For five years in entrepreneurship, the company was sold for 80 million, and I got 40 million. But when I wanted to share this good news with her, my fiancée temporarily increased the bride price by 300,000, saying it was to treat her childhood friend's illness. At that moment I saw through it; her heart belongs to someone else. I agreed to break up, turned to pretend to be poor, and hid the 40 million cleanly. Before long, the childhood friend's "illness" was exposed—the so-called treatment was all a money-swindling trick, and she too showed her true colors.