I'm the wicked woman who loves money, not people,yet the male leads willingly lavish me with wealth.
She was the vicious supporting character in a "heartthrob" novel, the foil to the heroine's perfect life.
When the male and female leads cornered her into despair and left her for dead, a "Gold Digger System" awakened her.
The system revealed: Only by extracting wealth from the destiny-favored male leads could she absorb their fortune and overturn her path of ruin and tragedy.
From then on, she buried her useless pride, plotting each step solely for profit.
Some mocked her as shallow, greedy, and unscrupulous—
She merely chuckled and asked, "Who in this world doesn’t love money?"
If someone denies it, surely their hypocrisy just isn’t bold enough.
What she didn’t anticipate was that in this crystal-clear game of trading money for survival, the once untouchable elites who laughed at her, called her a “gold digger,” and claimed she wasn’t worthy to serve the heroine, would one by one fall to their knees for her.
Once, they said:
"She’s nothing but a toy."
"Her? A fraudulent gold digger."
"Don’t delude yourself—you’re unworthy of standing beside me."
But later—
They knelt in the dust she had walked across, voices hoarse, eyes brimming with red:
"I’ll be your plaything. Play with me however you want, please?"
"I’ll give you everything. Just look at me one more time."
"I’ll be your dog, always at your beck and call!"
Yet she merely lowered her gaze, gently brushing aside the hands that once seemed untouchable,
"Apologies. I dig for gold—not people."