On the day my older brother, Morgan Slater, is supposed to register his marriage with Savannah Reed, he doesn't show up at the city hall at all. Instead, he calls me, who's there to hype up the atmosphere as the best man.

"Savannah is a fake heiress. She's even poorer than me now. Why would I marry her?"

After ending the call, I see two comments floating in front of me all of a sudden.

[Morgan really is stupid! The paternity test has it all wrong! Savannah is the real deal!]

[He has already reached the marriage stage! I can't believe he actually lets the real heiress slip through his fingers just like that!]

I instantly turn around to see Savannah standing in a corner on her own. Despite having gotten kicked out of the Reed family, the cheap dress does little to conceal her charm.

After giving it some thought, I approach her, knowing full well that I resemble Morgan a lot when it comes to my looks.

"Sorry, but Morgan won't be coming today," I say bluntly.

Savannah seems to have expected that outcome. All she does is hum in response.

"My family has wronged you this time. If you don't mind, is it okay if I marry you instead?"

Savannah narrows her eyes at me. Her gaze flits over my face, which is similar to Morgan's.

Morgan spends the day looking for another rich woman to marry.

As for me, I've already registered my marriage with Savannah and become the official son-in-law of the Reeds.

I held my fresh-out-of-the-oven marriage certificate, feeling a little dazed.

Before that day, I'd only met Savannah Reed once, when she came to visit our family. My brother, Morgan Slater, had never allowed me to talk to any of the rich women he had his eye on, so she didn't know me at all.

But now, we were legally married, and we were even going to live under the same roof.

"I'm going to take a shower. If you're hungry, there's food in the fridge." Her voice, a little awkward and stiff, pulled me back to reality.

I opened the tiny fridge. Inside was just one small vegetarian takeout box.

On the live stream, I saw comments float up on the screen.

[The poor female lead. Not only did she get kicked out, but she also owes the Reed family over two million dollars for raising her. She can only eat the cheapest boxed meals around now.]

[She's not used to this kind of food, though. She's taken, what, two bites in two days?]

By the time Savannah finished her shower and came out, there was a plate of steaming hot food on a chipped plate sitting on the table.

My back was to her as I quietly ate my half. There hadn't been much to begin with, and split in two, it would be gone in just a few bites. But I deliberately waited until the water stopped running before I started shoveling it into my mouth.

On the way here, I'd scoured the Internet for everything I could about Savannah. She was the Reed family's only daughter and had been born with a silver spoon. She was used to the good things in life, was beautiful, and was wealthy. There was no shortage of men trying to cozy up to her.

Ascetic, aloof, clean-cut, and seductive—she'd seen them all. But the reason she liked Morgan was that he'd once saved a kid from drowning.

So, she liked kind men.

I couldn't stage some fake accident like that. It would be way too obvious. But a man who stayed calm, didn't cause drama, and was willing to stick by her and endure hardship with her… For someone in her position, who'd fallen from grace, that also counted as kindness.

Sure enough, her voice turned hoarse. "I thought you'd turn your nose up at the food."

I looked back at her and swallowed my last bite right in front of her. "I'm not picky, and I don't eat much. Still, having takeout all the time isn't healthy. Starting tomorrow, I'll cook for you."

I caught the flash of surprise in her eyes. It only lasted a second, though, before she looked away and went to a corner to answer a call.

That night, she slept on the bed, and I slept on the floor. I didn't argue. I couldn't let her think I was that desperate—that I expected us to sleep together the second we were married.

Late at night, when everything was quiet, Morgan sent me a text. "I found another rich lady, and she happens to have a few single friends. Pick one, and the two of us will never have to work hard again."

He'd attached photos of five women—they were all old and less than pleasant-looking.

I replied with a photo of the marriage certificate I'd taken earlier on. "I got married."

The chat instantly blew up on Morgan's end. He called me, but I rejected all of them. Then, he bombarded me with texts.

"Chase, are you insane? Picking up the trash I don't want is one thing, but you just had to go for that fake heiress, Savannah Reed? Giving up a good life for someone like her… You really are doomed to be poor forever!"

Using the light from my phone, I glanced at the comments floating up.

[The male lead is the real idiot here. In 40 days, the female lead's grandfather, Steven Reed, is going to bring her back home. If he doesn't hold on to her now, he can kiss his dreams of marrying a rich woman goodbye!]

40 days. That was enough for me.

Savannah turned over in bed, probably noticing the glow from my phone. I asked in a small voice, "Did I wake you?"

"No."

"I heard you on the phone just now. Was that the Reeds calling to collect on the debt?"

"Yeah."

"How much do you still owe?"

Savannah was quiet for a few seconds before answering flatly, "Five million dollars."

[Why is the female lead lying? She only owes over two million dollars!]

While I read the comment, Savannah asked mockingly, "What, are you regretting it now?"

No. This was exactly what I was waiting for.

I sat up straight, found her on PayPal, and started transferring money to her, one transaction at a time. My bank account, my PayPal balance, and even the cash in my wallet—every last bit went to her.

The total came to 9,823.43 dollars.

She went from confused to surprised to the point where her breathing turned uneven. "What are you doing?"

"This is all my savings. Use it to pay off your debt. I know it's just a drop in the bucket, but tomorrow, I'll get paid for last month's part-time job. That's 580 bucks. And I'm getting a 330-dollar refund on my rent. Next week, my salary comes in, so that'll be another 4,200 dollars. Once it's in my account, I'll send it right over to you," I said.

The light clicked on, and the warm yellow glow fell across her refined profile, which was beautiful but trembling. She said, "I was asking why you were giving your money to me."

