Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1162

Chapter 1162: Snow

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

On the bright side, Gu Zi’s pregnancy had been surprisingly smooth thus far—no morning sickness, no fatigue, not even the occasional dizzy spell people liked to complain about.

In fact, she looked positively radiant. Her energy remained unshaken, her mind sharp, and she hadn’t missed a single class.

Most nights, she even studied well past midnight, immersed in her textbooks with the same level of discipline and rigor as always.

The only discernible change was the gentle swell of her belly, growing more prominent with each passing week. Her figure had become noticeably fuller, likely the result of hormonal shifts, and from time to time she’d sigh dramatically, fretting that she was no longer beautiful.

But the truth? She was breathtaking.

Even with the added curves, she remained stunning in that effortless way only she could pull off.

These days, Su Shen didn’t dare look at her for too long while giving her a massage—afraid that one lingering glance might cause his self-control to slip and endanger both her and the baby. That woman simply had no idea how devastatingly gorgeous she was. Occasionally, she’d act adorably willful and insist on curling up in his lap with a book in hand, claiming she just wanted to feel warm. But in those moments, it was always him who suffered.

By December, the capital was blanketed in a thick fall of snow. The temperature had plummeted, and Su Shen’s company was caught up in the year-end rush. With work pulling him in every direction, he barely had time to be at home. So, he took matters into his own hands and arranged for Gu Zi to take a leave of absence from her courses, declaring that her only task now was to rest and nurture the baby.

To her credit, Gu Zi didn’t find being at home boring in the slightest. She filled her days watching television, walking the dog, and chatting with their lovely next-door neighbors—Grandma Gao and Grandpa Gao—who would stop by regularly, worried she might go stir-crazy from staying indoors too long.

The only minor tragedy in their domestic bliss was the family’s little vegetable patch, which had been obliterated by the snowstorm. Su Shen explained that the climate here was far less forgiving than down south, and they’d have to wait until spring before they could enjoy fresh homegrown produce again. But in his heart, vegetables were hardly a concern. His biggest worry was still Gu Zi. She was a true southern girl and had never lived in a place this cold—certainly not while carrying a baby. He needed to make sure she had a warm and comfortable winter.

The moment the snow stopped and the skies cleared, Su Shen called in a professional team to build a fireplace. Within three days, the fire crackled warmly in their living room, transforming the entire house into a cozy retreat where even a single layer of clothing felt enough indoors.

Meanwhile, back in Guangcheng, Gu Zi’s family had sent over a huge shipment of New Year’s treats. In return, Gu Zi had Su Shen send back a batch of local delicacies and New Year goods from the capital, hoping that, even though they wouldn’t be going home this year, those packages—and the accompanying letters—would carry their love and longing across the miles.

Sun Yi, ever the powerhouse, had been making impressive strides with her new national-style fashion label. The brand had launched in early December to rave reviews, and the public response had been nothing short of phenomenal.