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

Zhong Manhua turned pale when she heard it, "Zhenting... Zhenting, what should we do?"


Now that they've been photographed, where can they put their faces?


"What do you mean, what should we do?" Ying Zhenting was quite merciless, "If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."


"But, but—" Before Zhong Manhua could say anything more, Ying Zhenting had already strode in.


He picked up an ashtray from the desk, said nothing, and hurled it over.


The ashtray hit the woman on the bed square on the forehead, and Su Ruan woke up from her sleep with a start.


At this time, the journalists and paparazzi, after taking a round of photos, all rushed in.


Jiang Moyuan's office was a presidential suite, quite large; squeezing in three or four dozen people was no problem.


Now closer, the journalists and paparazzi became even more excited to take photos, snapping away from various angles.


331 The superior is pursuing a love interest and suffers the consequences [2 updates]