Early in the morning, gentle sunlight filtered through the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows like a thin veil of gold, softly illuminating the exquisitely decorated dining room of the Yang family.
The tableware on the dining table gleamed faintly, reflecting the sunlight and creating a warm atmosphere.
Yet that warmth stood in stark contrast to the mood inside the room.
Yang Mian sat quietly at the dining table, leisurely eating bread and drinking milk.
Her movements were elegant and unhurried, as though time itself slowed around her. Every gesture carried an innate sense of nobility.
However, her eyes held a trace of indifference, like a bottomless icy pond, making it impossible for others to discern her thoughts.
At that moment, hurried footsteps echoed from the staircase, shattering the silence in the dining room.
Yang Huan came rushing downstairs with her schoolbag on her back.
The moment she spotted Yang Mian sitting at the table, her brows imperceptibly furrowed, and a flash of disgust crossed her eyes. But it vanished just as quickly, replaced by a sweet smile.
Turning toward the Yang family members, she cheerfully said,
“Mom, Dad, I’m leaving first! There’s a speech at school today, and I can’t be late.”
As she spoke, she deliberately put on an anxious expression and hurried toward the door.
Yang Mother gently set down her glass of milk and frowned slightly.
“Wait for your sister. I’m going out later, and your father has to go to the company. Neither of us is headed in the same direction. There’s only one car available to take you girls to school today.”
Yang Huan immediately looked troubled.
“But Mom, Sister isn’t even ready yet. And today’s speech is really important to me. I have to get to school right away. I really can’t wait.”
Yang Wencheng sat nearby with a cold expression.
“You go ahead. No need to wait for her.”
Truthfully, he had never liked this daughter who had only recently been brought back into the family.
In his eyes, Yang Mian was timid and dull, unlike Yang Huan, who knew how to act cute and make him happy.
Compared to Yang Mian, he naturally preferred Yang Huan, the daughter he had raised.
Hearing her father’s words, Yang Huan’s eyes flashed with triumph.
“Okay, Dad.”
Yang Wencheng simply grunted in acknowledgment.
Yang Mother reminded her worriedly,
“Be careful on the road.”
“Okay. Bye, Mom and Dad.”
As Yang Huan prepared to leave, Yang Mother turned back with a troubled expression.
“What about Mianmian? How is she getting to school? Why don’t you take her?”
Yang Wencheng rejected the idea without hesitation.
“No. I have a meeting at the company. I don’t have time to take her. You do it.”
Yang Mother frowned helplessly.
“My dance troupe has a performance today. I need to get there quickly, and it’s completely out of the way. If I take Mianmian, I’ll be late.”
Yang Mian looked up, her expression still indifferent.
“No need. I’ll go by myself. As if I care whether you take me or not.”
Yang Mother seemed to catch her muttering and looked embarrassed.
“Mianmian, I’m sorry. Mommy really has something important today. I’ll take you next time.”
After glancing at her watch, her face suddenly changed.
“Oh no! I’m running out of time.”
She hurriedly grabbed her handbag from the side cabinet and rushed out of the Yang residence without looking back.
Yang Wencheng also stood up and straightened his tie.
“I need to go to the company for a meeting. Figure out your own way to school.”
Yang Mian responded casually.
“Oh. Sure.”
Figure out her own way?
Walk there?
Of course, she wasn’t the original Yang Mian.
She was a grand master of mystic arts.
Unfortunately, while cultivating, she had been struck by a heavenly lightning bolt and somehow transmigrated into the body of this Yang Mian, who happened to share the same name as her.
Over the past few days, she had been trying to adapt to this brand-new world.
She knew this was a society governed by law, where everything operated according to rules and regulations.
Honestly, she quite liked that.
After all, without rules, there could be no order.
No longer dwelling on it, Yang Mian picked up her schoolbag, slung it securely over her shoulder, and walked out the door.
The moment she stepped outside, a car sped toward her.
Splash!
Water sprayed up and instantly soaked her clothes.
Yang Mian frowned and looked carefully.
The culprit was none other than her so-called younger sister, Yang Huan.
Confused, Yang Mian thought:
Wasn’t she supposedly in a hurry to get to school?
Why was she still here?
