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Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

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

Proud Old Man

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Huo Yao halted before she turned to glance at the old man. "My folks were kind enough to take you in, so don't push it."

He angrily pulled the blanket over his head again. How could Huo Yao say such things?

He should never have asked.

╭(╯^╰)╮

He was such a proud old man.

Huo Yao shook her head, ignored him, and left the room before long.

Song Ning was done cooking and was setting the table when Huo Yao came downstairs. When Song Ning saw her daughter, she asked. "Have you seen him? Was he asleep? I made him some porridge. If he isn't asleep, I will take a bowl of porridge up."

Huo Yao nodded before pulling a chair out to sit down. "It's fine. I will take it up after dinner."

"Sure," acknowledged Song Ning softly. She contemplated and added softly after a moment. "Take good care of him."

Huo Yao glanced at her mother when she heard this.