After Faking My Death, My Wounded Boyfriend Pretends to Be Poor Every Day

[Goofy, Thrifty Little Money-Grubber × Scheming, Hypocritical Trillionaire Crown Prince]

Sang Li went bankrupt and picked up a battle-scarred mechanic from a trash heap, a man who had nothing going for him but his looks. To keep him fed, she gritted her teeth and took a dishwasher job at a Michelin-starred restaurant, pinching every penny so she could take him to the hospital to get the pooled blood drained from his brain. “Don’t worry, He Jin. Even if you can only earn eighty yuan a day, I can still support you!”

Gradually, Sang Li realized her poor boyfriend seemed to have something seriously wrong with him:

He wore a “plastic watch” that cost 9.9 yuan with free shipping, but it turned out to be a Richard Mille worth 47 million.

The random “two hundred and fifty” discount hotel she picked turned out to be the only seven-star presidential suite in the capital.

After getting into a fight and causing trouble, a fleet of Rolls-Royces worth tens of millions showed up to pay “emotional damages”!

Then a top-tier heiress cornered her in the kitchen, trying to snatch the tacky rhinestone necklace around her neck that He Jin had bought on clearance for “fifty yuan.” Her battle-scarred boyfriend kicked the solid steel door clean off its hinges and pulled her into his arms, sneering in front of everyone. “I’m willing to spend fifteen million on a toy for her. What’s it to you?”

Sang Li nearly blacked out. We agreed to scavenge for junk under the overpass together. You’re actually a trillionaire crown prince?!