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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

Something Had Changed About Her

Editor: Henyee Translations

Min Yu did not eat much. He put down his chopsticks and asked. "Did your older brother call?"

Huo Yao nodded. She paused for a couple of seconds and said, "It's fine for me to go back a little later."

A discreet smile appeared on his face as Min Yu looked at her intently.

He waved the eatery owner over and footed the bill.

*

By the time Huo Yao got home, 30 minutes had already passed. Her fair face was now slightly ruddy, especially her lips which were radiant.

Song Ning scrutinized her daughter closely. Something had changed about Huo Yao after she got home. Her eyes suddenly landed on her daughter's neck as she asked. "Did you wear a scarf when you went out?"

Huo Yao straightened her scarf calmly and replied. "Yes, I did."

"Oh really?" Song Ning had a nagging feeling that she was missing something here.

She did not recall her daughter owning a scarf in this color.