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Real or Fake Missy : I Have a Piece of Godly Land

The Cheng family finally found the real daughter who had been wandering the streets. Cheng Ling, the fake daughter who had been wrongly adopted for eighteen years, instantly became the family's joke. The real heiress was very domineering and the fake heiress was soon despised by the family. Many people were waiting to see the fake daughter make a fool of herself, but they realized… The world's top medical expert: "May I know where Miss Cheng Ling, who was kicked out of the house, is? I begged her for a long time and she finally agreed to give me a chance to meet her." International idol Best Actor Tang: "Miss Cheng Ling, can you sell me another grape? Just one will do. After eating your grape, my voice is getting much more beautiful." The famous godfather of the Mafia said, "Miss Cheng Ling, can you sell me one of your cucumbers? I was seriously injured in my early years and it's hard for me to recover. Only your cucumbers can save me." Soon, everyone realized that almost all the rich and powerful families in the world had a favor to ask of the fake daughter, Cheng Ling. As long as she said a word, those rich and powerful people would be willing to do anything for her. That was because Cheng Ling had a piece of divine soil in her hands. The fruits of vegetables grown from divine soil had all kinds of magical and powerful effects. Third Master Qin, who was feared by all the aristocrats in the world and was rumored to be extremely cold and ruthless, pretended to be pitiful in front of Cheng Ling. "Ling Ling, my chest hurts. Come, come, come. Stay here tonight. When I take off my clothes, you can take a good look at me…" Cheng Ling: "Stay away from me, don't get in the way of my farming."

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170 Chs

Chrysanthemum Tea

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Old Master Cheng's body was not in good condition, to begin with. He had caught a cold. As soon as the wind blew, he began to cough non-stop. The more he coughed, the more severe it became. His entire body was trembling.

Cheng Ling walked to the edge of the field and picked up a teacup and washed it. Then, she poured a cup of tea and handed it to Old Master Cheng.

"Drink some. It's chrysanthemum tea made from my chrysanthemum."

"Is your cup clean?"

"Are you going to drink it or not?" Cheng Ling's patience was running out.

Old Master Cheng coughed so hard that his throat was sore. He needed a cup of tea to moisten his throat.

He could only take the cup from Cheng Ling's hand and drink the tea in one gulp.

The temperature of the water was just right. It was neither hot nor cold.

After drinking it, Old Master Cheng felt that the itchiness in his throat had disappeared. He was very comfortable now.