Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon

Chapter 1203: Lin Miao’s Ending

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

So what was Gong Zhan doing here now?

They were already divorced. Even if Lin Miao had been the most naive woman in the world, she would never believe he was here because he still cared for her. That kind of fantasy had long been ripped away.

She had already been abandoned by everyone—utterly and completely discarded like last season’s scandal—and now he was here to... what? Laugh at her downfall?

Her body trembled. She couldn’t bring herself to face him, not truly. What terrified her most was hearing it from his mouth—cold and clear—that they were, in fact, over.

But Gong Zhan had come for precisely that reason.

Whether she wanted to hear it or not didn’t matter anymore.

"Lin Miao," he said directly, voice flat and emotionless, "we’re divorced now. This marriage was a mistake from the very beginning. Over the years, the Gong family has already cleaned up enough messes for your parents and for you. From now on, we go our separate ways. We owe each other nothing."

He didn’t stop there. His words were cutting, deliberate, and left no room for misunderstanding.

"No matter what happens in the future, there’s no need to bring this relationship up again. Don’t look for me. And let me make one thing very clear: the Gong family does not kick people when they’re down. I didn’t divorce you because your reputation and your parents’ reputations have gone up in flames. I divorced you because I realized I could never love you. Without love, marriage is nothing but a cruel joke. I hope you can accept that."

He didn’t soften his tone just because she looked pitiful now, sitting there in a prison-issued uniform, hair unkempt, cheeks sunken. He didn’t spare her. He owed her honesty, and he gave it in the most unsparing way: the marriage ended because there was no love. That was the truth.

Lin Miao felt as if the blood in her body had reversed its flow. She couldn’t breathe. Her lungs were collapsing under invisible pressure. Her eyes reddened, and she refused to believe it. She needed to believe that at some point, even for just a moment, he had cared.

She shook her head and tried to grab at any thread that might remain. "Gong Zhan, you loved me. You did. You used to treat me well. At least better than you treated Gu Zi, didn’t you? That’s love. Then Mo Li came along and took it away from me. I see it now. That’s why you insisted on the divorce. You and Mo Li... you’re already close to being together, right?"

Of course, it was Mo Li.

She had no words left. Mo Li had won in the end. She had Gong Zhan. And Lin Miao couldn’t blame anyone but herself—after all, she had been the one who brought Mo Li into his world. But still, even now, he couldn’t lie to her. He had loved her. He must have.

She had been loved. She had to believe that.

But Gong Zhan, hearing Mo Li’s name uttered with such bitterness, only frowned.

"What happened between you and me," he said slowly, "had nothing to do with anyone else. Mo Li was just my secretary. Yes, she had a crush on me at one point. But I rejected her. I didn’t love her. She only reminded me of who Gu Zi used to be. And during the time we were married, I never once betrayed our marriage vows.

"I spoke clearly to Mo Li before I left for the capital. I had her transferred to another department. As far as I know, she’s probably married by now, to a civil servant from my former office. You didn’t know?"

He stood there, tall and resolute—not a war hero like Su Shen, perhaps, but a man who bore responsibility without flinching.

Gong Zhan had always valued honor, family reputation, and the public eye. He could never allow himself to cross the line with another woman while married. The only person he had ever truly failed... was Gu Zi. And he would carry that regret for the rest of his life.

He had nothing more to say. He turned and walked away.

Lin Miao stood there in a daze, her mind blank, her body stiff. She numbly followed the officer back to her cell.

So Mo Li had already moved on—to something better, someone else. Of course she had. A woman like Mo Li would never tie herself to a sinking ship. She was far too smart for that.

The last person to realize it all... was Lin Miao herself.

No—there was one more.

Zhang Mei. Her mother. Locked away in the neighboring cell.

She probably hadn’t expected this outcome either. That Gu Shan would throw both mother and daughter away for Li Li and that bastard child she’d borne him.

Gu Shan might’ve been demoted again, but he still lived comfortably in the government compound. He had a new, young wife. A new heir to carry on the family name. Everything had fallen neatly into place for him.

The better his life got, the more Zhang Mei crumbled.

Just moments ago, when Lin Miao was being escorted back, she had passed her mother’s cell and seen the woman’s mental state completely unraveling. Now, from beyond the wall, she could hear her shouting like a lunatic, "I have a son! The only male heir of the Gu family! Hahaha! Who says he’s illegitimate? He’s mine! Gu Shan is coming to take me home soon—he is!"

Lin Miao let out a cold, bitter laugh.

Zhang Mei had gone mad. Utterly and truly mad.

But Lin Miao still remembered the lies Gu Shan once told her mother—how he promised to raise Li Li’s son as an adopted child, to be raised under Zhang Mei’s name as the official matriarch of the household. Zhang Mei had believed him. But really, who could expect a man like Gu Shan, discovering he had a biological son in his old age, to let that child grow up as an adopted heir? That had never been the plan.

But none of that mattered anymore.

This was Lin Miao’s ending.