Father and Son Pretend to Be Poor, and Miss Yang's Heart Dies as She Files for Divorce!

It took me ten years with my husband to learn that he was the heir to one of the capital's most powerful families. Looking at my cracked, rough hands, I suddenly found it laughable. So this was the man I'd worked three jobs a day and nearly killed myself to support and pay for his medical treatment. Professor Song was still patiently trying to persuade me over the phone. “Qingran, I know you have a family and children now, and that committing to five years of confidential training is a difficult decision. But this is a rare opportunity, and you're the top expert in this field at our research institute. I suggest you think it over...” “There's nothing to think over. I'll go.”