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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
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1910 Chs

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Editor: Henyee Translations

Song Zhi wiped his face. It was useless to hear that his father could live for five to six years more since his father would be unable to speak or do anything.

Fu Cheng did not take notice of Song Zhi's reaction. He simply asked. "Did your niece give Old Master Song treatment?"

Song Zhi had mentioned that Huo Yao was his niece.

Song Zhi snapped out of his thoughts. He pursed his lips and shook his head. "I hate to speak ill of anyone, but she refused to treat my father."

Fu Cheng was caught by surprise. "You mean it was not her? Is there anyone else capable of treating Old Master Song?"

Song Zhi raised his head to look at Fu Cheng. He smiled sadly. "No, she didn't. My father recovered by himself."

Fu Cheng did not think Old Master Song was capable of recovering on his own, but Song Zhi did not seem to be lying. He said, "In that case, this is considered as a medical miracle."