Good Morning, Mr. White Fox

Because of a marriage pact made by their grandfathers, Song Yu, who had been left to fend for herself for more than a decade, was brought back to the Song family to marry in her younger sister's place. People were always saying that the Song family's eldest daughter was a liar who had made up all sorts of stories since childhood to get adults' attention: a talking fox running under the windowsill, a little squirrel playing shuttlecock in the grass... Compared with her clever, gentle, and well-read younger sister, she was like a firefly beside the moon, worlds apart. They also said that being allowed to marry in her sister's place was an honor, and the only reason the Song family had raised her all these years. They went on and on... Later, when those words reached Song Yu, she looked at the young man beside her, idly turning a bone comb in his hands, and at the white fox curled up on his lap, fast asleep. Faced with all those tangled connections, she didn't know where to begin.

"Why did you choose me?"

"I've told you before: along the path fate has laid out, you were always destined to be my bride. I wasn't lying."

"..."

Seeing her doubt, the man smiled and spoke earnestly. "Well, to be precise, I was destined to become your devoted admirer..."

"All right." Worried he would go on to say something improper with a perfectly straight face, Song Yu cut him off. "I'll believe anything you say. There's no need to spell it out, thanks."

Later, rumors spread throughout the association, and somehow a whole truckload of men became Song Yu's devoted admirers. Mr. Jiang, a man as refined and unblemished as moonlight, couldn't take it anymore.

"Song Yu, when are you going to give me a proper place in your life?"

P.S. Sweet romance, urban fantasy, and plenty of demons, ghosts, and spirits.