Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1168

Chapter 1168: Buying New Clothes for The New Years

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

To be fair, what Aunt Zhao said wasn’t wrong. But still, taking so many things from the Zhao family without any real reason—Gu Zi couldn’t help but feel uneasy about it. Yet Aunt Zhao insisted with such fervor that they had no choice but to accept it all in the end.

When they returned home, it was only just after one in the afternoon.

Since it was still early, Gu Zi decided that today was as good a day as any to take the whole family shopping for winter clothes. After all, the clothes they had brought from the south were laughably inadequate for a northern winter. The biting cold up here was on an entirely different level, and what passed for a down jacket down south was practically tissue paper up here.

There was just one small issue: Su Shen had gotten pig’s blood all over him earlier, and the moment they stepped through the door, he rushed into the bathroom for a shower. He was worried the lingering scent might bother Gu Zi, who was pregnant and understandably sensitive to smells.

Gu Zi, meanwhile, called Su Li over and told him to shower too—he’d been running around the pigsty earlier with a pack of rowdy kids and reeked of pig as well.

As for Su Le, she’d been following Su Bing all day, and the pair of them were spotless and squeaky clean—no need to change clothes.

Once Su Shen and Su Li had showered and changed into fresh outfits, Su Shen took the wheel and the family headed to the city center.

The moment he heard they were going shopping for clothes, Su Li lit up like a Christmas tree. He bounced around so energetically in the back seat that his head bumped the roof of the car more than once—but he didn’t seem to mind one bit.

Gu Zi just let him be. After all, what were kids for if not to be lively and full of energy?

Suddenly, Su Li seemed to remember something important. He turned to Gu Zi with great seriousness and said, "Mommy, can we slaughter a pig this year too? I really want to eat our own pork feast—roast skewers with Gao Ming! It’s so fun and delicious."

Gu Zi looked toward Su Shen. Matters like pig slaughtering had always been his department.

"No pig slaughter this year," Su Shen said calmly. "Mommy’s carrying a baby, and we can’t have blood in the house. We’ll do it next year."

Now, Su Shen had never been one to care about old superstitions. But now that Gu Zi was actually pregnant, he didn’t dare mess around with those timeworn taboos. And anyway, meat was easy to buy these days—why risk it?

The moment Su Li heard the reason, he nodded with great maturity. "Ohhh, it’s because of the little baby! Okay, then we’ll wait until next year. The baby can watch the little piglets with me!"

Once the clothing shopping was complete, they moved on to the New Year section. Snacks, drinks, games, decorations—they bought it all.

By the time they made it to the mother-and-baby section, Gu Zi was already exhausted, but Su Shen insisted they stock up now while they still had time. Better to be overprepared than scrambling when the baby arrived. So they loaded up on maternity mattresses, postpartum care kits, a baby cradle, stroller—you name it, they bought it.

In the end, Su Shen even called a separate car just to transport all their shopping home.

The following days were spent transforming their house into a festive wonderland. Red paper cuttings for the windows, giant gold ’Prosperity’ word pasted on doors, couplets on scrolls, red lanterns strung from ceiling beams—it wasn’t even New Year’s Eve yet, but the whole place already felt steeped in joy and anticipation.

On the morning of New Year’s Eve, Chen Xi arrived with freshly made dumplings and sweet glutinous rice balls for the Su family. The moment he stepped into their cozy, cheerful home, he visibly relaxed, clearly reluctant to leave.

"Gu Zi," he groaned, collapsing dramatically onto the sofa, "you have no idea how tough things are for me right now. My brother and sister-in-law are at it again—cold war, both refusing to come home. And when they do show up, they won’t even speak to each other. I’m stuck being the human walkie-talkie. And today, my dear sister-in-law orders me to deliver dumplings—didn’t even let me sleep in!"

Gu Zi actually felt a little sorry for him. Poor guy—completely caught in the crossfire of his brother’s domestic melodrama. Still, this was her family’s reunion dinner, and she wasn’t about to invite any outsiders, even if he was a friend.

Instead, she said with a sweet smile, "Why don’t you take some pastries back to your sister-in-law? If she’s in a better mood, your life might get a little easier, don’t you think?"