Chinese Drama Rich Guy Pretends To Be Poor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chapter 1: A Rich Man's Wedding Poor Waitress Turned Billionaire Wife The cameras flashed like a firing squad. The Champagne exploded like the start of a war. The story had spread like wildfire. A tale of what resilience, luck and a little cleavage could buy you. From serving him coffee at a five-star restaurant to bearing his last name. Marilyn Lancaster— now Marilyn Fontaine, stood beside her new husband, Victor Fontaine. The forty-eight year old business tycoon, and flashed her signature red-lipped smile.

Okay, okay, you're rich, you're willful! Cassie was so angry that she directly covered her head with a quilt. The next day, Cassie gradually replaced another unknown actress with Jiang Wenwan. A notice was also issued, and the lines were all quite different. This time, the whole network is even more boiling. 'Eating melons in the front row, Javen deserves to be the famous bachelor of diamonds at present. It's really nothing to say about his fiancee.' 'Two hundred million, who will easily take out two hundred million to buy happiness for their favorite people?'

Often in movies or dramas the rich men would always experimented with the regular girls. Only because she was different, compared to most girls that surrounds them. Often these rich men would fool around with women born and raised in a poor family. Or they end up eloping, but the man would soon realised it was a mistake and leaves the woman for another rich woman, with a strong family background; Fung Qi-Wei worried about this truth. It happened in movies and drama because sometimes they show a small reflection of this truth.

“I’ve never seen a person that likes showing off so much. She’s so poor yet she wants to act like she’s super-rich, does she think everyone else is blind?” Gu Xi maintained her calm smile from beginning to end. After all, she was telling the truth; she really was rolling in money. Her husband was the richest man in Wan City and she had money that would take her ten lifetimes to finish. Why would she need to depend on a sugar daddy?

“Something money can’t buy, no matter how hard you try.” Her smirk falters for just a second, and that’s enough for me. Turning on my heel, I slip into the crowd, determined to disappear from the spotlight. I clutch the glass of wine tightly, as though it’s the only thing keeping me grounded. He might not be the Prince Charming I imagined, but he could still be the perfect fake husband. Now, all I have to do is convince him. Yet one question kept echoing in my mind: why had he dressed like he was ridiculously wealthy when he clearly wasn’t?

To her, those expensive clothes with no huge logos, those luxurious yet modest restaurants that weren't five-star hotels—she saw it all as me dragging her through hardship. Kevin cast a disdainful glance in my direction, sneering, "Hired actor, huh? Is this your attempt at some dramatic twist? You think no one knows who you really are?" Giselle, standing beside him, joined in with a scoffing laugh. "You think I don't know how much money you've got in your pocket? You're just some poor loser who can't even afford designer brands. How would you know any rich people?" With that, they all burst into laughter, the sound ringing in the air. The service staff, still in shock, stood frozen, unable t

When he finally thought he was qualified to stand by Calla's side, she already had a fiancé. Just as he was lamenting that he had grown up too late, his parents revealed that the family was actually very wealthy. The revelation devastated him all over again. He was utterly crushed. If he had known his family was so wealthy earlier, he could have helped Calla years sooner. Yet he completely missed his chance with Calla and had to watch her become that scumbag's wife. Later, he thought that perhaps it was fortunate his family had pretended to be poor. Otherwise, he would not have been bullied and would never have met Calla.

" Young master, you need to come with us", The old man repeated. Welbeck was still stunned and felt like he was dreaming once again. With a mixture of disbelief and desperation, Welbeck spoke up, his voice trembling, "Wait, I think you've got the wrong person. I'm just an ordinary guy, kicked out by my son-in-law, struggling to make ends meet. I don't have any connections with wealthy doctors or anyone of significance."

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.

She knew he was rich but she did not know he was THAT rich! 'So that's why no one will touch Eon if I marry him! He's the richest man here! How stupid, Rui!' Rui massaged her temples in an attempt to ease the headache she was experiencing because of her draining friend, Phyllis. Seeing her friend, Rui, who is currently trying to absorb the bomb she dropped, she sneered, “As I thought, you don't know he's super-rich. I knew you only married him because of his looks!”