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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

Is That... Miss Huo?

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

Min Yu pursed his lips slightly. He retrieved a black mask from his pocket and put it on before he said calmly, "It's fine.

Zhuo Yun did not insist. The two of them started walking on the footpath in the park.

Before long, they spotted a lot of men and women near a horizontal banner that said: XXX Matchmaking Event.

Zhuo Yun glanced around. "This place is full of young men and women. I don't think the Old Master is here."

Since the mask covered most of Min Yu's face and he had suppressed his cold energy a little, he did not stand out as much.

He glanced around before he veered his eyes away. "Let's go."

He turned to head out of the park.

"Uh huh," acknowledged Zhuo Yun softly.

By now, Zhuo Yun had already figured out what stunt the Old Master was trying to pull. What was he thinking by making his grandson come to a public park for a matchmaking event?