After I Found Out My Wife Was Pretending to Be Poor, I Stopped Holding Back

Liu Ruyan and I lived in a rented apartment measuring less than thirty square meters. She was meticulous and frugal, saving up to buy a home. In our first year of marriage, we didn't buy a single new piece of clothing. We ate discounted vegetables from the supermarket, and most of our household goods were cheap, defective items sold at a markdown. Then one day, a coworker sent me a photo. In it, Liu Ruyan wore designer clothes, had immaculate makeup, and looked every inch the powerful businesswoman. My coworker told me she was sitting in the chair of a publicly listed company's boss. That's when I learned she wasn't a factory assembly-line worker. She was the factory's owner.