I, a billionaire, pretend to be a rag picker to test my true love.
She, a supermarket cashier with a monthly salary of three thousand, took me in when I was dirty and smelly.
She eats instant noodles for me every day and eats steamed buns for herself, saying that this is the best life she can achieve.
I pretended to be moved and secretly observed whether she was really not interested in money.
Until that day, I saw her secretly sending my photo to a mysterious person.
"The target has been confirmed, when will we take action?"
I sneered, as expected, people's hearts are unpredictable.
The next second, her phone lit up again: "Wait a minute, his son is offering 50 million for his life."
