My name is Liu Ruyan.
On the day I turned eighteen and awakened my spirit beast, I drew the weakest spirit pet in history.
My girlfriends, who used to flock around me, changed their faces on the spot, saying they were embarrassed to even be seen with me.
The friends I'd grown up with blocked every way I had to contact them.
Even my family struck me from the main branch overnight and tossed me into the lowest-grade woodshed. Even the dogs ate warmer food than I did.
The once-genius young lady became the biggest laughingstock in the whole city overnight.
When my betrothed heard the news, they immediately called off our engagement.
But what I didn't know was that the friends I made online were all fabulously rich, one after another.
There was a shrewd, darkly charming heartthrob rich enough to rival a nation,
a clingy, adorable puppy-like guy,
a handsome, sunny college boy who was actually a lovesick yandere,
a shy little boy who loved wearing sailor uniforms,
a cool, aloof heartthrob who was the only one genuinely in love with me,
a wealthy young master who was a literary degenerate,
and a rich young master who dressed in women's clothes every day and called me “hubby.”
When I found out who they were, I was stunned.
After the shrewd heartthrob rich enough to rival a nation learned my spirit beast was the worst of the lot, he spent billions of Huaxia coins on research to make it mutate.
When I was bullied, the handsome college boy who was secretly a lovesick yandere heard about it and rushed to take revenge for me.
When I was bored, the little boy sent me a whole set of shy photos.
The college boy, who was more handsome than any celebrity, saved every voice message I'd sent him and turned down every flirtatious advance from others.
That literary degenerate rich young master turned out to be the most famous gang boss's son in the underground city.
Even more absurdly, the young master who wouldn't even lend me ten yuan was the second son of a warlord in a foreign country.
At least the puppy-like guy was a food delivery driver, not some leader's son, right?
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