Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon-Chapter 1144: Kiss

The once-avoided quartet of derelict courtyard houses had undergone a dramatic transformation. Two had already been demolished, making way for the construction of a new ceremonial hall, while the other two had been meticulously restored, waiting only for the final flourishes of decoration. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

On a crisp, bright morning, Gu Zi and Sun Yi toured the construction site, their heels clicking smartly on the newly laid pathways. As always, Gu Zi walked Sun Yi to her car, unable to hide her admiration.

"Sun Yi," she said sincerely, "you’re incredible. In just over a month, you’ve turned our ideas into reality. I’ve learned so much from you these days."

Sun Yi chuckled, slipping on her oversized sunglasses with effortless flair. "And I should be thanking you, too. You must continue giving me your brilliant suggestions. Without your idea for the Courtyard Culture Exhibition Hall, I wouldn’t have been able to secure support from the Municipal Bureau. Everything’s gone so smoothly precisely because we picked the right direction from the start. Speaking of which—there’s a business banquet Saturday night. Bring that husband of yours along!"

At the mention of Su Shen, Gu Zi’s mind wandered. Lately, that husband of hers had been coming home later and later, citing endless banquets and negotiation meetings. And when he did finally come home? He was like a man possessed, waking her up in the dead of night with urgent, shameless kisses, insisting on exhausting her until she could barely think straight.

Gu Zi didn’t exactly resent him for it, but a small thorn of curiosity pricked her: Su Shen had never once invited her to any of these events. Wasn’t it standard practice for successful men to bring their partners to banquets?

Who had he been taking to those events all this time? His voluptuous, overly attentive secretary? The thought made Gu Zi’s blood pressure spike.

After seeing Sun Yi off, Gu Zi strolled back towards home, only to spot Su Shen returning early for once, pulling up in his brand-new sedan. His previous car from Guangcheng hadn’t gone to waste either—he’d generously passed it on to Lin Cheng.

Su Shen smiled and pulled over, expecting Gu Zi to hop into the passenger seat like she usually did. But to his surprise, the little woman merely puffed up her cheeks in indignation, skirted around his car, and continued walking without so much as a glance.

Sensing trouble, Su Shen quickly parked and rushed after her. Even when they got home, Gu Zi refused to acknowledge him. Flustered but undeterred, he followed her to the bedroom, where he trapped her against the bed, showering her with soft kisses.

"Gu Zi, why are you ignoring me?" he murmured, his voice low and pleading. "Don’t be mad at me, okay?"

Gu Zi glared at him, calling him a beast under her breath as she pounded her small fists against his chest.

Su Shen didn’t dodge or protest—instead, he caught her hands gently and pressed them against his face.

"Here, hit here. It won’t hurt your hands," he coaxed.

Faced with his silly devotion, Gu Zi’s heart softened against her will. Huffing, she finally voiced the storm brewing in her mind. "Who exactly were you planning to take to the banquet tomorrow night? That secretary of yours with the ’perfect curves’?"

Su Shen froze, caught off guard by the question. He attended so many banquets these days, almost every week in fact, and truthfully, he didn’t even enjoy them. They drained him. And whenever someone at a party would ask why he hadn’t brought a date, he’d always brush it off with, "My wife is busy with her studies."

He genuinely hadn’t wanted to burden Gu Zi.

He hadn’t realized, until now, how much she cared.

And judging from her adorable puffed-up cheeks and fierce glare, she cared a lot.

Immediately, he leaned closer and said earnestly, "Gu Zi, there is a banquet tomorrow night. Do you want to come with me? I’d love that. And no, I have never brought another woman to a banquet. I know exactly what it would mean."

Gu Zi’s cheeks flushed bright pink. She drawled mischievously, "Ohhh, so you do know what I’m getting at? Tell me then, Su Shen, with you being so mature and me being so young, aren’t you afraid people will say you’re a cradle-snatcher?"

Su Shen chuckled, savoring the way she teased him. Mature? Was he really that old?

To shut her up, he kissed her thoroughly before whispering against her lips, "I don’t look that old, do I? Besides... you’re just right for me, Gu Zi."

Flustered but secretly thrilled, Gu Zi pushed at his chest again, her face burning. This older man really was getting more shameless by the day! Still, she decided to let him off—for now. After all, at least he knew how to keep his distance from other women.

"Hmph. For your crime of ambushing me with kisses," she said, crossing her arms haughtily, "you’re sleeping with Su Li tonight. And don’t misunderstand—I’m only going to the banquet because Sun Yi invited me. Now, scram!"

Before Su Shen could react, she shoved him out of the bedroom and locked the door. True to her word, she didn’t let him back in that night.

Poor Su Shen was forced to bunk with Su Li, enduring the boy’s thunderous snoring, and missing the soft fragrance of his little wife beside him more and more with each passing hour.

By the time midnight rolled around, he could no longer bear it. Shamelessly, he tiptoed back to the master bedroom, slipped under the covers, and wrapped Gu Zi in his arms.

She murmured sleepily but didn’t resist. Finally content, he drifted off into a blissful sleep.

At dawn, Gu Zi woke nestled against Su Shen’s chest. Blinking sleepily, she found herself mesmerized by the man’s face in the golden morning light: thick, inky brows, a high-bridged nose, a firm, sensual mouth curved into the faintest of smiles.

Was it her imagination, or had her "old man" somehow gotten even more handsome—and younger-looking too?

Unable to resist, she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, her heart brimming with quiet happiness.