After Losing My Memory, the Men I Catfished Online Line Up for Kisses

[Amnesiac sweetheart vs. vile aristocrats / all male leads are virgins / a battle for her affections] After her roommate stole her photos to use in an online romance and then falsely accused her of trying to steal someone’s place, Ruan Nanxing leapt from the teaching building. The good news: she survived. The bad news: she had amnesia. When she woke up, her phone was full of men saved under the contact name “Husband.” Ruan Nanxing fell into deep thought. “Is polygamy legal now? Or… are the perks of heaven just that good?” She couldn’t remember a thing, and the hospital was already demanding payment for her medical bills. With nowhere else to turn, she decided to ask “Husband Number One” for help: [You there? Send me some cash.] He replied instantly: “I hate fake women. Get lost.” Ruan Nanxing: “??? I thought you were my husband?” Number One told her to get lost, Number Two told her to die, and Numbers Three, Four, and Five promptly earned themselves a place on her block list. Ruan Nanxing read through the chat history, growing angrier by the second. They had all been so sweet before, each practically ready to give her his life. Now they were all acting like they didn’t know her? She took a deep breath, grabbed her phone, and marched straight into the territory of these powerful men. They called her calculating and a little green tea, and looked down on everything she did. Later… The young heir knelt on one knee. “Xingxing, I’m your dog. Woof, woof, woof.” The professor apologized with red-rimmed eyes. “I was blind. My baby has the prettiest eyes in the world.” The idol posted a hundred declarations of love. “Baby, please pay attention to me. Think of it as a reward.” The domineering CEO handed her a certificate for a star region. “I bought a star and named it Ruan Nanxing.” The mixed-race mafia boss pushed a black card toward her. “However much you spend is however many times.” Ruan Nanxing looked at the men lined up in front of her, begging her to take them in, and slowly typed a question mark.