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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

The Compass Was Useless

編輯: Henyee Translations

Huo Yao thought about the things that happened a few years ago. Back then, she occasionally went to Serene Village to give medical treatment. Also, she did some research to find out the reason for the residents' short lifespan.

She was unable to find an answer, but she suspected it had something to do with the clan.

Before long, Yang Yi sent the rough location to Zhuo Yun's phone.

The car drove swiftly. They drove on the highway for over three hours before entering streets with a lot of potholes.

The road was covered by dense undergrowth. It was clear that cars and people from outside rarely traveled in this direction, but they could roughly see a path.

Zhuo Yun craned his neck out the car window. He had suspected more than once that the navigation system had made a mistake. The further they went in, the denser the forests on both sides of the path became.