My Broke Boyfriend Is the Young Master of the Capital's Elite Circle

My boyfriend had leukemia. To raise money for his treatment, I sold the property my mother left me and spent every penny I had saved.

I handed over all my money, only for the doctor to tell me I was still 30,000 short.

With no other choice, I worked five jobs a day, pushing myself so hard that I nearly died and ended up in the hospital.

Later, when I'd finally raised enough money, I went to find him, overjoyed, only to stumble upon the secret he'd hidden so well.

It turned out he wasn't poor at all. He was the heir to one of the capital's most powerful families.