The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her Chapter 3

Chapter 3
Then, He Jing saw a pair of eyes through the old window covered by the tattered curtains. They were eager, timid, and a little cautious.
After a brief moment of eye contact, the owner of the eyes immediately retreated as if shyly hiding away. He Jing thought for a moment, entered the corridor, and rang the corresponding doorbell.
Unfortunately, the doorbell was broken. He Jing pressed the button with one finger and it wouldn’t come up. She could only knock on the door again and say, “Is anyone there? I’m He Jing.”
After a long time, the door opened a crack. The child who had been leaning against the window peeked out and looked at her, then slowly opened the door.
The dim, damp, and cramped house instantly entered He Jing’s eyes.
A few people were standing in the living room which was less than 20 square meters. Their faces looked obscure under the dim light of the bulb, and their eyes were deep and black.
He Jing didn’t expect to light up the house during the day. She took a look and saw that there was only one window in the house, and the window was facing the wall.
Who would be so wicked to have a window like this? Even the ventilation was a problem!
He Jing cursed in her heart, but she didn’t show it. Instead, she smiled sweetly at the people in the room and greeted them, “Hi, I’m back.”
Everyone in the room looked at her and was dumbfounded by her beautiful smile.
They had long been informed that He Jing was going to be sent back. They had even heard that He Jing had been reluctant to come back and seek death. They expected her to have a bitter expression when she saw them, but they did not expect her to be unexpectedly sweet and passionate.
They scrutinized He Jing from top to bottom. Her expensive and beautiful flouncy dress, every pearl shining radiantly, her white and shiny leather shoes immaculate. Her slightly curled chestnut-colored hair cascaded over her shoulders, resembling a chocolate egg roll, and her fair and delicate face was breathtakingly beautiful, like an angel who had accidentally fallen into the mortal world.
Was she really related to them, with the surname He?
While they were sizing up He Jing, He Jing was also sizing them up. With the help of natural light, she sized them up from tallest to shortest. She saw that their appearances were 70% similar, but each of them had a different temperament.
The brothers had different expressions. Some were aloof, some were delighted, some were longing, some were afraid…
Among them, her eldest brother, He Yuan, seemed the most composed.
He had a very handsome face and looked mature and steady. He was only 22 years old this year, but he had already earned himself a place in a prestigious university through hard work. He supported himself with scholarships every year. He was about to graduate soon.
In the future, he would become the CEO of a listed company. He would master advanced technology and monopolize the entire industry. It could be said that he was destined for greatness.
He Jing smiled and greeted, “Hello, Big Brother.”
He Yuan looked at her calmly, “Welcome back.”
His attitude was not particularly enthusiastic.
He Jing then looked at her second brother, He Ning. He had short, soft black hair, a high nose bridge, double eyelids, and long eyelashes. He had a classic first-love appearance. He was clean and tall, and his handsomeness was overwhelming.
Her second brother, He Ning, had an outstanding academic performance, and he was considered the campus heartthrob. He excelled in basketball and was extremely cool. He was discovered by a talent scout before he graduated and entered the entertainment industry. He became the most popular male idol in the entertainment industry. His fans screamed to have children for him and jumped off a building for him.
At the same time, he was also the second male lead in the book. After finding out that he had no blood relation with Cheng Yi, he erupted with astonishing affection and passionately pursued Cheng Yi.
Well… She had to think of a way to steer him back on track. False orthopedics couldn’t prevail in the radiance of socialism.