My Pretend-to-Be-Poor Boyfriend Discovers I'm a Hidden Heiress

That night, a post appeared on the campus forum.

The cover photo was of Hugh and me eating chicken legs face to face, holding hands and looking at each other with teary eyes.

Caption: [Are these two poor souls together? They were spotted eating together.]

The comments quickly soared to 99+.

[Damn, it looks real. They were always so independent, and now they're eating together. Something seems off.]

[Crying over a chicken leg? They've redefined my understanding of poverty.]

[Amy offered fifty thousand to confess to Hugh, and yesterday Arthur also offered fifty thousand to confess to Taylor. They both refused, but now they're together?]

[Impressive. To be honest, both of them have a kind of naive foolishness.]

[LMAF. Do they believe love is worth a fortune? Two poor people have no future, and they're both studying finance.]

[The finance world isn't short of handsome men and beautiful women; it's short on resources. They probably don't realize what they're missing out on. Poor people have poor fates, narrow visions, and will remain poor even if they have children.]

[Upstairs, they might not even make it to marriage, just splitting up.]

My roommate Remi showed me the post on her phone. I glanced through it quickly and then returned it to her.

Campus gossip is quite interesting. Even though Hugh and I are still in the early stages, people are already discussing when we'll break up or have kids.

Remi looked at me hesitantly and asked, "Taylor, are you really with Hugh?"

I shook my head regretfully.

Since after dinner, Hugh had run off, leaving without paying or hearing the calculation results.

I only had time to leave a phone number.

Then I rushed back to the dormitory. My already worn-out shoes were practically falling apart by the time I arrived.

I rushed into the bathroom and threw up until I was dizzy.

My roommate Iris, who saw the forum, commented, "You probably can't handle eating meat; simply put, you're like a pig who can't eat fine food—unworthy and poor."

I didn't bother responding to her sneering remarks.

She was just jealous. I remembered she had also confessed to Hugh, offering twenty thousand.

Unfortunately, Hugh isn't a materialistic man. Money won't win his heart.