Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1108

Chapter 1108: Going to the Library

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

A chilling realization crept over Gu Zi like Beijing’s winter fog.

All these strange occurrences seemed connected by an invisible puppeteer—someone who knew exactly how events would unfold, was intimately tied to the key players, yet maintained such a sterling reputation that no one would ever suspect her involvement.

There was really only one person who fit this disturbing profile: Jiang Nan.

"Mom?" Su Bing’s voice sliced through her thoughts. The boy approached with a concerned frown, noticing her distant expression. "Are you okay?" ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Gu Zi blinked, quickly reassembling her composure. These suspicions weren’t for children’s ears. "Just planning our weekend," she said, forcing brightness into her tone. "Any requests?"

Before Su Bing could answer, Su Li came barreling in like an enthusiastic puppy. "The amusement park!" he shouted, eyes shining. "Zhang Wei said the new one has a rollercoaster taller than our apartment building!"

Su Le, ever the diplomat, clung to her mother’s sleeve. "Wherever Mommy goes, I go," she declared with the solemnity of a UN ambassador.

Gu Zi melted, running fingers through her daughter’s silken hair. "My sweet girl," she crooned, pressing a kiss to the crown of Su Le’s head. The scent of baby shampoo and innocence filled her nose.

Not to be outdone in the affection Olympics, Su Li immediately pivoted. "Actually, anywhere with Mom is fun!" he announced with the shameless opportunism of a seasoned politician.

"Excuse me, little boy." The voice dripped with saccharine condescension. Zhao Ling loomed over him, her designer glasses (last season’s Prada, Gu Zi would have noted) sliding down her nose. "Those aren’t picture books for children. Put them back before you waste real students’ time."

Su Bing turned with glacial calm. "I can read them," he said simply, the steel beneath his words all the more impressive for their quiet delivery.

Zhao Ling’s manicured fingers twitched. "Lying is very bad," she hissed, leaning down to his level. "Do your parents know you make up stories?"

The boy didn’t dignify this with a response, simply stepping around her with the effortless superiority of a princeling bypassing a peasant.

As he disappeared down the stairs, Zhao Ling’s cheeks burned. The little brat! Just like that insufferable Gu Zi — all fake modesty and hidden arrogance.