After the Real Young Master Died, His Wealthy Parents Who’d Pretended to Be Poor Were Overcome with Regret

It was New Year's Eve, and my twentieth birthday. My parents left me an egg as a birthday gift, then went off to work overtime.

I secretly went out to buy instant noodles for a little extra food, only to find my parents celebrating another boy's birthday.

They'd reserved a luxurious restaurant for him and invited lots of classmates.

They drove around in a luxury car with a chauffeur.