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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!"

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1910 Chs

Apothecaries’ Exam

Éditeur: Henyee Translations

Pei Rong shrugged and answered. "I heard he caused a medicine maker to explode recently."

Fu Cheng recalled He Shu looking very disheveled. He probably looked that way because he had been burning the midnight oil. He scoffed gently and said, "Things can't go as he wishes forever."

Pei Rong lowered his eyes and smiled. He chimed in. "It's true. Sometimes, it really comes down to pure talent."

Fu Cheng liked hearing what Pei Rong said, so he felt better. "After we are done with the exam we should hang out more and talk about Chinese medicine."

Pei Rong had every intention of getting close to Fu Cheng. After all, he was the deputy chairman's disciple. He nodded and said, "Perfect. I had questions to ask you anyway."

Fu Cheng acknowledged gently with his hands behind his back.

*

The next day, at the Apothecaries' Association exam.