Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1222

Chapter 1222: The Baby’s Coming!

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

And so, just like that, Chen Xi embarked on his bold new Chapter as a martial arts student. Every morning, before even the first blush of dawn touched the sky, he dutifully showed up at the Su household, eager—well, mostly eager—to prove his dedication.

After five consecutive days of running laps around the compound like a soldier in basic training, Su Shen finally deemed him worthy of actual instruction.

"Follow Su Li’s lead," Su Shen said one morning, standing in the center of the courtyard with his arms crossed like a general surveying his troops. "Hold your horse stance. You’re not done until Su Li gives out."

Chen Xi blinked. He stared at the child standing nearby and broke into an easy, almost cocky smile. "Come on, isn’t that a bit unfair? You’re making me compete with a kid. How long can he really last?"

At that, Su Li, all of ten years old and deeply offended, squared his little shoulders and fired back with all the bite of a boy who had spent far too long with adults who underestimated him. "You better hope your legs don’t start trembling too soon."

With that, Su Li spread his legs shoulder-width apart, sank smoothly into a flawless horse stance in the middle of the courtyard, and settled in like a miniature Shaolin monk.

Chen Xi laughed it off. What was so hard about standing, anyway? He casually copied the posture, legs bent, back straight.

Ten minutes in, beads of sweat began to dot his forehead like pearls in the morning sun. His thighs quivered ever so slightly. He glanced sideways—Su Li hadn’t moved an inch.

Su Li said sweetly, "Is it because you’re getting older? Your base looks so... shaky. Are you sure you’re not going to topple over soon?"

Fifteen more minutes passed and Chen Xi was visibly struggling. His legs threatened mutiny. He was practically swaying like a tree in a typhoon.

Su Shen finally walked over, giving him a once-over with eyes as sharp as a blade. "You’re too weak. Barely half an hour and you’re already crumbling. From now on, report here every morning. Thirty minutes of horse stance before anything else. No exceptions. Su Li, keep him in check."

Chen Xi collapsed dramatically to the ground, sprawled like a defeated soldier. Su Li, of course, delighted in taunting him with exaggerated concern and biting wit. And thus, this little routine of mockery and misery played out every morning with religious consistency. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Meanwhile, Gu Zi often sat under the veranda, lounging with a bowl of sunflower seeds or nibbling on some delicate snack, a picture of serene contentment. Watching her child—yes, her own ten-year-old—mercilessly coach and verbally demolish a grown university student had become the highlight of her days. It was, she often mused, the most delightful entertainment during her otherwise monotonous pregnancy.

On the day she was due to give birth, Gu Zi was—fittingly—still sitting under that same veranda, watching the usual training spectacle unfold. Su Li was bossing around Chen Xi with the precision of a drill sergeant and the sass of a reality TV judge.

"You’re not even squatting. That’s just sitting, but sadder," Su Li declared while pacing.

Gu Zi laughed so hard her shoulders shook—but then, quite suddenly, her belly contracted sharply. It felt like an invisible force was squeezing her from the inside. She stopped laughing, eyes wide. Something definitely wasn’t right.

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