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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

The CCTV Was Hacked

編集者: Henyee Translations

Zhuo Yun had gotten hold of Huo Yao's number when he investigated her and decided to add her to his contacts after she gave Min Yu the nerve-soothing incense.

[Miss Huo, Yu only got a slight scratch. Nothing else is wrong, so don't worry.]

After sending the text, he waited for a while. Since she did not reply, he yawned before heading back to the villa.

**

The next day.

Huo Yao woke up early. She was not in a hurry to get up and wrapped herself in the blanket lazily. She pulled her phone from under her pillow. The moment she turned it on, she saw the text Zhuo Yun sent last night.

She had just wanted to know if Min Yu was fine and replied to the text: [Okay.]

Huo Yao held her phone and swiped through her WeChat chat groups. She quickly recalled something and closed the application before opening the internet browser and searched for the 'cultural relic exhibition'.