Yang Huan poked her head out of the car window, wearing a fake apologetic expression.
“Oh dear, Sister! I’m so sorry. I accidentally got your clothes dirty.”
The tone was dripping with green-tea hypocrisy. Anyone could hear the insincerity.
Yang Mian sneered inwardly.
As if she couldn’t tell.
Hmph.
There was never any speech to begin with.
Yang Huan simply didn’t want the driver taking Yang Mian to school and was deliberately trying to embarrass her.
She really loved putting on a show.
Seeing Yang Mian remain silent, Yang Huan grew even more smug.
“Sister, I’m leaving now. Enjoy walking to school. Bye-bye!”
She even waved at Yang Mian from inside the car.
Anger surged within Yang Mian.
Without changing her expression, she raised a hand and traced a circle toward the vehicle while muttering an incantation under her breath.
“Ahhh!”
A scream rang out.
The car door suddenly malfunctioned, and Yang Huan was thrown out by inertia.
Even more coincidentally, she landed directly on a pile of dog poop by the roadside.
Her mouth struck it dead-on.
She took a solid bite.
Yang Mian glanced at her coldly.
“Your mouth is filthy enough already. You might as well eat crap.”
With that, she turned and left without another glance.
Behind her, Yang Huan’s screams echoed endlessly.
Yang Mian casually used a mystical technique to dry the water stains on her clothes.
The reason she had ended up in the original Yang Mian’s body had a lot to do with Yang Huan.
This Yang Huan was the very definition of a white lotus.
A master actress.
Yang Huan was the nanny’s daughter.
Yang Mian was the real heiress.
How had the truth been discovered?
Because the young master of the Huo family, one of the Four Great Families of the capital, had fallen ill.
They needed a young woman whose fate was compatible with his to perform a marriage blessing ritual.
A fortune-teller calculated that the Yang family of Ling City had a daughter whose birth chart matched Young Master Huo’s perfectly.
So the Huo family arrived with the fortune-teller in tow.
They specifically requested Yang Wencheng’s daughter.
However, after examining Yang Huan’s physiognomy, the fortune-teller determined she wasn’t the girl they were looking for.
Then he noticed Yang Mian sweeping the floor in the Yang household.
After making some calculations on his fingers, he declared:
“The nanny’s daughter is actually the true heiress.”
Because of this, Yang Mother arranged a DNA test.
The results confirmed that the babies had been switched.
The nanny had worked for the Yang family for nineteen years.
Coincidentally, both women had given birth in the same hospital maternity ward.
The nanny firmly insisted she knew nothing about the switch and claimed it was possible that a nurse had made a mistake.
Yang Mother believed the nanny would never intentionally commit such a scheme.
As a result, the matter was never investigated further.
Nevertheless, Yang Mian was her biological daughter and had to be brought home.
At the same time, Yang Huan had been raised by Yang Mother from infancy.
She couldn’t bear to send Yang Huan back to the nanny.
So she proposed raising both girls together.
She even told the nanny she could continue working for the Yang family.
That way, everyone could remain one big family.
On the surface, nothing would change.
And thus began the story of the true and fake heiresses.
The Huo family specifically named Yang Mian as the girl they wanted.
As a result, an engagement was arranged.
The Huo family also paid a bride price of one billion yuan.
By name, Yang Mian was now the Huo family’s future young madam.
As for why Yang Mian had transmigrated—
A few days earlier, Yang Huan had gotten into an argument with the original Yang Mian.
The original Yang Mian hit her head during the conflict.
That accident created the opportunity for the current Yang Mian to take over the body.
Transmigration?
What was there to fear?
She was a grand master of mystic arts.
She would simply treat it as descending the mountain for experience.
After cultivating alone in the mountains for thousands of years, life had become unbearably dull.
Since she was here, she might as well have some fun.
Still, when the heavenly lightning struck her, several glowing words had appeared in the sky:
Your mortal ties remain unresolved. You cannot ascend.
Only by severing familial attachments and obtaining true love can you achieve enlightenment and ascend.
Cutting off family ties would be easy.
But obtaining true love?
What kind of nonsense was that?
She was a mystic arts grandmaster who had lived for thousands of years.
She had never once fallen in love.