LMY: 【Let’s video call.】
There was a message from an app called S on her phone.
Wen Zhiyu’s slender fingers instinctively tapped into it, and the message turned to read.
Scrolling up a bit, it was a photo she had sent.
But the person in the photo wasn’t her—it was the true heiress, Qiao Nianxi.
She had transmigrated into a book, and into the role of the vicious fake heiress.
The timeline went back three months. During the Wen family’s physical examination, it was suddenly discovered that the original owner’s blood type didn’t match that of the Wen couple.
An investigation revealed that the babies had been switched at birth.
The original owner was a fake heiress, having taken over Qiao Nianxi’s identity and enjoyed over twenty wonderful years.
When the truth came to light, her happy life vanished like bubbles in the sunlight.
The Wen family immediately brought Qiao Nianxi back, and to make it up to her, they planned to send the original owner back to the Qiao family.
The original owner refused, unwilling to leave no matter what, looking down on the Qiao family for being too poor.
The Wen family compromised and let her stay, treating it as if they now had two daughters.
But the original owner not only failed to show gratitude—she went so far as to poison Qiao Nianxi.
Caught red-handed, Wen Zhiyu was thrown out.
She refused to accept it, believing everything was Qiao Nianxi’s fault.
So she found ten men online for virtual romances, scamming them for meals, gifts, and money transfers—all using Qiao Nianxi’s photos.
Li Moyuan was one of those virtual romance targets, and also the male lead of the book.
After the original owner accidentally discovered that this online romance target was the young master of the Jing capital’s top circle, she deeply regretted not using her own photos.
She lured Li Moyuan to her residence, planning to force herself on him, but was seen through instead.
Li Moyuan had no tolerance for deception, and unable to bear her lies, he had her committed to a psychiatric hospital.
The original owner had always been proud, and knowing there was no hope of turning things around, she killed herself in the hospital.
She instead became the red thread connecting Li Moyuan and Qiao Nianxi, and in the end, the two lived happily together—a perfect happy ending.
Looking through the transfer records, the amount had already reached over a million yuan—enough to land someone in prison.
Wen Zhiyu’s fingers trembled. She didn’t want to sing the prison blues.
The money was scammed by the original owner—what did that have to do with her?
Being tormented in a psychiatric hospital every day would drive anyone insane, even if they weren’t crazy to begin with.
Wasn’t Li Moyuan at fault too?
What kind of CEO ignores all the heiresses around him and goes looking for true love online?
She didn’t reply for a long time, and the other side sent another message.
LMY: 【Aren’t you curious what I look like?】
LMY: 【Transferring 100,000 yuan.】
The red packet was too tempting, and Wen Zhiyu instinctively tapped it.
But the moment she thought about becoming a psychiatric patient, she immediately closed it. She couldn’t accept it.
Little Fairy: 【No need, you work hard for your money, and Little Fairy feels sorry for you.】
Little Fairy: 【I’ve gained two pounds recently. Wait until I lose it, then we can video call.】
After sending the message, Wen Zhiyu let out a breath.
Thankfully she had transmigrated at this point in time—everything could still be fixed.
As long as she returned the money and broke up with Li Moyuan, she wouldn’t have to worry about being sent to a psychiatric hospital by him.
LMY: 【Why aren’t you calling me big brother? We don’t have to video call. Wait until I get back from my business trip, and we can meet directly.】
Seeing his message, Wen Zhiyu felt even more terrified.
The mission was urgent—she had to return the money as soon as possible.
Little Fairy: 【How do you know I’m in Jing City?】
Could Li Moyuan have already used his power to investigate her location?
At the thought of that possibility, Wen Zhiyu bit her lip in fear, leaving clear teeth marks on her full red lips.
LMY: 【It’s on your feed. We’re in the same city.】
Wen Zhiyu didn’t bother replying and hurriedly checked her feed.
A photo of her shopping at the mall.
Photos of her traveling abroad.
A video of her playing the piano.
…
Her entire feed was crafted to portray her as an ethereal fairy untouched by the mortal world.
She had cleverly hidden her face in all of them.
But every post had a location tag—the most recent one was at Xiyue Mall, only a few minutes’ walk from her apartment.
Delete. Delete them all.
Looking at her now-empty profile, she let out a long breath.
Little Fairy: 【What a coincidence. I’ll go eat first. Big brother, don’t forget to eat too.】
Wen Zhiyu stuck out her tongue and closed the chat with Li Moyuan.
She had checked earlier—she had scammed a total of 3.3 million yuan from Li Moyuan.
That was seriously criminal.
She looked through the other nine online romance targets, which added up to about 800,000 yuan in total.
So Li Moyuan was the biggest sucker of them all.
While she was chatting with Li Moyuan, the other targets kept sending messages.
She couldn’t reply to them all—she really couldn’t.
Wen Zhiyu was as busy as an octopus, checking her assets.
Between her bank card, Alipay, and WeChat, she had a total of 3.26 yuan left.
Great. That could buy her two steamed buns.
The original owner had just ordered a handbag online. Before it shipped, Wen Zhiyu quickly canceled the order.
The refund of 10,000 yuan came through, and she immediately transferred it to the target she had scammed the least, breaking up with him citing incompatibility.
Pay back yours, then pay back yours.
After finishing, she exited the app and took in her room.
The upscale apartment sat in the city center, beside the moat, with the Jing capital’s landmark building visible from the window.
As evening approached, some buildings began to light up, neon lights flickering.
A slideshow on a screen played advertisements.
Wen Zhiyu certainly didn’t let herself suffer. After being kicked out of the Wen family, she simply rented a place in a high-end apartment building.
The location meant the rent was absolutely not cheap. She rummaged through the drawer and found the lease agreement.
The moment she saw the amount, she pinched her philtrum hard.
The original owner was a spendthrift—broke, yet still blowing a hundred thousand yuan a month on rent.
Three bedrooms and a living room, spacious enough for a whole family to live in comfortably.
The rent was paid up to six months in advance—a full six hundred thousand yuan.
Wen Zhiyu quickly changed her shoes and headed out.
She needed to ask if the rent could be refunded.
If it could, she’d almost have enough to cover the debts from all nine online boyfriends.
The full-length mirror by the door reflected a lovely figure.
Petite, about 160 centimeters tall.
Beautiful chestnut curls tied into twin ponytails, topped with an adorable kitten headband.
She wore a black-and-white Peter Pan collar dress, also decorated with cute cat patterns.
Round cheeks, round eyes, a small delicate nose, and soft pink lips.
The whole package looked like a sweet little cake—the kind that melts people’s hearts.
Wen Zhiyu pinched her own cheeks. Why be some vicious heiress? She was going to be the sweet girl.
Looking like this, she could forgive the whole world.
After admiring herself at the door for a moment, she remembered the real matter at hand and headed to the property management office with her bag.
The staff there was quite enthusiastic and asked what she needed.
“Hello, can I terminate the lease early and get a refund? Due to personal reasons, I can’t continue renting.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Wen, but the lease can’t be terminated early.”
Seeing Wen Zhiyu’s pitiful expression, the staff member changed tack and helped her apply for a month of free parking instead.
Wen Zhiyu forced a smile and accepted.
But she didn’t even have a car anymore—her Mini Cooper was left at the Wen residence, probably for Qiao Nianxi now.
The original owner never got around to ordering a new car, mainly because she’d run out of money.
She walked out.
“Is it okay to give her that parking spot? It’s President Li’s.”
“Shh, President Li owns so many properties, and he barely ever stays here. Besides, could you bear to break that little beauty’s heart?”
“No, I couldn’t.”