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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

Unusual

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

Serene Village was a rural place, but the buildings in the village were very unusual.

The houses were made of green roofs and red tiled walls along with blue stone paths. They were expecting thatched houses, but the place was completely different from regular villages.

No one could be seen walking around the village and every single compound was tightly closed, so the place was very quiet.

It seemed as though no one was living here. However, they could clearly smell people cooking in the air.

Zhuo Yun placed his hand on his belt. He was on high alert.

It seemed very peaceful, but this alone felt strange enough.

Huo Yao said nothing seeing Zhuo Yun's reaction. Instead, she led some of the men until they reached the residence right at the end of the village.

The front door was also closed, so she raised her hand. Just as she was about to knock on the door, the wooden door opened from the inside.