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The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Former bigshot, Ying Zijin, woke up one day as the lost daughter of the Ying family, who had been missing for fifteen years. The Ying family promptly adopted another child to replace her. Upon returning to the wealthy family, everyone mocked her for not being as clever, capable, sensible, and elegant as a fake heiress. Her parents considered her a stain on the family and warned her not to harbor any illusions of being a lady of the family. They said she should be grateful for being a foster daughter, or else they would send her away. Ying Zijin: "I'll leave then. No need to see me off." While the Ying family celebrated joyously and others waited to see the real heiress make a fool of herself, influential figures from various fields took action. The top-rated idol with the most influential fans said, "Miss Ying, just let me know if you need anything." The heir to a global economic monopoly said, "Ying family? What's that? Boss, should we just wipe them out?" The number one martial artist in the country asked, "Who dares to bully my master?" The genius teenage boy with an IQ of 228 said, "That's my sister." A man with an incredibly seductive appearance smirked lazily and casually, saying, "Sure, then call me brother-in-law." The influential figures were confused. When the real heiress' true identity was restored, it caused a sensation on the internet. The Ying family went crazy and knelt, crying and begging her to come back. The international powerhouse family said, "Sorry, let me introduce her. This is our real heiress." Reborn as a king, making a strong comeback and launching a counterattack!

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107 Daddy Ying, that is the ancestor of ancient martial artists [1 more update]

Her voice was the usual faint, with no noticeable intonation.

It was cold and clear, like mist drifting away with the wind.

Yet, those three words caused the air to freeze for an instant.

Jiang Ran genuinely paused: "How do you..."

His participation in the black-market boxing was something nobody had spoken of.

Moreover, this underground marketplace was unknown to most people, and they wouldn't come, especially girls.

Of course, Xiu Yu was an exception, she often came here to race.

Ying Zijin didn't respond, but repeated one more time: "Step down."

Two words, brooking no doubt.

This time Jiang Ran was sure; she was talking to him.

If it were any other time, he would have been furious, but now—

He glanced at his mummified foot again, hit the wall in frustration, and with a darkened face, picked up his crutches and stood aside.