Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1205

Chapter 1205: The Three Su Siblings

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Gong Xin had never been the type to wear dresses. In fact, she used to avoid them like the plague. But ever since growing her hair long, she’d developed an unexpected love for skirts—flowy, floral, even the occasional ruffle.

So when Jin Long made a teasing comment about it, instead of getting annoyed, she simply giggled and nudged him to hurry up and take her shopping.

And just like that, Gu Zi was left in the dust, ditched by the pair without so much as a backward glance.

She blinked, letting out a quiet scoff. Hmph. So what if you’ve got a man by your side? Just wait till they’re back in the capital—she’d make sure to drag her own Su Shen out on a dress-shopping spree. And once the baby was born, she’d be back to her stunning self. A glowing beauty, no less.

Wishful thinking, of course. That could only happen once they actually got back home. At the moment, she missed her three little angels terribly. Were they adjusting to life at the Chen residence? Did they miss her as much as she missed them?

Back in the capital at the grand and palatial Chen estate, the three Su siblings had been staying there ever since their parents returned to Guangzhou to handle affairs. Chen Xi had personally brought them over, and the Chen household, in all its marble-and-mahogany splendor, had welcomed them with open arms.

Yes, the mansion was vast, the furnishings decadent, and the overall aura unmistakably wealthy. But it lacked the cozy, tender charm of the Su home. Still, the Chens were nothing if not hospitable. They spoiled the children thoroughly—taking them out for little excursions, lavishing them with treats, and even the house staff were especially attentive.

Given the trio’s high cheekbones, gleaming eyes, and impossibly good manners, it didn’t take long for everyone in the house to absolutely adore them.

Yet despite all that, Su Li had stopped smiling.

He just couldn’t bring himself to. Nothing felt interesting anymore. He still dragged himself through daily workouts—after all, discipline was discipline—but each move felt robotic now. The routines were the same ones his father had taught him before leaving, repeated endlessly. And the more he repeated them, the more pointless they felt.

Back when Dad was around, he would introduce new exercises every few days, claiming it was to keep the body "off-balance" and maximize training effectiveness. It worked. It had kept Su Li on his toes, literally and figuratively.

And when the training left him sweaty and tired, he would bolt to his mother to complain about how mean Dad was, how she should scold him for being so harsh. His mother would gently wipe the sweat from his brow, stroke his hair and say, "Our Su Li is amazing—the strongest little man I know. But don’t push yourself too hard. We don’t want you hurting your joints. Mommy will have a word with your daddy tonight."

Her gentle words had been his emotional fuel.

Now, without her, he felt like a car running on fumes. Sometimes, like today, he gave up halfway through. After jogging only three laps around the open courtyard, sandbags tied to his ankles, he decided he’d had enough. Might as well go back to bed.

Which he did—slumping past Su Bing with a wilted, "Big Brother..." before disappearing into his room, sadness lurking in his eyes like clouds before a storm. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm