Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon

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.