Rumor had it that Xia Sanghuan was not only a frail sickly girl but also a little jinx who had killed both her foster father and birth mother. At eighteen, the Fu family — one of Hua Nation's Four Great Houses — brought her back from the countryside. The jinx everyone else avoided became the Fu family's cherished treasure; they were terrified she might get hurt. 　　Her sister doted on her, her brother spoiled her, her father loved her, yet they still couldn't remove her label as a country bumpkin and secretly mocked her as the Fu family's blemish. Little did they know the girl was hiding layer upon layer of secret identities. 　　Leng Chuanjin lowered his head and leaned in, his voice low and magnetic, "A big shot in the medical world, hm?" 　　The little girl frantically wiped the sweat from her brow, smiling sheepishly, "I couldn't possibly, I couldn't possibly..." 　　He curled his lips and came even closer, "Worth over a hundred million?" 　　"Ha." Xia Sanghuan was sweating profusely. "They're lying to you, I have no money! I'm a pauper!" 　　Leng Chuanjin's mouth lifted slightly as he scooped her up horizontally, "It's okay, we'll tally it up slowly at home!" 　　Everyone sensed disaster looming; the fans stepped forward and bowed, "Farewell, Big Boss!"