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

"And," Claire's cold gaze swept across the hall. "Can the servants here keep their mouths shut?"

Mr. Hopkins replied. "You can be rest assured. These servants were personally selected by Mr. Johnson. They know what they should say and what they shouldn't."

Claire turned her head and glanced upstairs, saying expressionlessly. "I'm leaving now."

With that, she slipped a hand into her pocket and walked outside the door.

Back at the Smiths' house, Claire took out the lighter from her pocket and burned the portrait to ashes.

At this moment, the door of the room was knocked.

Claire dumped the ashes into the trash can.

She opened the door, and Allen stood outside.

A choking smell floated out of the room, and Allen frowned.

Knowing that Claire liked to mess around, he didn't bother to comment on it.

Claire leaned against the door, looking at him indifferently, and did not speak.

I Don't Care About Your Apology