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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 · 现代言情
分數不夠
1910 Chs
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A Mediocre Huo Yao

編輯: Henyee Translations

Huo Yao simply glanced at the man calmly. She went around him and continued walking.

The man raised his brow subtly, but he made no intention to slow down or turn his head.

After turning at the bend, he walked back to his private room. At the same time, he hung up the phone.

Two other people were present in the private room.

"Mr. Fan, are you done considering? What say you?" A middle-aged man sitting on the main seat looked at Fan Shun when he got back. His voice sounded particularly courteous.

Fan Shun sat down in the seat looking nonchalant. "That can wait."

The man sitting on the main seat frowned, seeming annoyed. His hand on the armrest automatically pressed down hard. He contemplated briefly but did not show his emotions.

"If you're willing to provide us with the medicine to alter DNA, we can work together on a long-term basis. I'm sure you will find that it can be a very favorable relationship."