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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

Huo Yao Makes A Move

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

Meng Ying's phone rang.

She put down her pen and took out her phone. It was her cousin calling, so she quickly answered. "… Okay then. I'll come down to fetch you."

After Meng Ying hung up, she turned to look at Huo Yao. "Sister Big Shot, I have to go downstairs and bring my cousin up. Be back in a minute."

Huo Yao's eyes moved slightly at the perfectly timed coincidence. She nodded and said, "Sure."

Meng Ying took her phone and walked out hurriedly. Huo Yao watched as Meng Ying's silhouette disappeared through the lift doors. She got up and shut the hospital room's door.

She walked up to the bed and took out the silver needles in her bag. First, she took out the longest needle and leaned forward. She applied it to a major acupuncture point at the top of Mr. Meng's head.