Song Fan had been reborn and became the Song family's heir. 

No one knew that the real Miss Song had died a long time ago, and the one in her body now was a senior researcher from another world. 

Because of a failed experiment, she was reborn into the body of the Song family's heiress. 

Seven years ago, Miss Song was falsely accused of poisoning her own brother, resulting in their mother's death in a car accident on her way to the hospital. 

Her father was furious and abandoned her in the countryside for her to fend for herself. Because no one took care of her, the original Miss Song died.

Recently, the Song family suddenly decided they wanted Song Fan back. 

Everyone mocked the "true heiress" who had returned from the countryside, and they waited eagerly to see her make a fool of herself. 

To everyone, the Song family's true heiress was their second daughter, whereas Song Fan was just a malicious and ugly duckling.

However, reality was stranger than fiction!

Song Fan actually became a lady of the family whom her brothers pampered endlessly!

The internet laughed at how blind her brothers were and called Song Fan a worthless scum. 

A renowned scientist suddenly popped up and said, "Who are the truly blind ones here? Miss Song is my senior!"

A business magnate: "That's my boss! Who called her worthless?!"

A top-level boxer: "Hey, you're tired of living, aren't you? Who called my master worthless?!"

Everyone: "We're the blind ones! Miss Song is unquestionably a bigshot!"

A certain top-notch bigshot couldn't sit still anymore and took the initiative to protect his wife.

"I heard someone was bullying my wife."

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

"N-no! Of course not! How could we bully the young mistress of the wealthiest family around...!"

Everyone Wants to Pamper the Bigshot Researcher After Her Rebirth!

Gu Chen casually took a step forward, conveniently blocking Jason's gaze. "Mr. Brown, we came to check on you. How are you feeling now?"

Jason sneered, lifting his left arm, covered in numerous needle marks. "What do you think? Thanks to you two, I'm still alive."

He erupted into a violent cough, spitting out fresh blood. The nurse by his side hurriedly wiped his mouth.

Waving his hand, Jason signaled for everyone else to leave. Only then did he speak, "Miss Song is indeed skilled. Can you tell what poison I've been exposed to?"

Suppressing her disgust and fear, Song Fan reluctantly responded, "Mr. Brown, are you joking? What poison can be identified with the naked eye? I'm not an analyzer."

"Right, how could I forget? You're not an analyzer." Jason suddenly seemed delighted. This was something Song Fan had said to him before, but she didn't remember.

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