Kicked Out of the Rich Family, the Fake Heiress Returns with a Secret Identity and a Vengeance

[An alternate universe with no concern for logic; devoted to each other; powerful male and female leads] [Delicate, proud heir to a powerful Beijing family VS peerless, all-around powerhouse] [The male lead is exceptionally intelligent and breathtakingly handsome, and dotes exclusively on Zhizhi] Everyone in Zicheng knows that the adopted daughter the Jiang family took in is a useless nobody who never studies or applies herself. The painting the real heiress submitted for an award in Yanjing is nothing but trash in her eyes. The eldest son of a wealthy family, renowned for his brilliant mind, has been crushed by her time and time again. The Jiang twins are forever out of Jiang Zhi’s reach, people she can only look up to. From the start, she is framed and driven out of the wealthy family. Fine. Being an ordinary, unremarkable person is pretty great. Then a crowd of underlings shows up to claim her as their boss. Jiang Zhi: “Guys, you’ve got the wrong person. I’m just an ordinary, unremarkable high school senior.” The underlings: “…We’d recognize you even as ashes!” All she wants is to be an ordinary, unremarkable person. She’s always kept her secret identities hidden, but one after another, they keep getting exposed. President of the Xinghua Association! A miracle doctor everyone reveres and begs to treat them, offering a fortune! The bosses of all the major factions call her their matriarch! Commander of F Continent’s Iron-Blooded Rose! Rock music’s H Master! Ink painting master, Master Shanhe! The secret identities just keep coming out. They never end! … With her secret identities exposed left and right, the Jiang family regrets everything and begs her to return and join the family register. Sorry, you ignored me back then, and now you’re not worthy of me. Si Xingheng, frail and pampered, never knew what it was like to be young. Then, beneath a banyan tree at the Qin estate, he saw Jiang Zhi, graceful and radiant in the prime of her youth, and for the first time, he could picture what youth looked like. That very glance set the wheels of fate in motion. PS: This is a feel-good power fantasy with absolutely no regard for logic. Readers who demand realism, please don’t take it too seriously. Many thanks.