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

Jiang Yu's mind was buzzing.

The little ball of light is still screaming.

[Red Alert! Red Alert! Host, Jiang Yu'an, who is not the target of your romance, has unlocked a hidden route!]

"Shut up."

Jiang Yu roared at it in her mind.

The little ball of light looked aggrieved: "I'm just a system; I never expected your brother to be able to overtake me like this."

Jiang Yu'an's hand was still resting on the side of her neck by the bed.

The mark, covered by concealer, was warmed by his fingertips through a thin layer of powder.

Jiang Yu's back was already pressed against the headboard, with nowhere left to retreat.

"elder brother."

Her throat was dry. "Are you too tired?"

Jiang Yu'an looked at her.

"Didn't something happen at the company? You've been in meetings all day, and when people are tired, they tend to talk nonsense. Go back and get some sleep; you'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow."

She spoke faster and faster.

Jiang Yu'an didn't laugh.

He withdrew his hand and stood up straight.

The bedside lamp cast his long shadow on the blanket.

Jiang Yu hugged the blanket, her heart pounding with anxiety.

She would rather Jiang Yu'an scold her right now.

They scolded her for being shameless, for being promiscuous, and for being out of her mind.

Both are better than the previous statement, "You're not my biological sister."

That statement crossed the line.

She crossed the line to the point where she couldn't find the right expression.

Jiang Yu'an bent down and picked up the buttons from her thin cardigan that had fallen to the ground.

When she stepped back, the top button popped off.

He placed the buttons on the bedside table.

Go to bed early.

Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment.

"You... just left?"

"Otherwise what?"

Jiang Yu'an picked up the coat from the back of the chair and draped it over her arm.

He paused at the door but didn't turn around.

"Jiang Yu, I'll give you time to think."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Think it through, and stop lying to me."

The door was closed.

Click.

The sound wasn't loud.

Jiang Yu was so startled by the sound of the door closing that she sat on the bed for a long time without moving.

The little ball of light poked half its head out of her head.

[Host, he's gone. Are you alright?]

Do I look like one?

[No. You sound like you've just been told you have an advanced calculus exam tomorrow.]

Jiang Yu grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it.

It’s over.

It's really over.

Jiang Yu'an has gone mad.

So, he controls her so tightly because he likes her?

These four words, when they were in her mind, gave Jiang Yu goosebumps.

No, that's absurd.

Just a few months ago, before Jiang Ruoruo returned to the Jiang family with the paternity test results, Jiang Yu'an was clearly a perfectly normal older brother.

He was indeed very strict back then, but it was the strictness of an elder brother who was like a father to his children; the underlying tone was warm.

During her first year of high school, she was vain and went to a concert in a short skirt with bare legs on a snowy winter day.

Jiang Yu'an didn't stop her; he just parked his car outside the venue and waited for her for three hours after work.

She shivered as she got into the car.

While coldly scolding her, "You'll suffer when you're old," Jiang Yu'an turned the car's heater up to the maximum.

He also wrapped his own cashmere scarf, still warm from his body, tightly around her neck.

During her freshman year, she attended a welcome party, and a boy shamelessly insisted on escorting her back to her dorm.

Jiang Yu'an happened to be passing by when he came to see her and witnessed that scene.

He didn't get angry, nor did he investigate the boy's background.

He simply shoved the hot milk tea he'd bought for her into her hand and tapped her on the forehead:

"Be more discerning when looking for a boyfriend. Forget about the kind who can't even clean their own shoes properly."

Back then, Jiang Yu'an was strict and had a sharp tongue, but she was like an unbreakable mountain to lean on.

He cared for her as if she were his own sister.

But all of this came to an abrupt end a few months ago.

From the moment that paternity test report stating "excluding biological relationship" was slammed onto the coffee table.

Jiang Yu'an's gaze towards her completely changed.

After that boundary called "siblings" was broken.

He went from being a good older brother to a control freak who meddled in everything.

It's no longer about indulgence and protection, but about comprehensive interference.

She would go out to dinner with her classmates, and if it was past 9 p.m., he would always call her on time.

Her tone was unreadable, but she insisted on finding out how many boys were at her desk, what their names were, and when the party would end.

She bought a new off-the-shoulder dress.

Before she could even put it on and go out, he casually picked it out and threw it into the bottom drawer of the walk-in closet.

"This neckline is too low, you're not allowed to wear it."

He leaned against the doorframe, his tone calm, yet his command brooked no argument.

He wanted to know everything about her, including where she went, who she played with, what time she came home, and what clothes she wore.

At first, Jiang Yu thought that he felt that she, as a "fake heiress," was not worthy of bringing shame to the Jiang family, so he deliberately made faults and set rules everywhere.

But if we interpret his words as...

Jiang Yu shivered and sat up abruptly.

This isn't a brother's discipline; it's clearly a man's scrutiny of his possessions.

She grabbed her long hair and twisted it into a mess in frustration.

No, no.

She muttered to herself, "This is terrifying."

The little ball of light floated in front of her.

[Host, based on behavioral model analysis, he's had feelings for you for a long time. Before, kinship held him back, forcing him to pretend to be a good older brother. Now that those constraints are gone, he's completely crossed the line.]

Jiang Yu covered her face.

I won't listen.

But host, running away won't solve the problem.

"We'll try to solve this as soon as possible."

What should Huo Li do then?

Jiang Yu stopped moving.

Huo Li.

The name abruptly pulled her wandering thoughts back to reality.

Does she like Huo Li?

I hadn't had time to think about it seriously, but my body gave me the honest answer first.

Touch him, and he'll live.

I feel safe when I see him.

On the second floor of that dilapidated auto repair shop, the fan creaked, occasional noises came from the hallway, and even the mattress was rock hard.

But when he held her, she wasn't afraid and slept more soundly than on the soft bed at the Jiang family's house.

Jiang Yu hugged her knees and asked in a muffled voice, "System, do you think I'm a bit of a jerk?"

The small ball of light remained still for two seconds.

[Based on the professional standards of strategy guides, the host is currently forced to survive and does not constitute subjective scum. You did not actively provoke Jiang Yu'an; he forcibly initiated this situation.]

Jiang Yu looked up.

"So what do we do now?"

[The core objective remains unchanged: continue pursuing Huo Li. As for Jiang Yu'an's storyline, it's recommended to leave it alone.]

"What should we do?"

[Spend less time alone with him, and avoid confronting him. Don't wear Huo Li's clothes in front of him, and don't let him see any suspicious marks.]

Jiang Yu: "..."

"Your last two points can be engraved on my forehead."

That night, Jiang Yu slept very restlessly.

In her dream, Jiang Yu'an threw away her skirt.

A moment later, Huo Li sat by the new bed and asked her, "Does it hurt?"