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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 · 都市
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1910 Chs

Didn’t Want To Get Beaten Up

編集者: Henyee Translations

"Uh huh. Got it." Huo Yao did not take it to heart.

The ID was not important to her.

She opened the box and glanced at the Chinese herbs to check that everything was there before closing the lid.

From the moment Zhuo Yun had taken the box, he did not touch it. Now that Huo Yao had opened it, he realized it was filled with Chinese herbs.

He raised his head and glanced at Huo Yao. He recalled Assistant Wang mentioning a deputy chairman. He promptly muttered in his heart. Was he talking about the Apothecaries' Association?

Zhuo Yun pondered briefly before he asked. "Miss Huo, have you been to the Apothecaries' Association?"

Huo Yao placed the box on the coffee table and shook her head. "Nope."

Zhuo Yun did not continue probing. If Miss Huo had become the Apothecaries' Association's Deputy chairman, it was impossible for him not to know. After all, the association was highly revered in the capital.