After Discovering My Boyfriend Was Faking Being Poor, I Quit Being a Doormat

My boyfriend was a rich second-generation heir, but I was the last to find out.

We rented a place together, and half my salary went toward the rent.

Only later did I learn that the apartment had been his all along.

When he was in a good mood, he casually gave a hostess a thirty-million-yuan villa.

Yet he watched me work three jobs a day to save up for a home.

Then, at a real estate sales office, I saw him surrounded by admirers. I sneered.

I'm done being such a fool for him.