‖Fake Heiress, Real Stand-In: A Beloved Fugitive After Faking Her Death‖
“Yes, I'm just a fake heiress.”
In her twelfth year of impersonating the Lu family's daughter and passing as a member of Beijing's elite, Lu Ning finally chose to come clean to her “parents.”
She wasn't Lu Xianyue, the Lu family's daughter. She was just a hired stand-in whom the Lu family's eldest son, Lu Ze, had taken in when she was on the verge of starving on the streets, because she looked exactly like the Lu family's young lady, who had died in an accident. He had made her sign a “stand-in” contract.
The contract required her to pose as the Lu family's heiress for ten years.
After that, no matter what, she had to leave the Lu family and not covet anything that wasn't hers.
Ten years' work for ten million yuan. It was like money falling from the sky.
Lu Ning looked at the ten-million-yuan payment written into the contract and signed it gratefully.
Now that the original “stand-in” contract had expired, her older brother and boss still hadn't brought up ending it, making excuses to put it off every time.
Worse still, the day of the marriage alliance arranged since childhood between the Lu family and the equally powerful Ji family was fast approaching.
Lu Ning started to panic.
She was just an employee. How could she actually get married?
If she got married, wouldn't that money go down the drain?
After agonizing over it, she went behind Lu Ze's back and came clean to Mr. and Mrs. Lu in private. To her surprise, they forgave her without a fuss.
After all, they had been family for over a decade. Mr. and Mrs. Lu didn't resent her at all, and even gave her the payment Lu Ze had promised.
They were such good people. Grateful beyond words, Lu Ning left the Lu family.
As for her brother, no, her former boss now, Lu Ze, surely his parents would tell him?
Lu Ning cheerfully left the Lu family with her payment.
The next day, Beijing's entire circle of powerful families was shaken.
The Lu family's beloved daughter had been kidnapped by bandits and gone missing.
Their most cherished younger sister had met a terrible fate. Lu Ze, the eldest son of the Lu family, usually so composed and renowned for his unflappable nature, appeared on television and giant screens in cities everywhere, his eyes dark and bloodshot, offering a huge reward. His voice was hoarse, and he choked back tears again and again, every word filled with anguish.
“Please, help me find her.”
Their moving sibling bond brought countless viewers to tears.
Then came the terrible news: the Lu family's daughter had been killed by her kidnappers.
Beijing's elite circles were shaken once more. Lu Ze and the prominent men whose families had been close to the Lus for generations stared each other down in the funeral home. The brotherly affection they had once shared was gone. Their eyes red, they came to blows.
“If we hadn't brought her home back then, she wouldn't have died today!”
“Then did you protect her?! What right do you have to blame me?!”
They all understood each other without having to say it. They knew she was a fake.
Twelve years. Even a fake could almost become real.
But she was dead.
A reporter who had sneaked into the funeral home secretly recorded the scene, and it made the front page.
“Shocking! Heirs to Beijing's most powerful families brawl over the death of the Lu family's daughter! What is the real story?!”
Lu Ning was lounging comfortably on the sofa, eating junk food, when she saw the group of men onscreen who looked exceptionally familiar. She was stunned.
Lu Ning: Huh? Is this because of me?
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Theme: Feel what is real, embrace what is beautiful
