Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1166

Chapter 1166: You Poor Thing

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Su Shen strolled forward with the air of a man who had seen worse, casting a glance at the beast in question—a hulking black pig that looked like it had emerged straight out of a rural nightmare. Fierce, unrelenting, and wholly uncooperative.

But Su Shen remained calm. This was, after all, familiar territory.

"Don’t worry," he said coolly to the group of burly men standing around the pig in a helpless huddle. "I know how to handle it. Just do exactly as I say."

The men, already exasperated and out of ideas, looked at one another and nodded. It wasn’t like they had any better options. If someone knew how to kill the damn pig, they were all ears.

Under Su Shen’s steady command, the operation began. It was brutal, methodical, and strangely elegant in its own way.

Meanwhile, Su Li arrived on the scene, trailed by a ragtag entourage of newly recruited pint-sized followers. With a dramatic flair, he pointed enthusiastically at the tallest and most dashing man at the center of the action. "See that man?" he said, chest puffed with pride. "The one giving orders? That’s my dad. He’s a professional pig killer. There’s not a pig in this world he can’t handle!"

The crowd of children gawked in open admiration, their eyes lighting up with something akin to hero worship as they stared at Su Shen, who was now orchestrating the pig’s demise like some kind of rural maestro.

Inside the house, someone nudged Gu Zi with curiosity and amusement. "Hey, girl, your man is really something," the woman said in a half-whisper, half-gossip tone. "He’s out there leading the charge like a general. That pig had everyone stumped, and now they’ve got a whole system going. Your kid says he’s some kind of pig-killing expert—used to help the whole village back in your hometown, is that true?"

Gu Zi couldn’t help the amused smile that spread across her face. For once, Su Li wasn’t exaggerating. "Yes," she replied with a light nod. "That used to be his main trade. He’s naturally more skilled than most."

The woman giggled. "Well, I saw the way he handled that knife—impressive stuff. And not to mention, he looks good doing it. I’ve never seen anyone make pig slaughtering look so... stylish. Can we hire him next time? We’ll wrap a big red envelope as thanks!"

Gu Zi laughed politely. "He’s still working at the company, and they haven’t broken for the holidays yet. But if the timing works out, I’m sure he can help."

Just then, Aunt Zhao bustled in, positively beaming, and carrying a plate of freshly fried pork bites. She set it down in front of Gu Zi with a smile that could light up the entire village.

"Girl, your husband saved the day! If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have been able to get the pig slaughtered during the auspicious hour. My two useless sons are absolutely hopeless! Couldn’t lift a finger to help. The kitchen’s a madhouse right now and the meat is being divvied up as we speak—but this plate is for you. Sit and eat. And don’t worry, we’ll give your husband a big red envelope later to show our thanks!"