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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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061 They are too close to each other.

Upon hearing this, both Father Ying and Lady Ying were somewhat dumbfounded.

Old Madam Ying was even more incredulous, her face growing even hotter with rage, "Officer, what do you mean by this?"

Are they slapping her in the face blatantly?

The chief nodded, not angered at all, "Exactly what you heard."

Old Madam Ying was seething with anger, emphatically stressing again, "I am her grandmother!"

The chief remained courteous, even while speaking crudely, "It doesn't matter if you're the Jade Emperor Himself."

Old Madam Ying was so angry that her face was twisted, filled more with embarrassment and awkwardness.

Her complexion turned from green to white, she nearly fainted from suffocation.

In Shanghai City, she had always been respected. When had she ever been mocked like this?

"Let them out," ordered the chief, waving his hand dismissively, not wishing to say more.

Old Madam Ying couldn't play the old-age card anymore and was thus driven out.