Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon

Sun Yi simply could not bring herself to like Chen Ting.

Even though Chen Yu insisted that Chen Ting was the perfect package — polished, well-educated, capable, and a rare talent — Sun Yi remained firmly unimpressed.

In fact, because of Chen Ting, Sun Yi had fought with her husband more times than she could count. Their once-manageable rift had deepened, growing into something thornier and colder with each quarrel.

Walking up to Gu Zi, Sun Yi lowered her voice and said with a sharp smile, "I honestly thought Chen Yu would have fired her by now. I didn’t expect him to go so far as to introduce her to Su Shen. Gu Zi, you need to be very careful with that woman."

Gu Zi, attuned to emotions as only women could be, immediately sensed the seething undercurrent of dissatisfaction in Sun Yi’s tone. But she knew Sun Yi well enough to believe this wasn’t simple jealousy over another woman’s looks.

Curious, she asked, "Sun Yi, did she do something to offend you before?"

Sun Yi shook her head and gave a dry chuckle. "It’s almost laughable, really. No, she didn’t offend me. She is pretty, and she is competent. I won’t deny that. Otherwise, Chen Yu wouldn’t have hesitated so long to fire her. But—" She paused, her voice dropping to a murmur. "From the very first time I met her, I just had this... visceral discomfort. A sort of instinctive rejection. I can’t explain it logically, but it’s there. That’s why I’m warning you—be cautious."

Sun Yi was a woman who trusted her instincts, a sixth sense honed not just by experience but by the kind of intuition women are born with.