I looked straight at her, completely serious, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "We're married now. We're husband and wife, which means we're a team. We share blessings and hardships."

Her face was filled with disbelief.

My heart started pounding wildly again. From this moment on, I'd finally taken my first real step. It was too early to tell who would stay poor forever, Morgan.

…

The morning after we registered our marriage, I woke up to see Savannah getting dressed. The money had been transferred back, and the cash was neatly placed by my pillow.

"Why…"

"If you give me everything, what are you going to live on? Men have to socialize, too. You have dinners and drinks, and you need a suit…"

I shook my head. "I don't smoke or drink. After my day job, I work part-time at a market stall. The owner's really nice—he lets me take home whatever vegetables that don't sell. As long as we're not eating expensive things every day, it really doesn't cost that much."

I lowered my head as I smoothed out my blanket, almost as if I wanted to hide my expression. At the same time, I made sure she noticed my pressed-together lips and the faded T-shirt on me that didn't suit my build and didn't even fit right.

I added, "Besides… Morgan dropped off two more bags of his old clothes a few days ago. That's more than enough for me."

Savannah paused on the bed, a flicker of emotion crossing her eyes. It seemed like a mixture of guilt and pity. After a long moment, she got up to wash her face.

She said, "My upbringing never allowed me to rely on anyone. At worst, I'll just go borrow from my friends."

…

From that day on, our lives settled into something plain and ordinary.

During the day, we each went our own way. At night, after finishing my two part-time jobs, I would come home and cook dinner.

Savannah and I would eat together, then one of us would sleep on the bed, and the other would take the floor.

At first, we only exchanged polite small talk. Later, we gradually started chatting about things that happened outside, and we'd casually help each other with small things, the way friends did.

It took me a week to get us from strangers to familiar roommates.

One week later, at 10:00 pm, Savannah opened the door and froze on the spot.

A new row of wall hooks had appeared by the entryway. The dress she used to leave draped over the table was now hanging neatly there, right next to my jacket.

The pilled gray four-piece bedsheet set had been swapped for a warm yellow set, and a plate of still-steaming pork chops with greens sat on the kitchen counter.

The old, dim bulb had been replaced with a new one, its warm light filling the 300-square-foot basement.

In this freshly made-over "home", I was standing on a stool, changing the curtains. When I heard the door, I turned my head and gave Savannah a small smile.

"You're back. Dig in while the food's hot. The boss at the market gave it to me for free. These things didn't cost much, either. They're all bargain finds."

Savannah's eyes turned slightly red as she scanned the room over and over, taking in every object. The large blocks of yellow filled her eyes, and the strong visual impact made her chest rise and fall. Her eyes grew even redder.

I seized the moment and continued, "Sorry. I went ahead and decided on warm yellow without asking you first. I just figured it was something you would like. I changed your pillowcase, too. See if you like it."

She lowered her head, staring straight at the pillowcase as she walked toward it. All of a sudden, she stepped on something and lost her balance, falling backward.

I rushed over and caught her firmly before she hit the floor. She instinctively grabbed the front of my shirt, and I used that momentum to lean in closer to her.

I saw the look of relief in her eyes. "Thanks, Chase."

I let out a breath, but my gaze slid down along the loose collar of her T-shirt, tracing the hollow of her chest. I swallowed.

"Savannah." It was my first time calling her name in such a low, husky voice. "Can I?"

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing red. She buried herself against my neck. "Yeah."

I'd guessed right. She liked "being saved", especially when it was a typical "knight in shining armor swooped in to save damsel in distress" sort of situation.

That night, Savannah and I went from being husband and wife only on paper to being a real couple in every sense. I didn't change my hairstyle, and once the lights were off, it was my name that she called.

In the middle of the night, I woke up to silence.

Morgan had bombarded my phone with messages.

"Why aren't you answering me? Don't tell me you've slept with that piece of trash, Chase!

"Get a grip! There's no way Mom and Dad will ever agree to you marrying her. If you don't want them to hunt you down, then divorce her and come home. Look at the five women I offered to introduce to you—any one of them is better than Savannah!"

The last message sounded panicked. "You'd better do the smart thing and stop being so ungrateful. If you don't come home, don't blame me for not covering for you if Mom and Dad show up!"

Savannah's steady breathing fanned over my chest. The twin bed couldn't fit two people, so we had no choice but to press tightly against each other.

There was no way she'd truly fallen in love with me in just one week. Having someone stir the pot was actually a good thing.

I replied, "I'm not going back. I love her. Even if Mom and Dad disapprove, I'm going to spend my whole life with her."

…

A few days later, I rented a stall in a busy part of town to sell crepes.

At first, I didn't tell Savannah. I still went to my day job as usual, then braved the freezing night wind to run the stall. I made sure I was home on time to cook for her.

She was still busy with her own things. She told me she was job-hunting, but the comments said she was still trying to find a way to redo the paternity test.

[The Reed family is looking everywhere for their real heiress, but the female lead is still grinding this hard. With that kind of drive, no wonder she will become the richest woman in the future.]

The richest woman, huh?

I paused halfway through flipping a crepe and almost laughed out loud.

…

Half a month later, Morgan sent me a photo of me at the stall. "Found you. You're done for."

Perfect timing. I almost burst out laughing again.

That night, I deliberately returned home an hour late. As soon as I stepped in, I let out a weary yawn. Then, I pushed up my sleeves, revealing the ugly, angry chilblains on both hands.

"Sorry I'm late. It was pretty busy at the… convenience store. I'll go make dinner now."