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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

That’s Before You Showed It To Me

編輯: Henyee Translations

Min Yu raised his brow and watched from behind as Huo Yao strode off. He shook his head and smiled when he caught the jealous tone in her voice.

Min Yu veered his eyes and turned to look at the parts lying on the table from the package. He paused briefly before extending his hand to touch them. He pulled up a chair and started to take a close look at the parts.

A black handgun was assembled in about ten minutes. It was different from the other weapons available from the black market. It was distinctly exquisite and simple in design.

Min Yu pulled the trigger. Although there were no bullets inside the gun, it did not make a single sound when used, so it was clear there was very little recoil.

The person who designed this weapon seemed to be pretty smart.

Min Yu smiled thoughtfully before taking out his phone to make a call.

Before long, the call got through.