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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 · Urbain
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1910 Chs

Just An Insignificant Girl

Éditeur: Henyee Translations

Old Mr. Pei raised his head and looked at his clueless son. He shook his head and sighed. "You are so shallow."

Pei Feng looked upset when his father scolded him for no reason. "But I'm right. My brother is an intermediate apothecary with the Apothecaries' Association. Even he can only make three to four pills at a go. But she could make 20 pills in one attempt, so something must be wrong."

If apothecaries were able to produce a lot of medicine, it meant minimal wastage of ingredients. If they ended up with a small number as the final product, it meant that they had wasted a lot of herbs. However, 100% success… was unheard of.

Old Mr. Pei shook his head again. "You fool!"

He did not bother explaining anything further to his disappointing son. Instead, he headed to his room.