The Fake Daughter Is Not Innocent

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

She washed her face, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and changed her clothes in one go.

After packing up, she glanced at the clock.

12:20 p.m.

Xiao Ying secretly praised herself. She had gotten everything done in 20 minutes.

What followed was shame.

After all, no matter how fast she was, she could not hide the fact that she had only woken up at twelve.

It didn't matter. She'd slept late last night.

Having made up her mind, she let out a sigh of relief and left the room.

When she went downstairs, she saw Cheng Yang on the sofa.

She was still feeling a little embarrassed.

Although she looked like a child now, her soul wasthat of an adult.

She had slept in a stranger's house until noon.

A huge sense of shame enveloped her.

Cheng Yang noticed her the moment she appeared.

He had not gone out today because he had been waiting for her. He had not expected to have to wait until now.

He looked at the documents and spoke without looking up.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Xiao Ying heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Cheng Yang wasn't such a bad person.

She ran to the dining table and sat down.

She didn't forget to compliment him as usual, saying, "This breakfast is really delicious!"

She didn't care if he could see it or not, she still flashed him a big smile.

Cheng Yang still didn't look up.

He said lazily, "I bought it downstairs."

Xiao Ying was already very familiar with his style of speaking.

She quickly added, "Well, I don't know if it's just because I'm at your house, but I think it smells really good."

These words made him look up.

Cheng Yang looked at her nodding repeatedly, and a hint of ridicule flashed through his eyes.

"Are you sure you're eating breakfast now?"

Watching Xiao Ying's face turn red, Cheng Yang was satisfied.

He closed the document in his hand and walked towards his study.

When he reached the door, Cheng Yang paused.

As if recalling something, he turned to look at the ashamed Xiao Ying. "By the way, I wanted to send you back this morning, but someone hadn't woken up yet, so you can just get the chauffeur to drive you back after you finish eating."

Xiao Ying looked at the closed study door and took an angry bite of the fried dough stick in her hand.

She was practically treating the deep-fried dough sticks as if they were Cheng Yang himself.

This guy was still so mean.

After finishing the fried dough stick, the red on Xiao Ying's face slowly faded.

She activated the amulet in her mind.

"Amulet. How much energy do we have now?"

"Master, the energy stores are full."

"Is that enough for me to learn middle-grade stocks?"

"No. You can only learn a beginner-level course. The energy required for the intermediate-level course is ten times that of the beginner-level course."

"But you can only store so much energy. How can I take an intermediate course?"

"As long as you stay by his side, you won't lack energy."

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The amulet's words made her understand.

As long as she stayed by Cheng Yang's side, she could obtain unlimited energy.

Once he left, she could only use the energy currently stored in the amulet.

"Then can I study intermediate courses now?"

Xiao Ying thought that since she was with Cheng Yang, she should be able to do one.

"Master, you are too far away from him. I can only gather energy within a couple of feet."

Xiao Ying nodded and returned to her room.

She took out a laptop from her bag and ran to Cheng Yang's study.

Just when Cheng Yang thought she would knock on the door…

She leaned against the door and sat down.

Xiao Ying chose to ignore Cheng Yang's words.

That's right.

Xiao Ying's every move was happening under Cheng Yang's watch.

The man who should have been working hard in the study was simply staring intently at the monitor in front of himself.

The person on the screen was Xiao Ying.

She watched as Xiao Ying, who was sitting on the floor by the door, held a small laptop in her hands, her fingers working over it.

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Her practiced movements surprised him.