Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon

Chapter 1205: The Three Su Siblings

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Gong Xin had never been the type to wear dresses. In fact, she used to avoid them like the plague. But ever since growing her hair long, she’d developed an unexpected love for skirts—flowy, floral, even the occasional ruffle.

So when Jin Long made a teasing comment about it, instead of getting annoyed, she simply giggled and nudged him to hurry up and take her shopping.

And just like that, Gu Zi was left in the dust, ditched by the pair without so much as a backward glance.

She blinked, letting out a quiet scoff. Hmph. So what if you’ve got a man by your side? Just wait till they’re back in the capital—she’d make sure to drag her own Su Shen out on a dress-shopping spree. And once the baby was born, she’d be back to her stunning self. A glowing beauty, no less.

Wishful thinking, of course. That could only happen once they actually got back home. At the moment, she missed her three little angels terribly. Were they adjusting to life at the Chen residence? Did they miss her as much as she missed them?

Back in the capital at the grand and palatial Chen estate, the three Su siblings had been staying there ever since their parents returned to Guangzhou to handle affairs. Chen Xi had personally brought them over, and the Chen household, in all its marble-and-mahogany splendor, had welcomed them with open arms.

Yes, the mansion was vast, the furnishings decadent, and the overall aura unmistakably wealthy. But it lacked the cozy, tender charm of the Su home. Still, the Chens were nothing if not hospitable. They spoiled the children thoroughly—taking them out for little excursions, lavishing them with treats, and even the house staff were especially attentive.

Given the trio’s high cheekbones, gleaming eyes, and impossibly good manners, it didn’t take long for everyone in the house to absolutely adore them.

Yet despite all that, Su Li had stopped smiling.

He just couldn’t bring himself to. Nothing felt interesting anymore. He still dragged himself through daily workouts—after all, discipline was discipline—but each move felt robotic now. The routines were the same ones his father had taught him before leaving, repeated endlessly. And the more he repeated them, the more pointless they felt.

Back when Dad was around, he would introduce new exercises every few days, claiming it was to keep the body "off-balance" and maximize training effectiveness. It worked. It had kept Su Li on his toes, literally and figuratively.

And when the training left him sweaty and tired, he would bolt to his mother to complain about how mean Dad was, how she should scold him for being so harsh. His mother would gently wipe the sweat from his brow, stroke his hair and say, "Our Su Li is amazing—the strongest little man I know. But don’t push yourself too hard. We don’t want you hurting your joints. Mommy will have a word with your daddy tonight."

Her gentle words had been his emotional fuel.

Now, without her, he felt like a car running on fumes. Sometimes, like today, he gave up halfway through. After jogging only three laps around the open courtyard, sandbags tied to his ankles, he decided he’d had enough. Might as well go back to bed.

Which he did—slumping past Su Bing with a wilted, "Big Brother..." before disappearing into his room, sadness lurking in his eyes like clouds before a storm.

Su Bing barely looked up from his book. "Mm," he responded faintly.

The book had been borrowed by Chen Xi from the university library—dense, thick, and probably something no child under ten had business reading, but Su Bing wasn’t most children. He was determined to finish it quickly. The faster he read, the sooner Mom and Dad might come back.

Or maybe they’d return before he was done. Either way, he had to be ready to leave the Chen household at a moment’s notice.

He knew full well that his little brother was struggling—apathetic, disinterested, and even his toys remained untouched. The maids often made cute little snacks to cheer him up, and he’d only nibble politely before pushing them away. They thought he was just shy.

But Su Bing knew better. His brother missed their mother.

He missed her too. Their father could stay away a little longer if needed—but not their mother. She needed to come back soon.

Still, he was the eldest. He had responsibilities. If he gave in to sadness like Su Li, then what example would that set for Su Le?

After finishing his reading, Su Bing neatly returned the book to the shelf and headed to wake Su Li. There was no way he’d let him sleep the entire afternoon away. This wasn’t a hibernation camp, and Mom always said Su Li was the most energetic of them all. He couldn’t stand being indoors for more than five minutes—now look at him, curled up like a panda.

"Time to get up," Su Bing said, shaking his brother’s shoulder. "If you’re bored, come help me cook with the staff in the kitchen. But no more sleeping."

Su Li squinted groggily and muttered with indignation, "Why don’t you wake Su Le then? She always sleeps longer than me!"

Su Bing glanced at Su Le, fast asleep in her tiny bed. Her blanket had nearly slipped off, and the fan beside her was whirring gently.

"She’ll catch a cold if she’s not covered properly," he murmured, tucking the blanket around her with practiced care. "And Mommy said little girls need extra sleep to help their brain and body grow. So shhh, don’t wake her. Let’s go."

Reluctantly, Su Li allowed himself to be pulled out of bed, just as Chen Xi returned from his errands. Spotting the two boys heading toward the kitchen, he rushed over with a smile, mistaking their direction for hunger.

"Oh no, if you boys were starving and didn’t say anything, that would be my fault entirely! I promised Gu Zi I’d take good care of you," he exclaimed, thrusting a box of small cakes into Su Bing’s hands. "Here—freshly bought!"

Su Bing took the box, eyeing the oddly-shaped treats. Was that supposed to be a cat? Or a dog? Hard to say. Either way, they were clumsy-looking and probably too sweet. Not even close to how beautifully crafted his mother’s cakes were. He had zero appetite.

Su Li looked unimpressed as well. He wrinkled his nose. "My mom’s cakes are way prettier than this. These don’t even look good. You can have them."