I'm Really Not a Boss, Please Stop Worshiping Me.

I, Lu Ci, am the only son of a top wealthy family. In order to prove myself, I have been pretending to be poor since my freshman year. Wearing a 39 yuan T-shirt, eating tomato and egg noodles in the cafeteria, the monthly living expenses are controlled within 350 yuan. But my roommate Zhao Kai, a second-generation upstart who opened a foot-washing city, idolized me from the first day. The most beautiful girls in the school took the initiative to get close to me one by one. My mother secretly transferred money to my card, my sister sent someone to "take care of" me, and my father bought the dormitory building where I lived. I really just wanted to be an ordinary college student, but they didn't believe me.