Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1163

Chapter 1163: Liveliest New Year

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Su Le had originally skipped over excitedly, hoping to ask her mother for a taste of whatever delicious thing she was feeding her second brother. But just as she was about to speak, she saw her second brother suddenly gag.

Her footsteps froze mid-step. Without a word, she spun on her heel, pulled out a book from her schoolbag, flipped it open, and buried her face in the pages—pretending she’d seen absolutely nothing.

In the courtyard, Su Bing had caught the entire scene through the window and instantly pieced it together. So that was where the stench was coming from—it had to be those mysterious pieces of tofu. Tsk. Her mother’s taste was getting more intense by the day!

Su Li couldn’t hold it in any longer. He spat the tofu right out, then scrambled to grab the kettle, pouring himself water and gulping it down in desperation. He stared at Gu Zi with wide, traumatized eyes.

His own mother actually liked tofu that tasted like poop?

Seeing the children’s reactions, Gu Zi finally understood. The three of them clearly had zero tolerance for stinky tofu. She felt a little disheartened, but she wasn’t the kind of mother to force anyone to eat something they couldn’t stomach.

"It’s fine if you don’t like it," she said, brushing off the disappointment with a gentle smile. "Grandma Gao dropped off some pastries earlier—they’re in the kitchen. Go grab some to fill your bellies first. We’ll wait for Dad to come home before having a proper meal."

Su Li noticed the faint trace of disappointment on her face. Hesitating a little, he asked carefully, "Mom... do we really not need to eat with you?"

That smell... he just couldn’t take it. It was horrendous.

Gu Zi reached over and patted his head affectionately. "Of course not, sweetheart. Go on and have the pastries now—they won’t taste as good once they’re cold. I can finish all this stinky tofu myself, don’t worry."

Su Li nodded, finally learning the name of the culprit: stinky tofu. Still, he didn’t understand—why stinky? If it was stinky, why would anyone want to eat it?

At that moment, the doorbell rang again. Su Bing went to open it. Standing at the door was none other than Chen Yu, Sun Yi’s husband. He had come looking for her.

In fact, the moment he’d stepped onto the property and caught a whiff of the overpowering stench, he’d been sure that Sun Yi must have been here. She was nowhere to be seen, of course, which made him wonder if she was deliberately avoiding him.

He turned to Gu Zi and asked, "Gu Zi, my wife’s secretary said she came by your place. Is she here? I need to talk to her."

Chen Yu, knowing full well that Gu Zi might try to cover for her, spoke with deliberate clarity, attempting to convey sincerity.

Unfortunately for him, Gu Zi had never been the type to pity foolish men. Where had he been all this time, when Sun Yi had cried herself numb and shut down completely? Did it really have to come to this—to chasing her down like a drama serial—before he realized he needed to win her back?

Even if Gu Zi did know where Sun Yi was—and she didn’t—she wouldn’t have told him a thing.