[Fake and Real Heiresses + Entertainment Industry + Secret Child + CEO's Regret]
(Once innocent, later lazy and frail, an indifferent actress who thrives on bad press X once stubborn and arrogant, later shamelessly pursuing his wife with possessive love, a CEO)
Jiang Yan is the impostor in the novel, the Jiang family's fake heiress.
Years ago, the Jiang family's youngest daughter was kidnapped. After searching every orphanage, her parents finally took Jiang Yan in, hoping to bring the family good fortune.
Grateful for their kindness, Jiang Yan silently endured being ignored, neglected, and mocked after she was brought home.
The most outrageous things she ever did were entering the entertainment industry and, foolishly thinking she had a chance, falling for Jiang Ting Shen, the Jiang family's adopted son, who had no blood ties to her.
Even following Jiang Ting Shen around in silence was enough to make Jiang Yan happy.
But after seeing the news on television that Jiang Ting Shen was entering a marriage alliance with someone else,
Jiang Yan finally understood: he wasn't heartless. He simply didn't care about her.
When the real heiress returned, Jiang Yan left without hesitation, determined to reclaim her self-respect.
What she hadn't expected was that after leaving the entertainment industry, she would suddenly become famous and receive an invitation to a variety show.
She had been determined to cut ties with her past, but only discovered she was pregnant after she left.
Now strapped for cash, she had no choice but to swallow her pride and take a job on the variety show.
She had planned to coast through the program, but suddenly became a sensation.
Her adoptive parents would later regret everything, while her birth parents would cherish her like a treasure.
And Jiang Ting Shen would show up at the variety show, relentlessly pursuing her.
Away from the variety show's cameras,
Jiang Yan was trapped in a cramped storage room by the once-arrogant President Jiang. He gripped her waist tightly, his eyes filled with undisguised longing and possessiveness.
“Baby, don't look at him. Look at me.”
My tears weren't a cry for death. I was longing for love.
