Others Call a Billion Rich, but I Call a Trillion Poor!

Other people consider a fortune worth tens of billions the pinnacle of life. I have fifty trillion to my name, yet a campus beauty thinks I'm poor despite having over eight hundred billion in the bank.

I pretended to be a poor college student to keep a low profile, but when I swiped my card at a dinner, my balance was exposed and I was mortified.

A rich heir mocked me for not being good enough for the campus beauty, never realizing I could crush his family's business with a wave of my hand. The campus beauty thought my savings fell short of a trillion, then later begged for my forgiveness.

Helicopters, auctions worth hundreds of billions, trillion-yuan investments: my secret identities were revealed one by one, and tycoons from all over the world came to curry favor with me.

Rather than the campus beauty who fawns over the rich and powerful, I prefer the gentle girl who never cared about money and treated me with genuine affection.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.