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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

Mark His Territory

編輯: Henyee Translations

Fang Chen briefly paused as his eyes swept over Min Yu and nodded politely before he pulled out the empty seat next to Huo Yao and sat down. "Miss Huo."

Min Yu stayed quiet and his expression froze for a second.

After Huo Yao was done eating the fruit, she turned sideways to look at Fang Chen. She wiped her hand with a napkin, and said, "Let me take your pulse."

"Take your time." Fang Chen smiled. All the usual severity on his face disappeared and he looked placid.

He rolled up his sleeves slightly to reveal his skinny wrist with all its veins clearly visible as he placed it on the table with his palm facing upwards.

Huo Yao placed her fingers on his wrist. She examined his pulse cautiously for a few seconds with the air of a doctor before she pulled her hand back and said unhurriedly, "You are recovering well. Take my prescription for one more week before you stop."

Fang Chen nodded. "Got it. Thanks!"