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Turns Out I'm The Real Heiress

After living with the Fang family for eighteen years, Fang Yuan discovered she was a fake heiress. When the real heiress returned, she was abandoned and was about to be sent back to a poor and remote area... But little did she know that the so-called poor and remote area turned out to be the country's most expensive wealthy villa district! Overnight, she went from being an ordinary heiress of a wealthy family to becoming the true heiress of a top-tier wealthy family! Her biological parents doted on her excessively. With a casual wave of her hand, she had millions in allowance. She could casually drive any of the luxury cars in the garage and buy high-end designer items from around the world. Want to go to school? She could choose from any top-notch prestigious university! Don't want to study? Well, take control of the family's company here and play with it! What surprised Fang Yuan the most was that she even had a fiancé. However, before they could meet, the fiancé came to her doorstep to break off the engagement. Fang Yuan didn't really care, but why did this person talk about breaking off their engagement, then turn around and cling to her? He always wanted to hold her hand and kiss her. Fang Yuan was annoyed and asked, "Excuse me, who are you, sir?" The man smiled and said, "Darling Yuanyuan, I'm your future husband!" Fang Yuan replied, "Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else. I don't have a husband, only a former fiancé who wants to break off the engagement." Bao Yi, the feared wealthiest man in the city, had an embarrassed expression. He thought to himself, 'I really want to kill that idiot who made a high-profile break-up without even meeting her!'

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Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations

"Okay," Fang Yuan served herself a bowl of cubilose soup and savored it slowly. In contrast, Cheng Yuqi appeared restless and soon made an excuse to slip away.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Lu Chen had just arrived home to find his parents waiting for him on the living room sofa, their expressions dark.

Mr. Lu was about to erupt with anger, but when he saw the state of his son—bruised, dirtied clothes, and wounds on his arms—he couldn't help but ask, "Son, what happened? Who could have beaten you like this?"

Lu Chen, typically meticulous about his appearance, had messy hair, stained attire, and injuries on his arms.

"I'm fine," Lu Chen replied, eager to retreat to his room for a shower and to regain a more presentable appearance.