The Real Heiress Becomes a Legend Through Antiques Appraisal

At the wedding, Fu Yancheng said coldly, “We each get what we want. Don’t think you can get pregnant and use it to climb the ladder.”

As we exchanged rings, I brushed his cuff link. The System chimed: “Platinum set with a blue diamond, estimated value: 1.5 million.” I can appraise the value of anything.

On our wedding night, he fed a yellowed sheet of paper into the shredder. The System sounded an alarm: “A treasure map to a Yuan dynasty imperial tomb, worth over ten billion!” I knelt on the floor, gathering the scraps one by one into my arms.

Wen Ruoxue splashed me with fake wine, and I exposed her in front of everyone. She faked a pregnancy, and I exposed her by taking her pulse. She drugged me, so I projected the evidence at the birthday banquet. Three blows in a row, and the Wen family was humiliated.

Fu Wanqing shut me outside in the rain, and Fu Yancheng stayed silent the entire time.

Later, I uncovered a secret: I wasn’t the Wen family’s daughter. I was the Fu family’s second young miss, lost for twenty years. Fu Yancheng was my cousin. The treasure map he had torn apart held a secret my Fu family had guarded for six hundred years.

I took the scraps and my child, climbed over the back wall, and never looked back.

Three years later, at an auction, I sat in the VIP section under the name “Qingyin.” The imperial jade seal onstage was found through clues I had pieced together from those scraps. Fu Yancheng raised his paddle to three hundred million. I pressed the scraps into his palm. “Mr. Fu, the ‘wastepaper’ you tore up yourself could buy the entire Fu Group.” His face turned deathly pale. For the first time, he bowed his head in public.

Later, he tracked me down in Qingzhou and stood in the rain for four days. He took a bullet for me once, then transferred five percent of his shares. “This is my pledge of loyalty for the rest of my life.”

I slipped the ring back onto my own finger. “Next time you’re going to tear something up, let me see it first.”

Grandpa taught me how to appraise antiques, but what he was really teaching me was how to read people’s hearts.

The true heiress doesn’t need a man to rise again. She becomes a legend through her talent for treasure appraisal.