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

I fell in love with a broke guy at first sight.

I started dating the poorest guy in the school.

While the school beauty and the school hunk drove a Lamborghini and flaunted their wealth, we rode a Schwinn Black Phantom to the mountaintop to stargaze.

While the school beauty and the school hunk dined on a candlelit dinner at a fancy restaurant, we were at a street stall bargaining over fifty-cent Swedish meatballs.

Others laughed at us, saying we were shortsighted and that poor people had poor fates.

But we were content, and our relationship was growing stronger.