At this mont, Yana face was flushed with excitent. When she checked the platform's backend, she saw that the gifts she had received totaled over three hundred thousand dollars.
Even after the platform's 50% cut, she would still walk away with one hundred fifty thousand dollars—a windfall that seed to have fallen from the heavens. It was an unimaginable sum for Yana, whose family, despite her status as a campus belle, was only middle-class at best.
Since childhood, she had been the center of attention, admired like a goddess. However, before university, she had never received any truly valuable gifts.
The so-called rich second-generation boys or devoted admirers in university at most gave her phones or iPads—never jewelry or cash.
The most extravagant offer she had ever received was from a contractor working on campus, who claid he wanted to sponsor her with a monthly allowance of 10,000 dollars.
At that ti, Yana was montarily tempted, as the idea of spending 10,000 dollars freely without having to keep admirers hanging seed incredibly appealing.
However, the contractor's appearance was so unappealing that Yana ultimately couldn't bring herself to accept what she saw as degrading money.
One of her dormmates, however, had been sponsored before. The arrangent promised her 3,000 dollars a month in pocket money.
In this modern era of "mocking the poor but not the promiscuous," her dormmate had openly shared the story without sha. No one looked down on her; instead, others envied her.
So girls even had boyfriends at school while being sponsored by wealthy n outside, juggling multiple relationships with ease—it had beco the norm.
But the tragedy was that the sponsorship lasted only a month. The man, who took Viagra to sustain his relentless desires, grew tired of her quickly and ended the arrangent by the second month.
The girl was left devastated. Her back ached from constant activity, her mouth was swollen from doing unspeakable things during her period, and even her ass had been explored.
All of that, just for 3,000 dollars—it hardly seed worth it. Clearly, sponsorship wasn't a reliable long-term solution.
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"Sis, sis!!!"
Lily rubbed her eyes, saying, "Am I dreaming?"
"Brother Poor Guy, are you there?" Yana quickly asked, snapping out of her daze.
"Logged off!!!"
Despite the constant flow of comnts, this single ssage from "Poor Guy" stood out, shining like the lone moon amidst countless stars in the sky.
At that mont, Lily, who had been fiddling with her phone nearby, suddenly had a flash of insight and discreetly nudged her sister under the table.
Yana snapped back to her senses and imdiately inford her fans with a quick comnt before logging off the live stream. Originally, her follower count had been in the hundreds, but it had now surged to ten thousand.
The reason was simple: although she seed dazed during the PK and barely interacted, the sharp-eyed rich crowd recognized her appeal.
The massive amount of gifts proved that she wasn't just another heavily edited beauty, and the constant praise from her admirers about her status as a campus queen only added to her newfound popularity.
Lily, being clever and quick-witted, imdiately took her sister's phone during the PK session and sent a private ssage to Ryan.
"Brother, can I add you on WhatsApp?"
Yana, who had always been the one approached by others, found herself unable to maintain her usual pride and took the initiative this ti.
Seeing the campus goddess being so proactive, the now-confident Ryan directly sent over his WhatsApp ID.
Lily added him in a heartbeat, but Ryan was still busy sending gifts and only had ti to accept the friend request once he was done.
Though the wait lasted only two or three minutes, it felt like an eternity.
Even Yana, while still streaming, would anxiously glance down at her phone from ti to ti. For the first ti, she experienced the feeling of nervous anticipation.
After ending her stream, she couldn't wait to ssage him: "Brother, you ended so early. Are you busy now?"
Looking at the ti, it was around seven o'clock.
"I'm hungry and thinking about finding sothing to eat," Ryan replied.
When Yana saw that he was also in Griffith, she hesitated, but her sister chid in, "Sis, what are you hesitating for? He's the rich version of the top benefactor!"
Yana eyes lit up too. Gritting her teeth, she imdiately sent a ssage: "I haven't eaten either. How about I treat you?"
"Haha, eting in person? I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," Ryan replied, feeling inexplicably nervous.
"Not at all! Does Brother really see as such a shallow, materialistic woman?" Yana responded, feeling slightly guilty as she typed.
Ryan, on the other hand, smirked coldly when he read them.
'If it weren't for the 300,000 in gifts, you probably wouldn't even glance at .'
But despite his inner cynicism, Ryan couldn't suppress his excitent. After all, the other party was a stunningly beautiful woman.
"I'm not used to won treating , so let treat you!" he replied decisively.
After sending the ssage, an idea struck him. "Let's et at Domina!"
"Okay, I'll get ready and head out right away," Yana responded eagerly.
"I'll be there in about half an hour," he added.
"I won't be late," she assured him.
Putting down her phone, Yana rushed to her bedroom and began picking out her most beautiful dress and matching handbag.
Her younger sister Lily followed her in with a cheeky grin. "Sis, be honest, have you figured out who my future brother-in-law is?"
"I have no idea!" Yana frowned slightly, replying as she sorted through her wardrobe.
She replayed all the people she knew in her mind—Simps, backup plans, even high school classmates and teachers.
Who could possibly be so generous?
Soone capable of casually spending hundred of thousands in gifts must have assets worth at least tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions.
Yana thoughts churned as she prepared, and her anticipation only grew stronger.
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