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

Jiang Yu put away her phone and looked up, just in time to see Huo Ming'an walking towards her.

He clutched the rolled-up script in his hand, his gloomy expression vanishing, replaced by a gentle one.

"Jiang Yu, I was wrong just now. Tonight we're all working for the academy, let's not bring our personal feelings into this."

Jiang Yu flipped through the schedule: "Who has personal feelings to share with you?"

Huo Ming'an choked, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He took a step forward.

"I just wanted to ask you to check my blocking during the rehearsal later."

"Can't you see?"

"..."

Huo Ming'an took a deep breath and spoke, suppressing his temper.

"This is the student council's work arrangement."

"The host's positioning diagram was sent to the group chat two hours ago."

Jiang Yu opened the flowchart and tapped the diagram on it with the tip of her pen.

"Top left, bottom right. The red dot is you, the green dot is Jiang Ruoruo. If you don't understand, let the Literature and Art Department teach you. Don't come to me, I'm afraid you'll try to scam me."

Huo Ming'an's gentle demeanor completely crumbled.

He gritted his teeth.

"Jiang Yu! Do you need to be so wary of me?"

Jiang Yu looked up: "Then don't do anything that makes me wary."

In short, Huo Ming'an had no answer.

He stared at Jiang Yu for a few seconds, then turned and left.

Lin Xingran strolled over from the light stand next to her and nudged Jiang Yu with her elbow.

"Something's off about this jerk."

"Um."

Be careful.

Jiang Yu closed the flowchart and tossed it aside.

"I'm not afraid of him coming openly, I'm afraid he won't come at all."

Her gaze swept toward the communal clothing rack in the corner.

All the formal gowns are hanging over there tonight.

White, pink, and light blue, with similar designs.

The white dress that Jiang Ruoruo had insisted on giving her was now in a transparent dust bag, hanging quietly on the far side of the shelf.

Jiang Yu raised her hand and beckoned to a junior from the props team.

"Could you do me a favor?"

The younger student recognized her and nodded, "Senior, please speak."

Jiang Yu walked over, picked up the bag containing the skirt, and handed it to her junior.

"This outfit was delivered to the wrong person. Go ask the etiquette team if anyone needs a spare outfit. Remember, don't mention my name."

Lin Xingran's eyelids twitched, and she leaned closer and lowered her voice.

"Are you going to throw the grenade back?"

"No," Jiang Yu curled her lips, "I'm just returning it to the backstage area."

"What if nobody wears it?"

"Then consider it lucky."

But how come no one is wearing the things that Jiang Ruoruo has painstakingly prepared?

Less than ten minutes later, the junior student came running back.

"Senior, Zhou Man took the dress. She said she couldn't find Senior Jiang Ruoruo's spare dress, so she'll have to use this one for now."

Lin Xingran almost burst out laughing: "Zhou Man? Is that the Zhou family heiress who just spoke up for Jiang Ruoruo?"

Jiang Yu nodded: "Yeah. Quite loyal."

"Incredible, did she know that dress was a bomb?"

"She doesn't know." Jiang Yu turned and walked towards the side monitor. "But Jiang Ruoruo does."

There are still twenty minutes until the rehearsal begins in the auditorium.

Jiang Yu looked into the distance.

Jiang Ruoruo is talking to Zhou Man.

Zhou Man hugged the bag, a hint of smugness on her face, as if she had snatched something good.

Jiang Ruoruo's expression changed.

She reached out to take the bag back, but Zhou Man didn't give it to her.

The two tugged at each other for a few moments.

Finally, Zhou Man shook off her hand, hugged the dress with a displeased expression, and went into the changing room.

Lin Xingran rubbed her hands together excitedly.

"They're fighting amongst themselves?"

Jiang Yu unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and then picked up the walkie-talkie to test the connection.

"Don't rush, the real show hasn't even started yet."

Six o'clock sharp.

The auditorium lights came on.

The rehearsal officially began.

Jiang Ruoruo and Huo Ming'an stood in the center of the stage.

She was wearing that light pink dress, and Huo Ming'an, dressed in a suit, stood next to her.

One was delicate and innocent, the other was pretentious and shady.

The student council members in the audience were busy adjusting their microphones.

Jiang Yu stood behind the left-hand curtain with a walkie-talkie in hand, and a crackling noise came from her earpiece.

She pressed the call button.

"Lights set ready."

"Lowering the volume by two notches creates an echo."

"The etiquette team will now take the stage for a trial run."

Music as the entry point.

Zhou Man, wearing that awful white dress, walked proudly in the front row.

The dress is indeed beautiful and extremely form-fitting.

To accentuate her figure, Zhou Man used safety pins in the dressing room to pull the waistline inward an inch further.

The belt tightened around her waist, making her incredibly slender, and she exuded extreme confidence.

Jiang Yu looked at the screen on the monitor.

With each step Zhou Man took, the fabric at her waist was stretched to its limit.

Lin Xingran leaned close to the monitor, clicking her tongue in amazement.

"This woman is ruthless. Does she want to die even faster?"

Jiang Yu put the earphones in her ears.

"Respect other people's choices."

The ceremonial team lined up in two rows and walked up the side steps to the stage.

First step, nothing's wrong.

The second step was also fine.

Reaching the third step, you'll find yourself directly facing the center of the audience seating area.

The junior student in front of Zhou Man was walking a bit fast, so in order to keep up, Zhou Man took a larger step.

"Sizzle—!"

The crisp sound of tearing silk echoed through the auditorium.

Several students in the front row looked up at the same time, and even the person in charge of adjusting the microphones below the stage stopped what they were doing.

Zhou Man froze on the spot, glanced down, and her face instantly turned pale.

The fabric on the side of the waist ripped open, and most of the stitching inside broke.

In a panic, she reached out to pull, but the more she pulled, the more messy it became, and the lining of her chest loosened as well.

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

Lin Xingran stood to the side and clicked her tongue.

"Oh no, this is really bad."

Jiang Yu didn't reply, but pressed the intercom button directly.

"Dim the lights, etiquette team pause, props team get your coats."

The commands were issued quickly and steadily.

The counselors all glanced in this direction.

Jiang Yu ignored it and tossed her light jacket to the junior next to her.

"Put this on Zhou Man, quickly."

The junior student took off running and rushed forward.

Zhou Man was in a panic, standing on the steps, caught between a rock and a hard place.

Her face turned bright red, and tears streamed down her face. But with people watching her backstage and in the audience, she couldn't even cry properly.

As soon as she entered the backstage area, she broke down and screamed, "Jiang Ruoruo! Did you already know there was something wrong with this dress?"

The shrill sound instantly pierced through the entire backstage area.

Jiang Ruoruo's already pale face turned deathly white: "Manman, I didn't..."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Zhou Man was trembling with anger. "You stopped me just now, saying it was tattered junk that Jiang Yu didn't want, and wouldn't let me wear it! Did you already know this dress would tear? Did you want to see me make a fool of myself?!"

All eyes turned to Jiang Ruoruo.

Huo Ming'an rushed over from the stage: "What's going on? What's all the noise about?"

Jiang Yu, carrying the process sheet, slowly walked in from outside the crowd.

The pace wasn't fast, but every step made one's heart tighten.

She tilted her head innocently, meeting Jiang Ruoruo's despairing gaze.

"Yes, I'd like to know too..."

She looked at Jiang Ruoruo with a half-smile playing on her lips.

"Ruoruo, wasn't this dress specially prepared for me? How did it get so badly torn?"