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

She silently stared at him for two seconds, pensive, "You really have been acting very strange lately."


Although he had always spoken in this manner and tone, even to one or two-year-old infants.


But these past few days, he seemed to have become even more unbridled.


If it was onefold before, now it was tenfold.


Fu Yunshen's deep-set eyes grew darker, the light amber of his pupils warm and gentle like the moon.


He looked up, his voice teasing, "Hmm?"


The next moment, he saw the girl calmly raising her hand.


Her fingers pushed aside the black locks of hair on his forehead, resting on it.


Her body temperature was always low, her hand icy to the touch.


Yet it was precisely this coolness that possessed the strength to scorch everything.


It made one unable to resist lingering for that warmth.


305 Regretting too late to find out who Fu Yunshen is? [3 updates]