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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 · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
1910 Chs

I Trust Miss Huo

Editor: Henyee Translations

The incense was the most effective thing to battle Min Yu's relapse, but Huo Yao put it out without saying a word.

Yang Yi's eyes went bloodshot. His aggressive features became even more menacing. He walked over and snatched the half-burnt incense from Huo Yao's hands. Then he took out a lighter and wanted to light it again.

Huo Yao was unperturbed. She pursed her lips and said, "You can keep lighting it if you want him to die a little sooner."

Despite her soft tone, it sounded faintly threatening.

Yang Yi's hands paused. Even though he knew not to get affected by her words since she was no expert, his finger froze for a long time without lighting the lighter.

Old Mr. Pei instinctively turned to look at Huo Yao and asked her. "Why can't we use the incense?"

Huo Yao sat down next to Min Yu and said calmly, "Give me your hand."