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The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Former bigshot, Ying Zijin, woke up one day as the lost daughter of the Ying family, who had been missing for fifteen years. The Ying family promptly adopted another child to replace her. Upon returning to the wealthy family, everyone mocked her for not being as clever, capable, sensible, and elegant as a fake heiress. Her parents considered her a stain on the family and warned her not to harbor any illusions of being a lady of the family. They said she should be grateful for being a foster daughter, or else they would send her away. Ying Zijin: "I'll leave then. No need to see me off." While the Ying family celebrated joyously and others waited to see the real heiress make a fool of herself, influential figures from various fields took action. The top-rated idol with the most influential fans said, "Miss Ying, just let me know if you need anything." The heir to a global economic monopoly said, "Ying family? What's that? Boss, should we just wipe them out?" The number one martial artist in the country asked, "Who dares to bully my master?" The genius teenage boy with an IQ of 228 said, "That's my sister." A man with an incredibly seductive appearance smirked lazily and casually, saying, "Sure, then call me brother-in-law." The influential figures were confused. When the real heiress' true identity was restored, it caused a sensation on the internet. The Ying family went crazy and knelt, crying and begging her to come back. The international powerhouse family said, "Sorry, let me introduce her. This is our real heiress." Reborn as a king, making a strong comeback and launching a counterattack!

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As they got closer, the mist brought by the heavy rain dispersed, and the girl's features gradually became clear.

For a moment, Fu Yunshen thought he was having a hallucination.

Who would come here in the middle of the night during a heavy downpour?

Fu Yunshen's eyelashes moved slightly, his lips curved into a smile, as if he was mocking himself with a soft voice, "Dreaming again...

Last night, he hadn't dreamt about Old Master Fu, nor about Yan Yuehua and Fu Liuying, he only dreamt of one person.

Ying Zijin.

Dreams are a miraculous thing, a manifestation of a person's subconscious.

He remembered the very first time he encountered her on the snowy streets.

He was never a good man and had killed people, his hands stained with blood during the process of seeking his enemy.

At that time, he only intended to have Nie Chao save her so that they would afterwards pass by each other like strangers.

But she didn't let anyone save her; she resolved it herself.