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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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Heartfelt, the family of Emperor Ying's younger brother [2 more updates]

She received a call.

Ying Zijin glanced at the caller ID; it was an unfamiliar number.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to answer.

"Hello, Miss Ying."

Upon hearing that voice, Ying Zijin knew immediately who was on the other end of the line.

The caller genuinely surprised her.

"Mr. Yu?"

Since completing Wen Tinglan's treatment, the second-ranked hypnotist, Yu Xuesheng, had left Shanghai City.

His whereabouts were always unpredictable, and unless he disclosed them himself, no one knew where he might be.

But in reality, Yu Xuesheng was a psychologist.

He traveled around the world, treating those with psychological disorders.

People who had met him could never associate him with the second spot on the Hypnotist's Leaderboard.

"Miss Ying, I've heard that you're coming to the capital," Yu Xuesheng's voice was clean, reminiscent of the wind passing through clouds, elegant and pleasant, "when you do, might we meet? There's a favor I need to ask of you."