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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

Stressed Over Her Language Test

Editor: Henyee Translations

The invigilator came in before long and handed out the test paper.

The language test was conducted in the morning.

Huo Yao felt stressed as she held the language test paper in her hand.

Huo Yao hated language most out of all the subjects. She could not help recalling how those old geezers from her clan had tortured her in her young age. The room full of ancient Sanskrit books was a recurring childhood nightmare for her.

Ever since she took over this body, she instinctively disliked language and tended to do poorly in the subject. She got goosebumps the moment she looked at the densely packed words on the test paper.

Huo Yao quietly sighed. Despite her resistance, she picked up her pen and started writing slowly.

Although it appeared as though she finished the entire test, she was… uncertain of her accuracy.

The Mathematics test was conducted in the afternoon, and it was a subject that best displayed Huo Yao's talents.