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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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編輯: Henyee Translations

The shop owner held his phone wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

He had assumed that the man was here to buy rare and expensive Chinese herbs.

Was this it?

Were these all he wanted?

When Huo Yao noticed the look of shock on the shop owner's face, she asked. "What's wrong? Don't you have them?"

The shop owner snapped out of his thoughts. He raised his head and looked at her with a contorted expression on his face. "Is that all?"

"Huh? Is anything wrong?" asked Huo Yao quizzically.

"Oh nothing…" The shop owner's cheeks twitched. He glanced at the list of Chinese herbs on the phone again. Superstition was no good.

Even if his left eyelids twitched, it might not always be a sign of getting a windfall.

The shop owner cleared his throat and said, "One moment, please. I will prepare the herbs."