Summary
At the homecoming banquet, the family’s long-lost daughter threw away my place card, her eyes red.
“Meng Zhiyao, you’ve enjoyed my life all these years. Now you still expect a seat at the head table?”
Every guest in the room changed their expression.
“Some bastard from God knows where. Give the young lady her seat!”
“You’ve spent enough years pretending a barnyard hen is a phoenix. Be grateful.”
Having just secured my position as the group’s successor, I narrowed my eyes and quietly watched them dig their own graves.
I wasn’t the baby who’d been switched at birth.
My brother was.