Chinese Drama Rich Guy Pretends To Be Poor Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Jian Jianan voiced her suspicion with a pale face, “Isn’t Little Bao’s family poor? Why did they have so much money?” “Little Bao’s family assets were not just that thirty thousand. I secretly went snooping in his house. There was a big box with money. There was at least one or two million.” Not just Jian Jianan, Lu Liangdian and Gu Mocheng were extremely shocked as well. “Why did they pretend they were poor then?”

She had told him as much, and that fight with her sister at the restaurant had hinted at more money problems than she was willing to admit. Before they got married, he had received information that the Cruzes' first daughter enjoyed a luxurious lifestyle. It was the reason why he had posed as a poor man, hoping to displease her so that she would ask to cancel the marriage when she saw that he couldn't support her lifestyle. So far, she had been proving his informant wrong, but... What if she was finally showing her true colours? From the fight with her sister, he guessed that her parents must owe her a lot of money. They must also have cut her off. For someone used to living a life of luxury

Just because you’re kind of being all pathetic and also kind of falling for Lord Poo doesn’t mean you should marry him. “Alright, I agree, but I have one stipulation.”What are you doing? Stop self-destructing.“We can’t just get fake married over the weekend and then act as if nothing happened. If we really loved each other, no one would buy that. You’d want to spoil me, and you’d find a way for us to be together.”This is way too far.“You’d pretend you were going away on a business trip, and since you wouldn’t need me, you would give me a week of holidays. My holidays were denied for the past year because I was a new hire, and I hadn’t been to my family cabin in ages, so we would actually go