[Strong Female Lead + No Romance + Rise on the Border]
She was once a heaven-blessed prodigy, but now she survives by scavenging trash on the northern Myanmar border.
When she was five, Little Sprout found a man covered in wounds. She treated him and shared her meager food, then pleaded pitifully, “You have to be my dad. You’re not allowed to die.”
He was the first big shot Little Sprout brought into her fold: Fu Yanci, the fallen young master of a jade-trading dynasty.
Later…
Warlords chased after her, begging to become her godparents.
Childless tycoons fought to bring her home as their heir.
Her birth mother knelt with her entire family, begging her to acknowledge them.
After bringing all kinds of big shots into her fold, they showered her with money, pulled strings, and personally stood up for her. The lonely little orphan who once couldn’t afford a meal became the one person nobody on the border dared to provoke.
Later, when she returned to the capital…
Every morning, she woke to find a table full of butlers sitting outside her door.
Which family should she go to?
Little Sprout was very troubled.
Fu Yanci scowled and slammed the door shut. “She’s my daughter. Nobody’s taking her.”
Content warning:
This is a slow-burn story about someone who grows, inch by inch, from the dirt.
She isn’t waiting for someone to save her. Her sheer vitality is what changes everyone around her.
