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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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Everything Was Normal

編輯: Henyee Translations

Everyone entered the guest room before long.

Lin Shuwen walked up to the beside quickly when he saw the man working as he leaned against the headboard. He said reverently, "You really need to rest."

Lin Shuwen even straightened out the documents on the patient's lap before placing them on the bedside table face down as he spoke.

Fang Chen leaned against the headboard. His cheeks looked sunken and there was barely any color on his face. Also, his neck, shoulders as well as both his hands resting outside the blanket were equally thin.

Huo Yao trailed in last behind everyone. She was slightly shocked when she saw how skinny Fang Chen was.

He looked in his thirties at best, but he resembled an enfeebled old man in his eighties.

Old Mr. Pei had shared his symptoms with her on their way to the room.