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

Jiang Yu'an didn't leave.

He stood by the bed and looked at her for a while longer.

Jiang Yu's toes curled up under the covers as she was stared at, her hand still pressing down on her phone under the pillow, afraid that Huo Li would call and send her to her grave.

"Brother, is there anything else?" She pulled the blanket up a little higher.

Jiang Yu'an's gaze fell on her pale lips.

She barely ate any of the porridge she had that morning.

Jiang Ruoruo cried and cried in the restaurant, and she didn't have much of an appetite.

In the past, Jiang Yu was a picky eater, but when she was really hungry, she could hold the bowl and eat all the crab roe wontons that Wang Ma made.

Now look what's happened.

He barely ate anything, but he was always angry.

Jiang Yu'an suppressed a bit of annoyance.

The company's situation isn't finished yet. The Zhao family changed the terms at the last minute, and several suppliers are deliberately delaying the deadlines as if they had planned it together.

The study was filled with documents compiled by his subordinates; he should have just come back to pick up a file.

As soon as Ke Ren entered the house, she heard Jiang Ruoruo say "make friends outside" in the dining room, and she stopped in her tracks.

He knew he shouldn't push too hard right now.

Jiang Yu was afraid of him.

This is even more difficult to deal with than her talking back.

"I didn't eat well this morning," Jiang Yu'an said. "What would you like to eat for lunch? Ask Wang Ma to make it."

Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment.

She thought he was going to continue talking about what he had said last night.

"Big brother," Jiang Yu said cautiously, staring at him, "Aren't you... busy today?"

Jiang Yu'an straightened the magazine that had been bent over by her bedside.

"busy."

"Then why are you asking me what I'll have for lunch?"

"Is being busy conflicting with providing you with meals?"

Jiang Yu was momentarily blocked.

Row.

The heir to the Jiang family, a master of time management.

He could stir up the business world while keeping an eye on whether she was missing a few bites of rice in her bowl.

"Whatever," she said, leaning back on the pillow. "I don't have much of an appetite."

Jiang Yu'an frowned.

"There is no such dish as 'casual'."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Why does this sound so familiar?

Back when she came home from high school, she would sit at the dining table and say "anything is fine," and Jiang Yu'an would tap her on the head with his hand and coldly make her name the dishes.

She had an even bigger temper back then, insisting on eating the stars in the sky.

The next day, the kitchen actually made a plate of star-shaped potato pancakes.

Jiang Yu'an stood by the dining table, expressionless, and said, "Eat up. If you can't pick the ones in the sky, you can dig them up from the ground."

Thinking of this, Jiang Yu's tangled thoughts were once again tugged at.

She didn't want to recall it.

Once you start reminiscing, it becomes very difficult to completely push away the person in front of you.

But what was said last night is really hard to digest.

Jiang Yu lowered her head, clutching the corner of the blanket, and mumbled, "Crab roe wontons."

Jiang Yu'an responded.

"No cilantro."

"Um."

"I'd also like sweet lotus root with osmanthus."

"Can."

"And fried pork belly."

Jiang Yu'an looked at her.

Jiang Yu rested her chin on the blanket, meeting his gaze with a straight face: "My wound hurts, I need to replenish my happiness."

He stared at her for a few seconds, but didn't scold her.

Eat less fried food.

"Then why did you ask me what I wanted to eat?"

Jiang Yu'an was stunned by her retort.

In the end, he only left behind the words: "I told Wang Ma to use less oil."

Jiang Yu complained, "Crispy pork with little oil is called noodles."

Jiang Yu'an smiled.

A very short laugh.

Jiang Yu buried her face in the blanket, pretending not to see.

Jiang Yu'an turned and walked out.

He stopped when he put his hand on the doorknob.

"I'll come and call you when it's time for lunch."

Jiang Yu immediately refused: "No need, I can go down myself."

"You'll sleep through it."

"I have an alarm clock."

"Last time your alarm went off three times, and in the end, it was Aunt Wang who came up to knock on the door."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Why should so many people keep a record of her life?

