It's Actually Not Easy Wanting to be a Supporting Male Lead - Chapter 12 part6

Former bigshot, Ying Zijin, woke up one day as the lost daughter of the Ying family, who had been missing for fifteen years. The Ying family promptly adopted another child to replace her.Upon returning to the wealthy family, everyone mocked her for not being as clever, capable, sensible, and elegant as a fake heiress. Her parents considered her a stain on the family and warned her not to harbor any illusions of being a lady of the family. They said she should be grateful for being a foster daughter, or else they would send her away.Ying Zijin: “I’ll leave then. No need to see me off.”While the Ying family celebrated joyously and others waited to see the real heiress make a fool of herself, influential figures from various fields took action.The top-rated idol with the most influential fans said, “Miss Ying, just let me know if you need anything.”The heir to a global economic monopoly said, “Ying family? What’s that? Boss, should we just wipe them out?”The number one martial artist in the country asked, “Who dares to bully my master?”The genius teenage boy with an IQ of 228 said, “That’s my sister.”A man with an incredibly seductive appearance smirked lazily and casually, saying, “Sure, then call me brother-in-law.”The influential figures were confused.When the real heiress’ true identity was restored, it caused a sensation on the internet. The Ying family went crazy and knelt, crying and begging her to come back.

In the pursuit of wealth and land, cultivation was actually a very expensive luxury activity. Having unintentionally received the legacy of the legendary cultivator, alchemist, and medical scholar Ge Hong, the simple mountain man Ge Dongxu began to earnestly make money. While most people were still in high school, he had already started to earn money for his alchemy and cultivation as he studied. While most college students were worried about the expenses of having a girlfriend, he had already become a boss. When most college graduates were busy sending out resumes in search of a job, and rich second-generation kids were showing off sports cars in front of beauties, he had already become a super-rich heir, and of course, a supreme medical saint hidden in plain sight.

“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”

On one spring evening when I was eight years old, I, Erica, Duke of Aurelia’s daughter, realized something.