The White Moonlight Is Sobbing? I Hang Myself, and the Whole Family Is Stunned

[Faithful couples + real and fake heiresses + reverse tea-artist tactics + sweet romance and laughs + family groveling for forgiveness] A master actress with a black-lotus streak versus a short-tempered, pure-hearted young tyrant

Jiang Ning, the leading lady and champion of palace intrigue in her previous life, opened her eyes to find she had become the real daughter of a wealthy family, picked on by everyone.

As soon as she returned to the Jiang family, the fake heiress cut her wrists in front of the whole family and pretended to be depressed. “If Big Sister can’t stand having me around, I might as well die.”

Her biological parents sided with the fake heiress, hearts aching for her, while her three older brothers roared at Jiang Ning to get out!

Jiang Ning didn’t even raise an eyelid. She sneered on the spot. “You want to compete in acting with an empress dowager who survived palace intrigue all the way to the finale? You’re still at the prenatal education stage!”

The next second, Jiang Ning dropped to her knees, pressed a knife to her own neck, and wept as if her heart were breaking. “Since my little sister thinks I can’t stand her, I’ll die in front of the whole family to prove my innocence!”

With a clatter, the fake heiress froze in shock, and the whole family stared, dumbfounded.

From then on, Jiang Ning began taking the green-tea route, turning every green tea schemer’s tricks against them in a daily display of overwhelming superiority!

The fake heiress pretended to be ill, and Jiang Ning coughed up blood on the spot.

The fake heiress hired people to bully her at school, so Jiang Ning fought back with Wing Chun and called the police, earning her a pair of silver handcuffs.

Her scumbag brother bitterly regretted everything, crying and begging for forgiveness. Jiang Ning simply handed him an urn. “I’m already dead. If you need anything, burn some joss paper!”

Just as Jiang Ning was sweeping through the wealthy world, using her “white-lotus acting skills” to rake in a fortune worth hundreds of billions, Huo Si, the notoriously short-tempered mad dog of the capital’s social scene and a young tyrant nobody dared provoke, cornered her against a wall, his eyes red.

The man who usually acted like he owned the world now had red ears. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and stammered, “D-don’t bat your eyelashes at other men… I’d give you my life. Can’t you look at me a little more?”