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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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342 Ying Yuexuan, are you worthy? [1 more update]

The time was just at school dismissal, with a steady flow of people at the school gates where many parents and students thronged.

Especially since the parties involved were Ying Zijin and Ying Yuexuan.

Both had quite a reputation at Verdant, with Ying Zijin nearly worshipped as the Academic God by students across all three grades of high school.

Plus, there was Mong Ru.

Mong Ru's attire was the latest fashion trend in the imperial capital, different from that of Shanghai City.

But it was not hard to tell she came from a wealthy family and exuded an imposing presence.

Seeing this scene unfold, many students stopped in their tracks, half puzzled and half amazed.

Ying Zijin also halted, turning her head.

Her phoenix eyes were cool and indifferent, bereft of any emotion, like snow on distant mountains.

Hazy and slightly grim with solitude and steepness.

Mong Ru's expression suddenly stiffened, nearly unable to withstand such a drifting gaze.