Mountain Springs

Was there a rumor that the richest man in Beijing found his biological daughter in a kennel?

"Don't trust in rumors. The house collapsed. I wasn't living in a kennel!" Ji Jing explained.

Ji Jing grew up in a Taoist temple. After rescuing someone, she went viral on the internet. For that very reason, a rich man showed up and claimed to be her biological father. How could his daughter wear a Taoist robe? He had a luxury villa. Why was she staying in a kennel?

Finally, through her rich father's persistent pleas, Ji Jing followed him home.

Just as everyone expressed how envious they were of her and thought she'd be pampered in the family, the reality was far removed from that. Her brothers, who supposedly had blood ties with her, were all protective of the fake young lady. They were afraid Ji Jing might steal their affection toward the fake young lady. However, little did they know, Ji Jing didn't care about this at all

She'd sneak out each night to offer her services including Fengshui, divination, rituals, charms, and exorcism. She left myths behind in various places. During the day, she had to tend to her flowers and carry out livestream broadcasts. On top of that, she was also a hardworking student. Every day was a busy day. Soon, Ji Jing saved up a large sum of money. She decided to leave without looking back so that their fake young lady could have them all to herself.

Three days after Ji Jing left, her brothers all went crazy. They begged her for forgiveness. A handsome young man appeared out of nowhere and pulled Ji Jing behind him. "She belongs to me now. Don't come any closer."

"Who are you?" Ji Jing's brother asked.

"I'm her fiance!" The young man replied. 

Crying Brothers: The Little Sister We Hate Is Actually a Bigshot

"You can take a look at your arm. Xue Meng fought with someone a few days ago and should have left a lot of injuries."Ji Jing gestured for Xue Zhong to look down at her left arm.

She still remembered that Xue Zhong's hand had been cut by a tree branch that day.

Fight? Xue Zhong rolled up his sleeves as he tried to figure out this term that was very far away from him.

Scratches, scratches, bruises. Although it had been a few days and most of the wounds had scabbed over, traces of a fight could still be seen.

I went to fight? Xue Zhong had only imagined this vivid scene, but he actually felt a strange sense of happiness.

"So, I'm Xue Meng." Although this matter was really strange, after eliminating other answers, Xue Zhong could only admit that there might be a major error in his memory.

"No, you are Xue Zhong." Ji Jing retorted coldly.

Soul Swap