My Fake-Poor Boyfriend Is a Rich Heir

My boyfriend was dirt poor, so I worked three jobs a day to help him pay off his debts. Then I caught him casually giving a woman a designer dress worth thirty million. That's when I learned that the man who could barely scrape together a cent around me was actually from one of the wealthiest families in the country. He could eat takeout with me that cost just thirteen yuan a day, yet drink 300,000-yuan liquor like water at a private club. It turned out he was only poor when it came to me.