Novel & Cerita Chinese Drama Rich Guy Pretends To Be Poor

He also revealed that Lance hadn't seen him for therapy since last year. The words on the screen blurred as I collapsed to the floor, my body sinking, my breath shallow and erratic. My mind went blank. Lance had been lying to me all along! But why? If he had a lover on the side, we could've just divorced. Why lie to me? Why pretend he had depression? Why go through the elaborate act of staging a financial downfall? I used to live a life of luxury—untouched by hard labor, never worrying about anything. But since the day he started acting poor and pretending to have depression, I've been working myself to the bone, taking up odd jobs and part-time gigs just to support our household.

he said with a small chuckle, wiping his mouth with his napkin, “the truth is, we’re a wealthy family. Very wealthy. Ramon chose to keep that hidden because he didn’t want gold-diggers. He wanted someone who’d love him for who he is, not what he has.” There was a beat of silence. Then Billy blinked. “Wait… you’re saying Ramon’s been pretending to be broke?” “Not broke,” Uncle Richard clarified with a grin. “Just… simple. Down-to-earth.” Everyone at the table was stunned. I couldn’t help it, I let out the tiniest giggle. Then a bigger one. And before long, laughter started to ripple around the table. Even Jasper cracked a smile. It was like the whole room finally exhaled.

Locked in. Meanwhile, his assistant had tracked down Marcus Tang's address. When Jonathan walked in and saw the unshaven loser sprawled on a leather couch in a twenty-five-hundred-square-foot luxury apartment paid for with Jonathan's money, the floor dropped out from under him. His breathing stopped. For three years, Vivienne had been bankrolling another man with Jonathan's money. The place was decked out. Crystal chandeliers. Top-shelf liquor on the open shelves. Designer trinkets everywhere. Every detail of it was laughing at him.

"Fine. I will admit it now. I am not a poor guy, Cass. I am not a beggar." "What do you mean?!" Cass demanded, her voice rising. "Then who are you?" Liam rubbed the back of his neck, looking completely uncomfortable. "I'm a billionaire, Cass. I am a major businessman. That is my real life. The truth is, I was just pretending to be poor this whole time." Cass felt like she had just been slapped right across the face by reality. The small apartment, the broken bicycle, the scrap yard—all of it was a lie. "Why?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Why would you do something like that?"

Obviously, someone had just changed it. "The Jiang family is really rich. I am also a City Master. Why do I still live in poverty?" Xiao Chen looked up and down this exquisite guest room while drinking his tea. Even the curtains in this room were made of fine silks and purple agates. Finally, Xiao Chen rubbed his left shoulder again. It seemed that his arm was fine again. Then, he suddenly heard footsteps outside. A woman's cold voice followed. "You, stop! You! Go to see if the miser has woken up!"

I was just about to scream aloud in pain when he got his friends to gag me. He felt a lot better after seeing me writhing and suffering in pain. He grabbed me by my chin. "Wanna know where all your hard-earned money ended up? She used the money to buy me shoes. Not those cheap stuff you call shoes—actual designer ones that cost upward of 10,000 dollars. "Haha! Look at you! All of your life savings is only worth no more than a single pair of shoes on my feet!" Upon hearing that, I clenched my jaw, anger simmering just beneath the surface. I couldn't believe that all of my hard-earned money had been wasted on him just like that!

“Someone’s asking what you do? How do you make so much money?” The phone was knocked to the ground. She watched as the call ended, and the panic in her chest grew stronger. Matt grabbed her arm, blocking her from picking it up. “Can’t say that. My sugar mommy’s job is a secret.” The comments scrolled rapidly. [Now I’m even more curious. How rich do you have to be to spend hundreds of thousands, even millions, casually? I wouldn’t even dream of that.] [Matt’s so handsome. His sugar mommy must be beautiful. Can’t you show her face?]

I would have looked like a pauper if I’d worn anything else. “I believe the restaurant is just a quick walk up here.” Ethan said, guiding me up a set of stairs. Once we were at the top, I was immediately overwhelmed by the opulence. Everyone was dressed in expensive clothes and their high end perfume seemed to drift effortlessly through the air. Gucci, Prada, and Chanel seemed to be on the arm of every woman. And don’t get me started on the diamonds. Big ones, small ones, sparkly ones and antique beauties seemed to dangle from every woman’s body and I found myself desperately wanting what they all had.

People were indeed beginning to look and I could hear the distant flashes of the phones in the background. How did rich people live in this type of world where they could have no privacy? “And you think I don't have a reputation to uphold?”, I asked, my voice lowering as a waiter walked past our table. “You're…not prey to such people, Miss Thompson. Point it, we can just go with the story of you being the lovey-dovey one. We met at an event and you chased me till I agreed and fell In love with you. You understand right? Kinda suits our… positions. Besides it's a believable story, I am very attractive and rich” he said, nodding to himself.

It was a miserable, cramped little place, and the light in the single window was still on. I didn't knock. I just walked up to the door and gave one firm, final rap. He opened it instantly, as if he had been standing right behind it. He looked terrible. His face was unshaven, his eyes shadowed, and the expensive simplicity of his clothes looked rumpled and worn. He looked less like a billionaire and more like a man who had been thoroughly beaten by life. He didn't speak. He just waited, his expression a careful mixture of desperate longing and absolute obedience.