Nalanxian

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!"

Transmigrated As the Fake Heiress

The mercenary didn't react and simply typed: [Fine. If ever you feel like throwing your money somewhere again, remember to call me.]

The mercenary also provided Huo Yao with his personal email address.

Although she might never have any use for him, he was keen on being friends with her.

The mercenary recalled the time when someone made trouble at several mercenary headquarters and challenged them using a very unusual, never before seen weapon.

Huo Yao said nothing and turned off the dialog box with the mercenary.

It was a message from Cool Autumn.

Huo Yao looked at her avatar blinking. She seriously wondered if Cool Autumn was always online. Otherwise, why did she always encounter him whenever she signed into Cloud Realm?

Cool Autumn: [I can't believe someone took the job.]

Cool Autumn: [The people at the base are going nuts. They want to cut you into pieces.]

I Wasn’t The One Who Blew Up The Base