, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Yu's dress, and she curled her lips slightly.

"Yu Yu's dress is so daring. Showing so much skin, isn't she afraid of catching a cold?"

Chen Ting chimed in, "Ruoruo is the main character today, so let's keep a low profile."

The two of them spoke in unison, their words carrying a hidden meaning.

Jiang Yu turned around, holding a wine glass in her hand.

"I'm not so cold as to catch a chill. If you're really concerned about whether I'm cold, why don't you lend me those two shawls you're wearing? They won't do you any good anyway."

Zhou Man's face fell.

Chen Ting chuckled and turned to look at Jiang Ruoruo.

Jiang Ruoruo pursed her lips and took a step forward.

He spoke in a low voice, standing only half an arm's length away from Jiang Yu.

"Sister, today is my special day. Are you dressed like this to steal my thunder?"

I'm not pretending anymore.

His voice was low, but he still had a smile on his face.

Jiang Yu also lowered her voice: "Ruo Ruo, whether you can steal the limelight or not doesn't depend on what I'm wearing. It depends on whether you can control yourself."

Jiang Ruoruo's expression changed.

She took another half step forward, almost touching Jiang Yu.

His lips moved, as if he was about to speak.

That's the distance.

Jiang Yu's wine glass suddenly tilted, spilling champagne onto her skirt.

"Ah—" Her body suddenly leaned back.

His back was straight towards the champagne tower.

Startled, Jiang Ruoruo instinctively reached out and her fingertips touched Jiang Yu's shoulder.

enough.

In everyone's eyes, the scene was Jiang Ruoruo pushing Jiang Yu.

The five-tiered crystal tower, starting from the top, began to unfold layer by layer as the wine-red silhouette collided with it.

Splash!

Golden liquid splashed.

Broken glass shattered on the marble floor.

The noise was so loud that the entire banquet hall came to a halt.

The music stopped.

Everyone turned their heads.

Jiang Yu collapsed onto the floor amidst shattered glasses and champagne, her dress soaked through, with shards of glass embedded in her palm.

A few bits of debris grazed her forearm, drawing out tiny beads of blood.

Jiang Ruoruo stood there, her hand hanging in mid-air, her face pale.

"I didn't... I didn't push her!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Guests surged in, and the waiters scrambled to tidy up.

Jiang's mother rushed over from the table and hugged Jiang Ruoruo.

Zhou Man and Chen Ting shrank back, not daring to make a sound.

a mess.

Jiang Yu'an walked through the crowd, his face as black as ice.

But when he arrived, he saw Jiang Yu sitting amidst a pile of broken glass.

His eyes were bloodshot.

She clutched her arm, cut by shards of glass, her voice trembling with tears—

"I'm fine... I just couldn't stand properly. Don't blame Ruoruo."

Jiang Yu'an walked quickly to Jiang Yu.

He didn't even glance at Jiang Ruoruo, who was rushing to explain.

He took off his dark blue suit jacket, raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, covered Jiang Yu, who was lying on the ground, completely from head to toe.

The man's arm strength was astonishing.

He bent down, put his hands under her knees and armpits, and lifted her up horizontally.

"Brother..." Jiang Yu whispered in his arms.

"Shut up." Jiang Yu'an tightened his jaw, picked her up, and turned to walk out of the banquet hall.

"Yu'an, where are you going!"

Mr. Jiang strode over from the main table and blocked the aisle.

Jiang Yu'an stopped.

"Take her to the hospital."

Father Jiang lowered his voice and leaned closer: "You know what day it is today! This is Ruoruo's family reunion banquet."

The three partners of the Jiang family were sitting in the audience. If you leave now, where will Ruoruo put her face?

What are people saying about our family outside?

"She's bleeding." Jiang Yu'an didn't even lift her eyelids.

"A minor scrape won't kill you!"

Jiang's father's temper flared up, and he slapped Jiang Yu'an on the shoulder.

The force was extremely heavy, carrying a warning from the head of the household.

"You stay here and keep things in order today. Old Chen! Let Old Chen drive her to handle it."

Jiang Yu'an tightened his grip on Jiang Yu's arm, refusing to back down.

The father and son were locked in a standoff in front of everyone.

Jiang Ruoruo stood not far away, biting her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

Jiang Yu lay on the broad shoulder, gasping for breath in pain.

The fall was staged, but she underestimated the power of the collapsing five-story crystal champagne tower.

My left forearm was burning and bleeding profusely, as a sharp piece of glass was embedded in my flesh.

As soon as the muscles are slightly stretched, excruciating pain shoots straight to the forehead.

This time, she was in so much pain that she broke out in a cold sweat.

If this drags on any longer, she'll lose too much blood and faint.

Jiang Yu rested her head on Jiang Yu'an's chest and tugged at his shirt buttons a couple of times.

"Brother, let's listen to Dad."

Her voice was weak and trembling, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"I'm fine... Ouch, you stay here with Ruoruo. I'll have Uncle Chen take it."

Jiang Yu'an lowered her head.

Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, dark pupils stared at her face.

Jiang Yu's cold sweat on her forehead and her lips, pale with pain, were unmistakable.

"Where's Old Chen?" Father Jiang took the opportunity to pat him on the back. "Drive the car to the front gate."