Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon

Sun Yi’s gaze toward Chen Yu was practically laced with daggers, but the man himself remained blissfully oblivious—as though someone had blindfolded him with silk and spun him around.

Meanwhile, Chen Ting, ever the master of timing, had already achieved her goal. It was now confirmed: Gu Zi’s pregnancy was unmistakably showing. The gift-giving was merely a pretext—what she really wanted was proximity to Su Shen. And now? She had all the time in the world to get close to him.

Chen Ting didn’t believe for a second that a man could stay faithful through an entire pregnancy. As the tension in the room began to curdle like milk left out in the heat, she gave a fake smile and said sweetly, "No need to trouble yourselves, President Chen. I just came by to bring some New Year’s greetings. I’ll be heading off now."

With that, she turned and made her exit—but not before putting on a performance. Her hips swayed with exaggerated rhythm, every step a calculated tease, the picture of flirtation.

Gu Zi’s stomach churned—not from morning sickness, but sheer disgust. The woman had practically waltzed into her house to seduce her husband. How utterly shameless. Her expression soured visibly, and the tangerine Su Shen had thoughtfully peeled and handed her was set aside, untouched.

Su Shen caught the shift in his wife’s mood. After a moment’s thought, he turned to Chen Yu and spoke with calm decisiveness:

"Old Chen, I’ve already found someone suitable for the assistant position. My wife’s expecting now, and I need to be more present at home. It’s much more convenient for me to have a male assistant. Why don’t you reassign Chen Ting to another post?"

Chen Yu looked bewildered, blinking as though someone had just suggested replacing his prized Bentley with a scooter.