In order to squeeze into the upper class circle in City A, I packaged myself as a fake socialite and used high imitation bags to maintain my persona every day. It was sad but hard-working.
Until I picked up a tragically handsome poor boy at a roadside stall. He was cold and ascetic, moving bricks at the construction site, and was made things difficult for him for fifteen yuan of meal money.
Being obsessed with love, I started a sophisticated life of pretending to be a rich woman during the day and accompanying him to endure hardships at night. I packed a lunch box for him with a fake Hermès and bragged that the luxury car was my family's means of transportation. He believed it and clumsily promised: "Don't be afraid. If the sky falls, I will hold it up for you with a helmet."
I thought we were just two low-class people getting along with each other, until my nemesis broadcast a public execution of my poverty in front of the city's celebrities.
The lights went out, and my poor boyfriend walked onto the stage wearing a haute couture dress, and all the big guys in City A bowed to him. He took off his suit and put it on me, his eyes cold: "Who dares to touch my woman, Lu Shiyan?"
At that moment, I realized that the construction site he was talking about was a new city development zone worth hundreds of billions; the street stall goods he gave me were lost antiques; and he was the hidden richest man with unparalleled wealth!
