Chinese Drama Rich Guy Pretends To Be Poor Novels & Stories

Vangie turned to what he was referring to, even he smiled when he saw that the young man was taking care of his girlfriend. "Oh, yes. I remember when I was young. There was also a young man who took care of me when I got sick." Revealing it to him. The old man looked at him and smiled. "Or where is that young man now?" "Unfortunately, we didn't stay together. His family is against me because I'm poor and I didn't finish school." The lady informed sadly. "Do you still remember him to this day?" "Well, of course. My first love is Fernando (the man she refers to in the story), I see Nasher in him. Handsome, clean, kind and above all not arrogant even though he comes from a rich family."

She needed a second chance. He needed a fake fiancée. A ninety-day contract was supposed to solve all their problems—until stolen kisses felt real, a fake engagement became a forced marriage, and betrayal threatened to destroy everything they had built. In a world where love is the biggest gamble, will they walk away when the contract ends, or fight for a forever neither of them expected?

He threw his head back as he burst into laughter, “Rich?" “Aren't you rich?" “How do you know I'm rich?" “I guessed so." “Wrong guess," He turned me around and I was facing him. "I'm not rich Cleo. I'm as poor as a church rat,” he said and snapped his finger against my forehead. I rubbed my forehead, my eyes darted in confusion, "But? The sleek cars? Expensive clothes? And?” "It all comes with the kind of work I do. Take the work away and I'm nothing," He made a puff sound at the end and also snapped his fingers in the air.

The freezing wind cut through me, leaving me exposed and shivering. I cried out in humiliation and pain, tears streaming uncontrollably. Laughter erupted all around me. "Look at her tattered clothes. She's so trashy. Hanging there and still acting stubborn." "Showing off her chest on purpose to tempt Daniel. Trying to catch a sugar daddy, huh?" "What a desperate slut, always trying to land someone rich and powerful!" Someone raised a phone to take pictures. I instinctively tried to cover my face. But my hands were bound tightly behind me, and any movement exposed even more of my skin.

Zhi Rou side-eyed Yuan Rui amused, “So you had a background check done on me?” Yuan Rui rubbed his nose embarrassed, “I had to, who knows, you might be someone who is after my money,” he teased. Zhi Rou scoffed, “How much money do you have since you keep my limits at such ridiculous amounts?” Yan Su observed the odd couple. Why doesn’t Liu Zhi Rou know how much her husband is worth? “Let’s just say that I can afford all the things you want,” Yuan Rui answered cheekily.

Nate My wife likes to play pretend? Well it takes two to tangle. I was dressed down today, a perfectly tailored pant and a t-shirt. I ended the call and stepped into the restaurant where my wife was already sitting. As I drank her coffee yesterday, I realized that this was her life. She was the perfect daughter of the Ashton dynasty, raised to love things she didn’t like, raised to smile at men when she wanted to spit in their faces, pretty sure one of those men was her father.

Coffee sloshed out and stained my files. "What's wrong? Haven't gotten that rich heir act out of your system yet? Coming to the office to keep performing?" I pulled out a tissue to wipe my hands, not bothering to look at him. "Kevin, did you finish paying off that 50 grand? Or are those credit card interest charges still piling up?" Kevin flinched at the mention of money, but quickly recovered and started making a scene. "Everyone, come look! This is our supposed wealthy heir! A fraud who sells his body to rich women and gets them to pay his bills!"

The result makes me look a little older, more composed. I swallow and lean closer to the mirror, applying a final coat of nude lipstick. My makeup is understated defined eyes, clean skin, nothing dramatic. The kind of look that whispers wealth instead of shouting it. I don’t feel wealthy though, I feel like an imposter. When I step out of the bedroom, the penthouse feels even bigger. Dante is already waiting near the entrance, dressed in a tailored black suit that probably costs more than my entire life. The jacket fits him perfectly, his broad shoulders sharp beneath the fabric. His tie is dark, his shirt crisp white, his cufflinks understated.

“They all looked nice. I couldn’t decide.” “Then pick all.” “No.” “Why?” What kind of question was that? Seriously. I learned closer, lowering my voice. “Because we should save money.” He chuckled, facing the staff. The staff returned with a smile. “My wife wants only this,” he said. “I bought others last week. She hasn’t opened them.” Liar. Professional liar. How was he so good at it? Had he done this with a lady before? “Alright,” the staff said. “I’ll have this packaged for you, sir.”

“I’m going to marry into your family sooner or later, and the money you spend on your guesthouse is all my money!” My jaw fell open as I stared at the shameless logic in front of me. Her eyes sparkled. “I had a dream. In my dream, you left with your tail between your legs, and I married Peter. “They treated me so well. All those jewelry pieces and designer bags and luxury items that belonged to you became mine!” Before I could respond, Vicky stood and wrapped herself in a bathrobe. “That dream is about to come true.” She gave a triumphant smile. “After something like this, your foster parents will definitely think you embarrassed them, and they’ll throw you out.