Qing Qian

Former bigshot, Ying Zijin, woke up one day as the lost daughter of the Ying family, who had been missing for fifteen years. The Ying family promptly adopted another child to replace her.

Upon returning to the wealthy family, everyone mocked her for not being as clever, capable, sensible, and elegant as a fake heiress. Her parents considered her a stain on the family and warned her not to harbor any illusions of being a lady of the family. They said she should be grateful for being a foster daughter, or else they would send her away.

Ying Zijin: "I'll leave then. No need to see me off."

While the Ying family celebrated joyously and others waited to see the real heiress make a fool of herself, influential figures from various fields took action. 

The top-rated idol with the most influential fans said, "Miss Ying, just let me know if you need anything."

The heir to a global economic monopoly said, "Ying family? What's that? Boss, should we just wipe them out?"

The number one martial artist in the country asked, "Who dares to bully my master?"

The genius teenage boy with an IQ of 228 said, "That's my sister."

A man with an incredibly seductive appearance smirked lazily and casually, saying, "Sure, then call me brother-in-law."

The influential figures were confused.

When the real heiress' true identity was restored, it caused a sensation on the internet. The Ying family went crazy and knelt, crying and begging her to come back.

The international powerhouse family said, "Sorry, let me introduce her. This is our real heiress."

Reborn as a king, making a strong comeback and launching a counterattack!

The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Fu Yunshen didn't seem to care much, "Hmm?"


This time, the response from the other side came quickly.


"Three people, all on the assassination list, I've sent you the information."


"Don't die on me before we've even met."


Fu Yunshen's eyelashes fluttered with a light laugh, "Don't worry, I can at least manage a meeting."


The red letters faded, and the screen finally returned to normal.


On the previously empty desktop, there appeared three folders, named—


Sharpshooter No.4; Killer No.5; Hypnotist No.7.


Fu Yunshen scanned them but didn't open the folders to look.


He closed his laptop, stood up, glanced at his watch, and then left.


Today happened to be the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and there were many lantern sellers on the streets.


The midday sun at half-past twelve was brilliant yet not blinding, with just the right amount of warmth.


Ying Zijin turned her head and watched a group of kids skipping rope nearby, her gaze softening.


015 Foster Father