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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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182 Seeing Zhong Zhiwan, Encountering the Principal Coming to Pick Up Someone Personally [3rd Update]

She neither left nor came closer, just stared at her.

Her eyes were not cloudy with age, but instead, were extremely clear, as if they saw right through something.

In almost an instant, Zhong Zhiwan's heartbeat stopped.

Swiftly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back, and beads of sweat also appeared on her forehead.

Zhong Zhiwan's heart churned wildly, and her face also lost its composure, turning pale as paper.

She forced a smile, one that was as ugly as a grimace, with a twisted mouth. Her voice was strained, "Grandpa... Grandpa."

Old Master Zhong remained emotionless, his hands behind his back, he said indifferently, "Wanwan, come with me."

Saying so, he proceeded upstairs first.

Zhong Zhiwan did not dare disobey; she pinched her fingers and quickly followed.

Her face was still hot and flushed, her mind somewhat foggy.

When had Old Master Zhong come back from the company?

And how much had he heard?