Transmigrating As a Poor Fake Heiress with Trillions in Family Asset - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Since Sang Jing has no blood relation to us, she naturally must leave the An family.”

“Siyuan, you are our biological daughter, so of course, you must return to the An family and become one of us.”

Inside a brightly lit, magnificent villa, a well-preserved middle-aged woman spoke to a plainly dressed but beautiful young girl.

The girl, named Siyuan, had eyes full of innocence and worry. “But Mom and Dad said they wouldn’t want a sister. Even if she is sent back, they will drive her away.”

At this, the girl’s gaze dimmed. “Mom and Dad always wanted a son. Even though my sister is their biological daughter, they said she wasn’t raised by them and they aren’t close, so they won’t take her.”

The middle-aged woman, Mrs. An, replied, “But she isn’t my child either. I’ve raised her for 23 years, and that is enough. The fact that I’m not making her pay back every cent I spent on her is already an act of utmost kindness. Do you really expect me to keep her here to fight over the resources that belong to you?”

Her tone grew even more severe. “And you must remember clearly: your only mother and father are me and your dad. Those two people from before are just your foster parents. Do not make that mistake again.”

Siyuan lowered her head, not daring to say another word to her stern mother.

Sitting beside Mrs. An was a group of wealthy socialites who had come to watch the drama unfold. The “show” they were waiting for was to see exactly what the “ugly face of the poor” looked like.

Mrs. An was a well-known figure in their circle, and her family had recently undergone a massive upheaval. Due to an unexpected early labor, Mrs. An hadn’t made it to her reserved private hospital and ended up at a nearby maternity clinic. As a result, the babies were swapped. The daughter she had raised for over twenty years turned out to belong to someone else!

Her biological daughter had grown up in the city’s slums. Though she appeared well-behaved and pretty, she lacked the refined air of a high-society lady.

Today was a significant day. The original Miss An—the girl now named Sang Jing—was to be picked up by her biological parents. Rumor had it that the family was not only poor but insatiably greedy, and they weren’t coming just to pick up their daughter, but to extort a massive sum of money.

The socialites were eager for the spectacle.

One woman, sitting closest to Mrs. An, elegantly stroked her fresh manicure and smiled. “Mrs. An, you must be careful. I heard that the family doesn’t just want to reject Sang Jing—oh, look at me, I’m still not used to the name swap—I heard they don’t want Sang Jing and even want to take Siyuan back! They claim they raised her and have a bond. It’s going to be a battle; the poor are best at making a scene, aren’t they?”

Mrs. An gave a noble, cold sneer. “Bond? I know exactly what they’re planning. They just want me to give them compensation before they’ll take Sang Jing away. Or they want Siyuan back so they can use my blood relation with her to squeeze benefits out of me. Vulgar, low-class citizens!”

Another woman chimed in, “Exactly. If these people stay poor forever, they can’t cause trouble. But the moment they see a chance to strike it rich, they’ll do anything to grab it. You can’t expect people from the slums to have any character or manners.”

On the sofa, the “true” heiress, An Siyuan, listened to the insults with her head down. Though she knew they weren’t talking about her current self, having grown up in the slums, she felt a wave of sadness and shame. Why were they swapped? She could have been as elegant as them, but now she felt like she couldn’t even straighten her back.

No, it’s not my fault, she thought. I am a victim too. Why should I be ashamed?

Meanwhile, someone was hiding at the corner of the second-floor staircase. This was the “fake” heiress the socialites were mocking: Sang Jing.

Sang Jing hadn’t expected to transmigrate. She could still feel the phantom pain of the car crash—the impact of flesh and bone. She had been born into a happy, wealthy family in her previous life, but she had been sickly since childhood. She had died in a crash while her parents were rushing her to the hospital during a storm.

To her, death was a constant shadow, so it wasn’t scary—she just missed her family. After arriving here, she lay in bed for a while, processing the original host’s memories. She realized with a shock that she was inside a novel she had once read.

It was a classic “true and false heiress” melodrama. The female lead was originally named Sang Jing but was renamed An Siyuan after the swap was discovered. An Siyuan was a pure, “white lotus” character who took over the original Sang Jing’s engagement to a domineering CEO. However, the CEO only loved his childhood friend (the original Sang Jing), and because the original Sang Jing was vicious, she manipulated the CEO into tormenting the female lead.

In her past life, Sang Jing had read the book out of boredom while hospitalized. She had been stunned by the ending where the female lead forgave everything and jumped into the male lead’s arms just because he confessed.

Now, Sang Jing was stunned for a different reason: she was the vicious female supporting character destined for a miserable end.

Having a second chance at life, Sang Jing cherished it deeply. She had a companion in this rebirth: the “Plot Deviation System.”

