Nunu

After living with the Fang family for eighteen years, Fang Yuan discovered she was a fake heiress. 

When the real heiress returned, she was abandoned and was about to be sent back to a poor and remote area... But little did she know that the so-called poor and remote area turned out to be the country's most expensive wealthy villa district!

Overnight, she went from being an ordinary heiress of a wealthy family to becoming the true heiress of a top-tier wealthy family! Her biological parents doted on her excessively. With a casual wave of her hand, she had millions in allowance. She could casually drive any of the luxury cars in the garage and buy high-end designer items from around the world.

Want to go to school? She could choose from any top-notch prestigious university! 

Don't want to study? Well, take control of the family's company here and play with it!

What surprised Fang Yuan the most was that she even had a fiancé. However, before they could meet, the fiancé came to her doorstep to break off the engagement. 

Fang Yuan didn't really care, but why did this person talk about breaking off their engagement, then turn around and cling to her? He always wanted to hold her hand and kiss her.

Fang Yuan was annoyed and asked, "Excuse me, who are you, sir?"

The man smiled and said, "Darling Yuanyuan, I'm your future husband!"

Fang Yuan replied, "Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else. I don't have a husband, only a former fiancé who wants to break off the engagement."

Bao Yi, the feared wealthiest man in the city, had an embarrassed expression. He thought to himself, 'I really want to kill that idiot who made a high-profile break-up without even meeting her!'

Turns Out I'm The Real Heiress

Zhao Quan felt a twinge of temptation.

Fang Yuan asserted, "You have three seconds to decide."

"How can I be sure there's no backup?" Despite the temptation, Zhao Quan remained cautious.

"If I say there isn't, there isn't. Check for yourself." Fang Yuan tossed the mouse in his direction.

Zhao Quan promptly scanned the computer. It appeared there was indeed no backup…

Fang Yuan waved the USB drive and began counting. "One, two…"

Zhao Quan seized the USB drive, finally feeling a sense of relief. He smirked maliciously. "Young lady, as someone experienced in such matters, let me advise you as an elder that sometimes it's unwise to place too much trust in friendship." So much evidence handed to him at once! All this for the truth behind the leaked design draft? In the end, she was too young and naive!

"Can you spill the beans now?" Fang Yuan regarded him with interest. "I assure you, there are no backups."

Money Always Trumps Love