My boyfriend was paralyzed in a car accident, so I pawned my mother's keepsakes to pay for his care.
With hands that had never done a day's work, I picked up takeout bags.
On a stormy day, I delivered a sky-high-priced Japanese meal worth 99,999 yuan, and even got a hundred-yuan tip. I was congratulating myself when I accidentally heard laughter inside the mansion.
"She really believes you were paralyzed in a car accident, and she's delivering takeout every day to support you? She even sold her mother's keepsakes?"
"If she knew you were the young heir of Beijing's elite, worth hundreds of billions, and were just playing at being poor, wouldn't she cry her eyes out?"
Jiang Muchen toyed with his wineglass.
"Cheap women like her are born to serve people."
"She used to outshine Xiaorou at school in every way. Tricking her is her punishment."
I stood in the rain, tears streaming down my face.
So he had pretended to be sick for two years just to help his childhood sweetheart take revenge on me.
So his broken legs, his parents' early deaths, and his helpless tears had all been carefully planned lies.
At last, I called my father, the richest man in the country, whom I hadn't spoken to in years.