Jiang Yu'an didn't say anything more and pushed the door open to leave.

After the door closed, the footsteps faded into the distance, heading towards the study.

Jiang Yu maintained her feigned-sleep posture for three seconds, made sure there was no movement outside, and quickly took out her phone from under her pillow.

On the screen, Huo Li's message was still displayed.

Don't wander off tonight. I'm coming to find you.

She was interrupted by Jiang Yu'an and hasn't replied yet.

Jiang Yu sat up cross-legged and typed rapidly with her fingers.

My brother is home.

After thinking for a moment, I added another sentence.

[He must have taken some kind of medicine today; he suddenly wasn't busy anymore and even said he'd come to call me for lunch himself.]

After sending it, she stared at the screen.

Huo Li replied quickly.

Is he in the study?

Jiang Yu was slightly taken aback.

How did you guess?

Huo Li: [This kind of person doesn't sleep when they get home; they're either in their study or interrogating people.]

Jiang Yu was amused.

You know a lot.

Huo Li: [I've met a few who deserve a beating.]

Jiang Yu stopped laughing halfway through.

She typed.

【Why are you coming tonight? The main entrance definitely won't do. The security guard recognizes faces, and the bodyguards are here too.】

Huo Li: [Window.]

Jiang Yu: "..."

The little ball of light popped out from behind the bedside table, its tone full of satisfaction.

[Host, I told you climbing through the window was the best option. The male lead suggested it himself, saving us the trouble of communication.]

Jiang Yu covered her face.

"Can't you two have a bit of modern civilized awareness?"

Data matching shows that climbing through a window is considered a classic romantic gesture in dating strategies.

"This is a villa on a hillside, not a secret rendezvous between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai."

Historical records show that Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai failed to extend their lives; the host should learn from this lesson.

Jiang Yu choked.

My phone vibrated again.

Huo Li: [Which side of your room is it?]

Jiang Yu walked to the window, lifted the curtain, and looked down.

The height from the second floor to the ground is not low.

The banyan tree is on the right, its branches close to the outer edge of the balcony.

When she went outside last time, Jiang Yu'an noticed the scratches.

This man may be a pervert, but he's very professional at investigating crime scenes.

Jiang Yu took a picture and sent it over.

See this tree? Come up from here.

Huo Li: [Can we open the window?]

【able.】

Is there surveillance footage?

Jiang Yu thought for a moment.

There is a garden, but this side is a blind spot.

After sending it, she added more.

However, Jiang Yu'an is very observant of details. Be careful not to scratch the tree bark, step on the flowerbeds, or leave any footprints.

Huo Li paused for a few seconds.

Did I come to see you, or to conduct traceless exploration?

Jiang Yu bit her lower lip to suppress a laugh.

【I want both. My life is more important.】

Huo Li: [Your life?]

Jiang Yu's fingertips stopped.

The matter of extending the system's lifespan cannot be mentioned.

She edited and revised it repeatedly before finally sending it over.

My life, my dog's life, my hard-won precious life.

Huo Li: [What time do you go to bed at night?]

Jiang Yu: [The patient can sleep anytime.]

Huo Li: [Your brother.]

Jiang Yu glanced towards the door.

The study is quiet.

Jiang Yu'an's sleep schedule is irregular.

When things get busy, they work through the night; when things are quiet, they're not exactly idle either.

He was called away at 2 a.m. last night, but came back this morning.

He should be exhausted, but he didn't seem to be about to collapse at all.

It's hard to say. If he's still home tonight, it'll be troublesome.

Huo Li: [We'll wait.]

Two simple words.

Jiang Yu stared at the screen, her ears feeling a little hot.

The little ball of light came closer.

[Host, the male lead's line feels very comforting. We suggest a sweeter reply to increase emotional connection.]

Jiang Yu humbly asked, "How is it sweet?"

The little ball of light cleared its non-existent throat.

For example: Brother, wait for me, I'm going to take a nice bath.

Jiang Yu's expression cracked.

"Were you trained from some weird database?"

[These are high-click dating lines.]

"Is it the kind of thing that gets reported if you click on it?"