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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

I Have Work To Do

Éditeur: Henyee Translations

"It's fine. That'll be a waste of time." Huo Yao turned down Fu Cheng's offer and added. "Oh yes. Remember to have my fees ready."

The moment Fu Cheng heard what she said, he was stunned briefly. After snapping out of his shock, he quickly acknowledged her. Before he was able to say more, Huo Yao hung up on him.

Fu Cheng held his phone powerlessly. From the looks of it, he could only see her at the hospital.

Fu Cheng quickly called Song Zhi.

Song Zhi was at the Song residence. He looked miserable as he rubbed his forehead anxiously. He had sat on the couch for a long time without saying a word.

Butler Wang sighed in his heart. He poured another cup of tea and handed it to Song Zhi. "Young Master Zhi, don't worry. I am sure your father will make it."

Song Zhi shook his head without saying a word.