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

"Jiang Yu, don't think that just because your older brother is nice to you now, you can stay in this family with a clear conscience."

Jiang Ruoruo's voice was extremely low, yet it carried a hint of malice.

"You are not a daughter of the Jiang family, and the blood of the Jiang family does not flow in your veins. You will never change that."

"No, I'm not."

Jiang Yu nodded, her tone perfunctory.

"so what?"

Jiang Ruoruo didn't expect her to climb up the pole so quickly, and she got stuck for a moment.

Jiang Yu put the milk glass back on the table.

"What are you trying to say? Are you saying I'm not good enough? Are you saying I should know better and pack my bags and get out of here?"

She raised her chin.

"Or is it that I stole your own brother's attention, making you so upset that you can't sleep at night, and you can only come to me for validation?"

Jiang Ruoruo's face turned pale and then red.

His breathing became rapid.

Jiang Yu leaned back, the chair back supporting her slender back.

"Jiang Ruoruo, are you especially envious of me?"

That's even worse than being directly insulted.

Jiang Ruoruo gripped the silk napkin on the table tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"I envy you? You're just a fake who's taken over someone else's place, what's there for me to envy!"

"I envy that I've called Jiang Yu'an 'brother' for twenty years."

Jiang Yu counted on her fingers, explaining each word clearly to her.

"I envy him for only holding parent-teacher conferences for me in the past, and I envy him for waiting for me for three hours outside a concert in the heavy snow."

He envied my injury, so he rushed to take me to the hospital.

She paused for a moment.

Looking at Jiang Ruoruo's pale face, every word was like a knife to the heart.

"You're more envious, even though you're the younger sister, blood is thicker than water."

But when he gets home from get off work, the first thing he always does is knock on my door.

The innocent mask on Jiang Ruoruo's face completely crumbled.

"Shut up!"

"Did you hit a nerve?" Jiang Yu tilted her head to look at her.

"When you first returned to the Jiang family, didn't you always talk about blood ties?"

What, it's not working now? Your own brother doesn't love you, and you blame me?

The restaurant entrance.

Wang Ma was holding a plate of sliced ​​peaches, her steps frozen in place.

Neither advancing nor retreating is an option.

Jiang Yu caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye and casually waved to it.

"Wang Ma, put the fruit platter here. Don't worry, my sister and I are catching up this morning."

Wang Ma swallowed hard.

The way they're exchanging these emotions is no different from stabbing each other with knives in their hands.

Jiang Ruoruo's eyes immediately reddened.

Moisture welled up in her eyes.

This is her best trick: holding back her tears.

With that delicate and pitiful face, Jiang Yu was sure to get scolded whenever her mother or father was present.

But today only Jiang Yu is here.

Jiang Yu didn't buy it at all.

She now watches that damned countdown to her life every day with trepidation.

He had to rack his brains to create physical contact with that rough guy at the auto repair shop to prolong his life, and then he still had to deal with Jiang Yu'an when he got back.

Jiang Ruoruo, on the contrary, insisted on walking right into the line of fire.

"Sister, don't be too smug."

Jiang Ruoruo choked back tears, but her voice was filled with ruthlessness.

"You really think you can cling to the Jiang family forever? You were nowhere to be seen all day yesterday, and when you came back, you weren't even wearing your own clothes. Don't think I don't know!"

Jiang Yu's eyelids twitched heavily.

Jiang Ruoruo stared at her neck.

"What can that random guy out there give you? You don't really think you can just find some lowlife with no connections and he'll be your sucker, do you?"

She had tracked down Jiang Yu's whereabouts.

The urban village in the south of the city doesn't even have complete surveillance footage; they only found that Jiang Yu went into a run-down car repair shop.

This was enough for her to conclude that Jiang Yu was having an ambiguous relationship with low-level thugs outside.

Jiang Yu's face turned cold.

"Who are you calling a scoundrel?"

"Isn't that right?"

Jiang Ruoruo gritted her teeth.

"If he really had any shame, why didn't he dare bring him back to the Jiang family to show himself? He's just a poor, lowly car mechanic who's not presentable!"

Upon hearing the words "poor mechanic," Jiang Yu calmed down.

Huo Li was indeed poor, living in a dilapidated building in an urban village, and he treated her to wontons from a street vendor.

But he was the only person she could touch and survive, the one who would roughly bandage her wounds.

It's much more real than the glittering cage of the Jiang family.

Jiang Yu tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her tone cold and indifferent.

"So what if he's a mechanic? His beat-up Wuling is better than him having to put up with your attitude in this house."

Whether he can be considered for a prominent position is none of your business.

Jiang Ruoruo sneered: "You really think of yourself as a Cinderella in distress?"

Why would you give up a perfectly good life and expect a lowly man to save you?

Jiang Yu was too lazy to argue with her anymore.

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Jiang Yu took it out to look at it. The screen lit up.

Huo Li: [What should we have for lunch?]

It's a very simple sentence.

But as Jiang Yu looked at the screen, the knot of frustration that Jiang Ruoruo had stirred up in her chest suddenly dissipated by more than half.

She typed, head down: "Haven't decided yet. I'm tired of Wang Ma's congee with preserved egg and lean pork."

Huo Li: [Keep your arms dry and eat less seafood.]

Jiang Yu pouted, her fingers flying across the keyboard: 【How come you're even more nosy than my mother?】

After sending it, she stared at the screen and waited.

It showed "typing" intermittently.

It's like those rough, large hands awkwardly pressing keys on a phone keyboard.

Half a minute later, the message popped up.

Huo Li: [I'm your man. Not your mother.]

"cough--"

Jiang Yu almost choked on her saliva before she could catch her breath.

The temperature at the base of my ears suddenly flared up and spread directly to my neck.

The little ball of light set off fireworks in her mind:

[Ding! Detected that the target has actively established a sense of belonging and provided high-intensity emotional value! Host is advised to engage in offline interaction as soon as possible!]

She looked at the words on the screen.

My fingers holding the phone couldn't help but feel hot, and I couldn't suppress the smile on my lips.

Jiang Ruoruo sat opposite her, watching Jiang Yu's originally icy face.

After looking at her phone, a blush suddenly rose to her cheeks; she couldn't hide the shy, lovestruck woman's demeanor.

Jiang Ruoruo was so jealous she was practically oozing sour juice.

"That wild man again?" Jiang Ruoruo suddenly stood up.

"Jiang Yu, aren't you ashamed! Do you believe I'll tell Mom and Dad and let them see how shameless you are!"

Jiang Yu slammed her phone face down on the table, her smile vanishing.

"Go ahead and sue."

She pointed in the direction of the gate.

"The door's over there, hurry up. If you think saying it isn't vivid enough, I can lend you a megaphone."

"You—" Jiang Ruoruo trembled with anger.

"Do you think your brother would still treat you the same way if he knew you were having an affair with another man?"

Jiang Yu was about to retort.

Suddenly, the beeping sound of the combination lock opening came from the entryway.

The sound of leather shoes on the solid wood floor was steady and unhurried.

Jiang Yu's back straightened instantly.

Jiang Yu'an walked in.

A dark gray haute couture suit was draped over his arm, and the shirt cuffs were neatly rolled up to his forearms, revealing a section of his strong wrist.

He held several documents in his hand, his eyes showing the weariness of staying up all night.

But the intense sense of oppression emanating from him remained undiminished.

He stood at the edge of the living room, his gaze traveling down the hallway to the dining room.