Listening to Poems in Twilight Snowfall

Omnipotent A-Grade Cool Female Lead VS Secret Passionate and Domineering Male Lead That Loves Assuming and is Easily Jealous
Because she is wrongly placed at birth, Claire and another girl swap lives.
Eighteen years later, she acknowledges her roots and returns to her family. From a country bumpkin, she becomes the daughter of a rich family in the capital.
However…
Her parents favor their fake daughter.
"Claire, Phoebe is smart and obedient. She's a thousand times better than you."
Her brother protects the fake sister.
"Claire! Don't bully Phoebe. Phoebe is innocent, unlike you—you're full of evil tricks!"
It's said that she is uneducated and incompetent. Her grades are the worst, and she loves to fight. She is notorious for her misdeeds, and everyone looks down on her.
Only one man says domineeringly, "I will dote on you."
One day… her disguises are stripped off…
The Vice-Chairwoman of the Mathematical Olympiad, the guru of eSports, the hidden miracle doctor, the Chinese Art Master, the diva of the music industry, and the leader of the League of Death.
Those identities are all hers?!
Everyone starts to worship her: You are a real big shot!
Instantly, there are countless suitors.
A director extends an invitation for her to film a movie. The next day, the director is banned from the Internet.
The Masked King invites her to have dinner with him. The next day, the scandal of the Masked King becomes the hottest topic on the Internet.
A rich tycoon gives her a diamond ring as big as a pigeon egg. The next day, the corporation goes bankrupt and he becomes a beggar.
A certain envious lover online declares his sovereignty over her.
@Claire: "She's my wife."

Henyee Translations

The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Henyee

On the table was an expensive watch.

James said deadpan, "Do you want to bribe me with this?"

Derek shrugged and smiled innocently. "Believe it or not, I mean it."

"By the way," he stood up, supported the table with both hands, and slowly leaned close to James's ear.

Then he let out a low chuckle from his throat. "I found that learning English is fun. I may come to ask you questions about the language frequently. Please teach me well, Mr. Walker."

With that, he kicked the chair back and walked away at a leisurely pace, looking arrogant and unruly.

James rubbed his temple, feeling rather helpless.

It was still early, and the sun hadn't set and rosy clouds rolled in the sky.

Phoebe asked the servants to take her painting tools to the back garden.

She was going to attend a painting contest in the near future, so she needed to practice her painting more.

Please Teach Me Well, Mr. Walker