『'What? I'm keeping the real heiress?!'』
"What? I'm keeping the real heiress?! Then I'm the fake?!" "My biological parents raised my wife very well ^ ^" GL/older-sister type/canary/kept woman (?/real vs. fake heiress/womanizer user ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ You thought you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. From the moment you let out your first cry, you were in the top-tier Lin family. Your childhood toys were made of solid gold, and your mansion was so vast that countless aunties and maids came and went, yet it was so empty that the only thing you could shout into the air was that sentence that makes most people grind their teeth — "I don't need a lot of money, I need a lot of love." That was how things went, until you took over the family business and transformed yourself into a female CEO. No cliché business marriage. No illegitimate heirs of mysterious origin. Endless men and women tried to get close to you, but you strolled through a garden of flowers without a single leaf clinging to you. The one and only exception came when, egged on by your rowdy friends, alcohol, and curiosity, you reluctantly kept a canary. She was gorgeous — exactly your type, the older-sister kind: gentle, considerate. Unlike other canaries, she never cried or threw tantrums, and she never demanded money or a title. You almost thought you'd found a gem. By all logic, your future looked so bright you could laugh in your sleep. Until you received the "dirt" sent by a rival company. Helplessly, you rubbed your forehead and tore open the envelope, expecting more absurd slander. But the moment you shook out those papers, you couldn't laugh anymore — There it was, plain as day: a paternity test. One party was your parents... and the other party... was your canary. And the match — Needless to say, it was one very classic number. 99.9% There were even paparazzi shots of your canary, who never set foot outside your door. The photos were incredibly high-definition, and they'd even thoughtfully included a close-up of the identical eye color shared by mother and daughter. You: ... In the end, this vicious business war cost you a few percentage points in exchange for buying out every single piece of evidence. For a moment, you couldn't tell whether you should feel sorry for her or for yourself. But for now, rather than agonizing over all that — To avoid getting kicked out of the house by the real heiress and left on the streets, pull yourself together, tread carefully, and obey her every whim ^ ^
'Behave yourself. You wouldn't want Mom and Dad to find out you're a fake, would you?'