My nickname was Donkey Dung Egg. After three years hauling bricks on construction sites, I’d saved up 100,000 yuan for my fiancée’s bride price, only for her to dump me that very day. With her arm linked through a rich second-generation heir’s, she insulted me in front of everyone, calling me a low-IQ loser, then posted lovey-dovey photos on her social media.
Before I even had time to cry, a System notification exploded across my screen: [Severe abuse by a toxic woman detected. A cash reward of three million yuan has been deposited!]
I stared at my bank balance, stunned.
So the more people mistreated me, the richer I got?
Before I could even process that discovery, my cousin came along to squeeze my hard-earned money out of me to buy her younger brother a house. A gold-digging woman I’d met on a blind date dragged me shopping, swindled me out of tens of thousands, then blocked me. Even my high-school crush showed up, treating me like a free backup option.
The more they mistreated me, the more money and luck I got, and the more beautiful women threw themselves at me. The gentle owner of a milk tea shop went out of her way to comfort me, a wealthy heiress chased me in her sports car, and a bold female CEO abandoned a hundred-billion-yuan project just to follow me...
Every toxic woman who schemed against me ended up unlucky and bankrupt, then came crawling back to beg on her knees. Every good woman who treated me sincerely found happiness.
The day my ex-fiancée, buried in debt, begged me to take her back, I had four top-tier heroines in my arms and assets worth over a hundred million yuan.
Being simple and honest doesn’t mean being a pushover. It’s the key to Donkey Dung Egg’s comeback. The more toxic women mistreat me, the more spectacular my life gets!
