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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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His long, powerful arms pinned her against the corner of the sofa, encircling her.

The faint scent of jade and agarwood lingered around her neck and behind her ears, settling on her skin.

Light as it was, the sensation was incredibly strong.

This sudden movement, even for Ying Zijin, caused her thoughts to pause briefly.

She had never been able to predict Fu Yunshen's next move, not that she had tried.

Ying Zijin slowly lifted her head.

With this elevation, the distance between them narrowed even further.

Their foreheads touched, their breaths intertwined.

So close that even the tips of their noses brushed against each other.

She could clearly see the man's naturally charming peach-blossom eyes, slightly curved, as if brimming with an entire galaxy.

Inside them was only the reflection of her.