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

The fireworks outside the window burst into bloom, scattering light that illuminated his picturesque features.


The slightly curved peach blossom eyes seemed to contain the entire galaxy, deep and captivating.


Ying Zijin watched him for a while before she slowly took out a tissue from her pocket with a delay and handed it over, "...Sorry."


"It's fine." He bent down and, just like last time, gently patted the girl's head, his movements light, as if he were teasing a kitten, his lips curved in a smile, "Big brother doesn't mind."


The little one was still very well-behaved.


But Ying Zijin was lost in thought, pondering.


It was not until a slender hand waved in front of her and then lightly tapped her forehead that she snapped out of it.


"Nothing." Ying Zijin returned to her senses, rolled up her sleeves, poured flour into the bowl, and added some water.


021 A box of children's books