The Beautiful, Tragic Paper Boy I Spent Money On Wants to Marry Me

Bai Zhixi was a rich young lady from a good family, with a good personality. She just had bad luck.

She was sickly, and learned to take medicine before she learned to eat.

She spent most of her life in the hospital and couldn't go to school or play with children her own age. All she could do was stay in the hospital and learn about the world through books and television.

Her world was very simple, as simple as a black-and-white sketch drawn with a single stroke.

Even though her family loved her dearly, there were always times when she was left alone.

One day, Bai Zhixi downloaded a pet-raising game app. As she watched the frail, helpless, pitiful little girl in the game get bullied in all sorts of ways, she experienced anger for the first time.

"They're not even feeding my daughter enough! I'll buy her a fancy meal. No, no, the doctor said kids need good nutrition. Milk, eggs, and buns are better."

"How dare they look down on my daughter for wearing shabby clothes? Why are those kids so awful? I'll buy her designer clothes, cute little dresses and shoes. No, no, Dad, Mom, and my brother all say clothes should be comfortable. This style is simple, and apparently the fabric is soft enough for a baby's delicate skin. My daughter likes sports, so I'll buy her several pairs of sneakers."

"Hey! Why are there so many scars on my daughter's face? Someone's bullying her! Who did it? Step forward! I'm going to give her a piece of my mind!"

Watching her daughter grow up little by little, Bai Zhixi smiled with the satisfaction of a proud mother.

Lu Yi was the illegitimate child of a wealthy family. After her mother died, she was taken back to the family.

But to the Lu family, her existence was a terrible disgrace. She was a stain on the image of marital bliss that her father had cultivated for forty or fifty years, and a thorn in her stepmother's side.

Everyone shunned and bullied her, trampling her into the mud and humiliating her.

Just as she was slowly dying in the darkness of despair, it was as if Heaven had heard her prayers and sent her a little fairy.

At first, Lu Yi thought of her as a god.

Later, Lu Yi wanted to pull her down from her pedestal and bring her to her side...

Lu Yi: Are you a goddess?

Bai Zhixi: No, my name is Bai Zhixi. But if you insist, you can call me... Mom?

Lu Yi: ...

Theme: All my light and warmth come from her. She is deeply etched into my bones, my blood, and my genes. For all eternity, she can never be removed.