Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1207

Chapter 1207: Sleek Motorcycle

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Su Le had her own childhood memories of motorcycles—vivid, dreamy recollections that still lingered in her mind like perfume from a summer long gone.

Her father used to ride with her nestled right at the front, her small arms outstretched as the engine let out a resonant vroom, a sound so thrilling it made her feel like she had sprouted wings and could soar straight into the sky.

Sometimes, her mother would sit behind her father, cradling Su Le in her arms. No matter how fast the bike went or how wildly the wind whipped around them, she always felt completely safe.

One day, when her mother came back, Su Le had already made up her mind—she would ask her father to take the two of them on a ride again, just like before.

Meanwhile, on the other side of campus, Chen Xi was making an entrance of his own.

After dropping off a few children at school, he zipped straight to the university on his beloved motorcycle. The moment the sleek machine rolled onto campus grounds, it sparked an immediate commotion. Heads turned, whispers spread like wildfire, and students scrambled to identify the newcomer on the glamorous ride.

This wasn’t just any motorcycle—this was the latest imported model, priced well over ten thousand yuan, a figure that, in most students’ eyes, placed it firmly in the realm of the fabulously rich.

And then there was Chen Xi himself, dressed like he had just stepped out of a fashion editorial. His hair was styled with pomade, spiked confidently upwards, the tips dyed a golden blond, unmistakably mirroring the hairstyle of a current heartthrob on television. His black sunglasses were pure swagger, and the outfit? A sharp windbreaker, paired with rugged cargo pants that screamed urban cool.

It wasn’t just the girls who were transfixed—even the boys couldn’t help stealing glances. Who didn’t dream of owning a sleek, roaring motorcycle like that?

Of course, dreaming was one thing. Actually having one was another matter entirely. And Chen Xi, effortlessly perched on that mechanical beast, belonged to the latter category.

Before long, someone recognized him. That’s Chen Xi—the rich kid, someone whispered. In the cafeteria queue, Tang Xue was walking with Li Juan and a few other girls from their class when someone suddenly tugged at her sleeve, eyes wide and sparkling.

"Tang Xue, look! Isn’t that Chen Xi by the motorcycle?" the girl said breathlessly. "He looks so cool! Why haven’t we ever seen him ride it before? Has he ever given you a ride?"