The Fake Heiress

I spent eighteen years among the poor, then one day the richest man in Nancheng acknowledged me as his own.

It’s not just that my pretty fake little sister hates me to the bone. I’m having a hard time accepting all this, too.

So when the fake heiress tells me to go west, I never go east.

She won’t let me sleep in the master bedroom? Fine, she can have it.

She won’t let me eat at the table? Fine, I’ll go to the kitchen.

She wants to steal my fiance? Fine, she can have him.

I’ve been so loving toward her, so why does she still hate me to the bone?