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Transmigrated As the Fake Heiress

The aristocratic Lu family has produced a joke, a beautiful one, but a joke nonetheless. The daughter they have been rearing all this while turns out to be an imposter! With the real heiress returning to take her rightful place, everyone is eager to know the outcome of the imposter... Will she be able to survive in poverty after living a life of riches? Having just transmigrated, Huo Yao imagines that this experience will be pretty interesting. However, imagination and reality are always so different! Dad: "Daughter! Take this black card. It has no limit! Use it freely." Mom: "My dear Yao Yao! If you don't like this jewelry, I'll get them to change it immediately." Huo Yao: "…" Weren't they supposed to be poor and ordinary? What is with this hidden lavish behavior? Her eldest brother, an investment company's CEO: "Sis, inherit my company!" Her second brother, a top lawyer: "Whoever dares slander my sis will face the full brunt of the law!" The third brother, an international genius doctor: "Bullying my sister? Should I display the prowess of my scalpel?" Mysterious fourth brother: "My sis is the cutest!" Huo Yao: "…" What happened to being a good-for-nothing person who lives off her parents? A top aristocrat secretly changes into his cheap clothes and drives his crappy old car to her. "Baby, my heart is yours. Why don't we get married to test if I'm telling the truth or not?" Everyone who knows about it, doesn't dare say it out loud. All they can do is curse inwardly: "Bah! Keep acting! No one believes it!"

Nalanxian · Urban
Not enough ratings
1910 Chs

Better To Be Less Of A Gentleman

Editor: Henyee Translations

Huo Yao had already made arrangements in the hospital, so she went straight to the hospital ward.

A patient was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes tightly closed. Even though the patient was so weak that his chest hardly moved, the machines beside him clearly indicated that there was a heartbeat.

Huo Yao walked up beside the bed and glanced at him coldly. She pulled up a chair, sat down. She placed her fingers on Old Master Song's pulse.

After she was done taking his pulse, Min Yu spoke up in astonishment. "I thought you did not want to help them."

Huo Yao retrieved silver needles from her bag without so much as raising her head. "Wouldn't it make things interesting if he was alive?"

Old Master Song would come to no good end. Wouldn't it be great if he could see it with his own eyes?

Huo Yao had already applied acupuncture to the old man. Moments later, she said airily, "Moreover, I am a doctor, so it's my job to save him, right?"