After the Engagement Was Broken, the Fake Heiress Was Hounded by a Tech Mogul

[A fallen, aloof beauty in frail health and a playful, obsessive wild dog] Wen Ying had spent seventeen years as the heiress of a wealthy family before learning she was only a fake, switched at birth by the nanny. The day the real heiress returned, Wen Ying fell from her pedestal overnight and became a laughingstock among the elite. At twenty-two, she was forced into an arranged marriage. At twenty-three, she miscarried. At twenty-four, she caught her husband cheating with the real heiress. At twenty-five, she died quietly in the room next door to their marital bedroom. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in her second year of high school, a year before her identity would be exposed. This time, Wen Ying revealed the truth herself, sent the real heiress back to her wealthy family, and dragged her old suitcase back to the countryside. Everyone waited to see how this pampered fake heiress would struggle in the mud. Instead, she spent her days solving problems and competing in academic contests, and her evenings coding drones at her computer. Now and then, she would stop by the mouth of the alley to see the boy who would one day become a business tycoon, but who was currently so broke he owned nothing but a secondhand electric scooter. Jiang Song thought Wen Ying was a little moon fallen from the heavens, in need of his rescue. Until he saw her dismantle with her bare hands the drone model he had spent half a year researching, then block his way at the alley entrance and ask, “Want to work together? I’ll provide the tech, you provide the face. We’ll split the profits fifty-fifty.” Jiang Song: “...?” Years later, Jiang Song’s technology empire swept the industry. When a reporter asked him the secret of his success, he faced the camera and leisurely turned the plain band on his ring finger. “Oh, when my wife was seventeen, she said this face of mine was perfect for attracting investors.”