After refusing to acknowledge my billionaire parents, I chose to put down roots in the mountains.
But Qu Zhenzhen, the fake heiress, insisted on setting me up with a man, sneering as she said:
"Sister, this is Song Qi, my suitor, and your fiance."
"He's a forestry expert. Ask him for advice, and maybe he'll fall for you too."
My ecological management committee was just short of a technical consultant.
At the thought, my eyes held no yearning for romance, only a burning desire to develop forestry.
Excitedly, I held out my hand to Song Qi. "Professor Song, we'd be so lucky to have your help..."
But he shoved me away, looking disgusted.
"So what if you're the real heiress? I only love Zhenzhen."
"Take a good look at yourself. Do you really think you're worthy of me, the head of the Song family?"
Qu Zhenzhen nestled against him, a smug smile playing on her lips.
I froze.
He was the head of the Song family?
Then who was the man who'd been crying and begging me just yesterday to authorize the development of his tourism project?