The system was simple, looking like a transparent screen designed by a sleepy programmer. It showed only one value: 0%.

When she focused on it, a message appeared:

Fulfilling the original soul’s dying wish, this system has selected a host with the same name to inherit this body. We hope the host can change the original character’s fate and deviate entirely from the plot. When the deviation reaches 100%, the host will gain permanent control of this body. If 100% is not reached within 5 years, the host’s previous ailments will return twofold.

Listening to the insults from downstairs, Sang Jing decided that even without a system, she would stay far away from these hypocritical socialites and her original “extreme” biological parents from the book. In the novel, her birth parents were the ones who pushed her to interfere with the leads’ relationship. She planned to leave this mess and use the business skills she learned from her father in her past life to support herself.

Just then, the butler announced, “Madam, Mr. and Mrs. Sang have arrived.”

Mrs. An frowned in disgust. “How unlucky. Having poor people like this in the house will bring nothing but misfortune.”

The Sang couple entered. Their plain, rustic clothing immediately triggered Mrs. An’s disdain.

Before they could speak, Mrs. An snapped, “Let me make one thing clear. Although you raised my daughter, I have also raised yours into an excellent young lady. I know exactly what people like you from the slums are thinking, but don’t expect a single penny from me! I’d rather throw money away than give it to you and fuel your greed!”

Another socialite covered her mouth, her eyes full of mockery. “You were born poor; you should live a poor life. Don’t dream of climbing onto the An family to change your fate. Some people are just meant to struggle at the bottom.”

To their surprise, the plainly dressed couple didn’t look angry. The middle-aged woman simply said calmly, “Understood. Where is my daughter? Call her out. I will take her home immediately, and we won’t bother you again.”

Upstairs, Sang Jing was shocked. In the original book, this couple had been red-faced with shame but shameless in their demands for money, nearly rolling on the floor. They had only left after Mrs. An threw 10,000 yuan on the ground like they were beggars.

But the voice of this woman sounded incredibly familiar… it sounded exactly like her mother from her previous life!

Sang Jing couldn’t stay calm. She rushed to the stairs and looked down. As her eyes met those of the Sang couple, her vision blurred with tears. Despite the woman’s weathered face, the expression in her eyes was unmistakable.

It’s my mom!

Had the car accident brought her mother here too? And what about her father? She looked at the man beside her. Without a second thought, she ran down the stairs.

The three of them stood face to face, trembling with suppressed emotion. They were a family that loved deeply but remained composed—a habit formed from years of keeping Sang Jing’s environment calm for her health.

“It’s good,” Sang Jing’s mother whispered with a faint smile, her eyes red. “Let’s go. Come home with Mom and Dad.”

Sang Jing nodded. “Okay.”

The onlookers were stunned. Mrs. An’s face turned bright red with confusion. Why was Sang Jing so close to these strangers? She had claimed just this morning that she only recognized Mrs. An as her mother. And wasn’t Siyuan certain they didn’t want her? Where was the extortion? Where was the scene?

Mrs. An glared at An Siyuan.

Siyuan was equally shocked. In her memory, her parents had always wanted a son and hated having a daughter. They had explicitly said they wanted money, not children. Why were they looking at Sang Jing with such genuine love? Why were they leaving without even taking her luggage?

Was it really just because I wasn’t their biological child? Siyuan felt a pang of resentment. She felt that Sang Jing had stolen twenty years of elite education and was now a sought-after socialite who could marry into wealth regardless of her family background, while she herself had been ruined by the slums, not even knowing basic etiquette.

“Dad… Uncle! Auntie!” Siyuan stepped forward, unable to help herself from calling out.

Just as the crowd expected a final twist or a demand for money, Sang Jing’s father, Sang Wei, addressed Mrs. An. His voice carried an unexpected, commanding presence. “Now that the daughters have been returned, as you said, we owe each other nothing. Farewell.”

If he were wearing a suit, he would have looked perfectly at home in a boardroom. This only made Mrs. An feel more slighted.

“Do you have some other scheme?” Mrs. An shrieked. “I told you, you won’t get a cent!”

Sang Wei frowned. “We have no such intention. Please don’t flatter yourself.”

Sang Jing turned back to Mrs. An and Siyuan, her expression cold and composed. “Thank you, Mrs. An, for your care over the years. But as you said, we are strangers now. That is for the best. Don’t worry, we want nothing from the An family. Everything you gave me stays here; it belongs to Siyuan anyway.”

She turned to her parents. “Let’s go home.”

The Sang family walked out together, leaving the “spectators” staring at Mrs. An. The “show” they expected—the begging, the screaming, the greed—never happened.

The villa remained brilliantly lit, but the atmosphere had turned awkwardly silent and cold.