The Real Heiress Is Actually My Ex-Girlfriend

The Lin family held an unrivaled position in the capital, but their prominence also made them a target. Twenty-three years ago, on the night Mrs. Lin gave birth to a daughter, the baby vanished from the hospital without a trace. Mo Wang was a pitiful child Mrs. Lin encountered while searching for her daughter. Born with an underdeveloped heart, she had been abandoned by the riverbank, crying like a kitten on its last breath. Mrs. Lin took pity on her and brought her home. What is longed for will eventually come to pass. At last, the Lin family found their real daughter. The Lin family held a grand banquet to welcome their real daughter home. As the fake heiress, Mo Wang conscientiously packed her things and moved out of the home that had never belonged to her, had never truly accepted her, and that she had never dared hope would accept her. Before leaving, she went to see the real heiress take the stage. She wore a red dress as fiery as flame. Her skin was smooth as jade, and a few red highlights ran through her black hair. She was born to wear a vibrant color like red. Mo Wang knew someone else who suited red just as well. Jian Qing, her ex. The woman in the red dress held the microphone. "Hello, everyone. My name is..." That familiar voice stirred memories, and Mo Wang's pupils contracted. "Jian Qing. Jian as in 'simple,' Qing as in 'clear stream.'" The real heiress was her ex. That night, Mo Wang left with her luggage, but Jian Qing blocked the doorway, smiling teasingly. "Long time no see, girl-friend." Jian Qing hated her: hated that she'd abandoned her, hated how heartless she'd been. The more she hated her, the more she loved her. After they met again time and again, she finally learned that Mo Wang had been through so much. Mo Wang had suffered so much, so much that Jian Qing couldn't bring herself to blame her. She wanted to wrap her in the deepest love and make the rest of her life sweeter than candy. A mountain of my own headcanons. There are misunderstandings and hidden reasons. They're not on the same household register and aren't related by blood. They just call the same people Mom and Dad. Pre-release novel: The Zombie Queen Keeps Falsely Accusing Me of Having a Crush on Her. Please add it to your collection. Song Qingzhou was bitten by a zombie. Then she opened her eyes and realized she had been reborn. She was back in her college dorm. One roommate was anxiously slapping her shoulder, another was anxiously slapping her face, and the third was holding her hand. When Song Qingzhou opened her eyes, all three roommates let go in unison. Song Qingzhou, who had just been through a group beating, glared at them. "You're assaulting someone in broad daylight. Is there no law anymore?" Shi Wan'an gave an awkward laugh, Chi Xinran apologized, and Su Qiuyue, at the far end, said nothing. Song Qingzhou rubbed her shoulder and held her face. Her mind hadn't fully started working yet, and she eyed Su Qiuyue suspiciously. With a strange look, she asked, "...You're Su Qiuyue? What year are you in, and which dorm are you from?" Before Su Qiuyue could react, Chi Xinran and Shi Wan'an were horrified. "Sister Zhouzhou, she's your childhood friend!" "Sis Zhou, you even confessed to her!" "Sister Zhouzhou, let's go to the campus clinic! No, the hospital!" Childhood friend? Confessed to her? Song Qingzhou was baffled. When had she ever done anything like that? Where had this fair-skinned, tall childhood friend come from? The woman who had been sitting still suddenly covered her face and started sobbing. "...Zhouzhou, even if I didn't give you an answer and broke your heart, you don't have to punish me like this..." Song Qingzhou: ... ???? Hello? Excuse me? Who are you?! So pale, so cold to the touch, and not even a high-level zombie with its own consciousness? Had she been reborn, or had she entered some kind of space? Song Qingzhou made no effort to hide her suspicious look at Su Qiuyue, so the three of them dragged her straight to the campus clinic. The doctor said she was fine. Back at the dorm, Song Qingzhou watched Su Qiuyue warily for a long time and discovered that she was a delicate young lady through and through. She couldn't open bottle caps, couldn't turn doorknobs, often got sick and would topple over in a breeze. Her body temperature was frighteningly low. She looked harmless, but Song Qingzhou knew perfectly well that she hadn't lost her memory. Su Qiuyue couldn't possibly be her childhood friend, and she couldn't possibly have confessed to her. There was definitely something wrong with Su Qiuyue! Song Qingzhou found a little time between preparing supplies for the apocalypse and made an excuse to take a bath with her. She deliberately loosened Su Qiuyue's bath towel and looked her over from head to toe. Her beautifully curved body was flawless, with not a single scar on her fair skin. Su Qiuyue was surprisingly calm. Once Song Qingzhou had finished looking, she simply picked up her towel. Song Qingzhou apologized and turned to leave, but Su Qiuyue handed her the towel. Then the soft, boneless woman leaned against her again. Song Qingzhou's face flushed red, and she tried to push her away in a huff. "What are you doing?" Su Qiuyue clung to Song Qingzhou's hand and refused to let go. Resting her head on Song Qingzhou's shoulder, she coughed twice and said weakly, "Maybe I caught a chill just now. My hands and feet feel so heavy, and I'm dizzy..." Song Qingzhou closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at all that pale skin. "Hurry up and wrap yourself in the towel!" A pair of arms wrapped around her neck. The cold woman pressed close to her ear and said, "No." "Song Qingzhou, you knocked my towel off. You have to take responsibility~" * The apocalypse arrived right on schedule. A day beforehand, Song Qingzhou brought her roommates to the basement. She settled Chi Xinran and Shi Wan'an in a small room, then called Su Qiuyue into another room by herself. As soon as they entered, Su Qiuyue was shackled with thick iron chains. As if crushed, Su Qiuyue's body went limp and she fell to the floor. She tilted her head back, eyes full of alarm. "What are you doing? Zhouzhou, people care about consent in relationships these days. You can't force someone. That's illegal!" Song Qingzhou's mouth twitched. ... Who said anything about forcing you? Who said anything about love? "Tell me who you really are. Was I reborn, or did you pull me into your mental space?" Song Qingzhou clamped a hand around Su Qiuyue's throat and demanded in a low voice. Su Qiuyue looked bewildered. "What are you talking about? Zhouzhou, are you having another episode?" Song Qingzhou tightened her grip. "If you don't tell me, I'll strangle you." Su Qiuyue seemed to hear a joke. She stopped pretending to be frightened, lifted her delicate neck, and challenged her. "Go ahead. Kill me, if you've got the nerve." "Could you really do it?" Song Qingzhou sneered. Why wouldn't she? If this person might actually be a zombie, what was there to hesitate about? She tightened her grip little by little, and Su Qiuyue's face gradually turned purple. A little longer, just a little longer, and this mysterious 'person' would be dead. The sound of something heavy hitting the floor rang out at the same time as the clank of the chains. At the last moment, Song Qingzhou let go. She dusted off her hands and looked down at the woman on the floor with a faint smile. "I've changed my mind. I'll let you live a little longer." Theme: Time flies, so cherish the present and leave no regrets.