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

Jiang Yu froze on the spot, the hairs on the back of her head standing on end.

Jiang Ruoruo's voice came from outside the door, while Huo Li, who had just climbed in through the window, entered the room.

What the hellish hellscape is this?

The two looked at each other.

Jiang Yu's eyes widened, and she gestured wildly with her right hand.

Bathroom! Quick!

Huo Li reacted quickly.

He took a long stride and slipped into the bathroom, coat and all, without making a sound.

Just before closing the door, he glanced back at Jiang Yu.

The meaning in his eyes was clear: win her over.

Jiang Yu rubbed her temples, forcibly suppressing her wildly beating heart.

She first went to the window and drew the curtains tightly to make sure there wasn't a single gap.

Then he walked to the bedside and turned on the dimly lit bedside lamp.

After doing all this, she slowly walked to the door and put her hand on the doorknob.

Outside the door, Jiang Ruoruo knocked twice more.

"Sister? Are you asleep? I heard noises coming from your room."

Jiang Yu cursed inwardly, "Dog ears."

She flung open the door.

Jiang Ruoruo stood at the door wearing a white silk nightgown.

His face held just the right amount of worry.

"Sister, you..."

"If you're not sleeping in the middle of the night, you'd better have something extremely important to say."

Jiang Yu crossed her arms and interrupted her, her tone laced with suppressed anger.

The pink bunny pajamas she was wearing, paired with her impatient expression, created an inexplicable sense of incongruity.

Jiang Ruoruo was speechless for a moment, and her eyes immediately reddened.

"I...I have something I want to tell you. Mom just came back and said that people from the second branch of the Huo family are coming over tomorrow."

Jiang Yu frowned as she listened.

"What are you doing here? Can't afford to eat, so you're coming to our house for a free meal?"

"elder sister!"

Jiang Ruoruo stomped her foot, her voice trembling with tears.

"How can you say that! The Huo family is here to propose marriage!"

She emphasized the words "marriage proposal".

While speaking, he secretly observed Jiang Yu's expression, hoping to see even the slightest hint of jealousy or resentment on her face.

"Huo Ming'an and his parents will be coming to formally discuss my engagement with him."

Mom asked me to remind you to behave tomorrow and not cause any trouble.

Jiang Ruoruo lowered her eyes, putting on a wronged yet kind expression.

"After all... after all, this marriage was arranged by your parents. I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable about it, and then..."

After listening, Jiang Yu yawned.

She was really sleepy.

It wasn't an act.

Dealing with Jiang Ruoruo is more tiring than running five kilometers on a treadmill for her.

"Are you done talking?" Jiang Yu asked.

Jiang Ruoruo was stunned, not expecting her to react this way.

"I'm done talking..."

"Oh." Jiang Yu nodded.

"Then you can go."

She was about to close the door when she said that.

Jiang Ruoruo panicked and reached out to brace herself against the door.

"Sister, don't you have anything to say?"

"What did you say?" Jiang Yu looked at her, puzzled.

"Congratulations? Wishing you a speedy birth of your child? Or wishing you a long and happy marriage?"

"you!"

"I'm not interested in him, and I'm even less interested in your engagement."

Jiang Yu leaned against the door frame, her eyes filled with a look of utter disdain that seemed to say, "Are you sick?"

"I don't even know if Huo Ming'an is round or flat, so what's there to be uncomfortable about? What does it matter to me who you marry? I don't lack men."

Jiang Ruoruo's face turned pale and then flushed.

What she feared most was not Jiang Yu's fuss, but Jiang Yu's indifference.

The less Jiang Yu cared, the less audience she had for her "real heiress reclaiming her rightful marriage" act.

Performing a solo act is unsightly.

Jiang Ruoruo finally blurted out, "Stop being stubborn! You're just jealous!"

"Yes, yes, I'm so jealous I could die."

Jiang Yu waved her hand dismissively.

"Alright? You can go back to sleep now. Goodnight, see you later."

With a "bang".

The door was closed tightly in front of Jiang Ruoruo.

She was left alone in the corridor, trembling with anger.

inside the room.

Jiang Yu leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

[Host, the enemy has retreated.]

A small ball of light popped into her mind.

[A complete victory in this psychological battle.]

"Even winning is tiring." Jiang Yu rubbed her temples.

"She's like a perpetual motion machine; she can't live without causing trouble every day."

Jiang Yu turned and walked towards the bathroom.

I knocked on the door.

"The person is gone."

The bathroom door opened a crack, and Huo Li walked out.

He was so tall and the bathroom was so small that his appearance made the whole room seem crowded.

"The Huo family?"

Huo Li spoke, his voice deep and resonant.

He heard everything clearly from inside.

"Um."

Jiang Yu walked to the bedside, sat down, and poured herself a glass of water.

"Some second wife, named Huo Ming'an. He insists I was engaged to someone before, he's insane."

Huo Li looked down at her, his eyes swirling with emotion.

Huo Ming'an, that cousin who's not very bright.

He hadn't expected that the second branch of the family had indeed already gotten involved with the Jiang family.

"Have you seen him?"

"Even ghosts have seen him."

Jiang Yu took a sip of water and pursed her lips.

"I find these names unlucky. They're both surnamed Huo, but the difference is so huge."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Huo Li, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"We still prefer the sound of Master Huo."

Huo Li's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't respond.

He walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked outside.

Make sure no one is outside.

Jiang Yu looked at his tall, straight back, dressed in all black, blending into the shadows of the room, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

The tense atmosphere outside the door had dissipated, and now only the two of them remained.

The ambiguous, lingering scent in the air began to emanate again, in wisps and strands.

"that……"

Jiang Yu cleared her throat.

"I was just trying to annoy her, don't take it seriously."

Huo Li turned around and leaned against the windowsill.

Which sentence?

"Just like that saying, we don't lack men."

"oh."

Huo Li looked down at him.

I don't believe it.

Jiang Yu was speechless.

How come this man is such a good conversationalist now?

She decided to give up entirely, sitting cross-legged on the bed with her chin raised.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. Anyway, whoever wants that Huo Ming'an can have him. I already have someone else."

A slight smile appeared in Huo Li's dark eyes.

He didn't say anything, but strode towards her.

One step, two steps.

The shoes made little noise on the soft carpet, yet each step felt like stepping on Jiang Yu's heartbeat.

As she watched him approach, she instinctively shrank back.

"What are you hiding from?"

Huo Li stood by her bedside.

His tall figure blocked the light from the bedside lamp, completely enveloping her in his own shadow.

"I didn't dodge," Jiang Yu insisted.

"The person is gone."

Huo Li leaned down, bracing himself on the mattress beside her with one hand, trapping her between himself and the headboard.

The distance between the two instantly closed.

The scent emanating from him, a mixture of cold wind and a faint smell of tobacco, swept over us.

Jiang Yu even forgot to breathe.

"Now," Huo Li's voice was very close.

"It's time to get down to business."