Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon-Chapter 1103: They’re Doing Just Fine

Gu Zi didn’t plan to linger any longer. She walked out with Chen Xi, her mind still turning over the words of the man.

Jiang Nan and that woman were supposed to be good friends, yet she had never heard her mention the deceased once.

On the contrary, when Jiang Nan spoke of the woman who had passed away, she seemed almost indifferent, as if they weren’t even close. It struck her as odd, this inconsistency, this strange undercurrent in their conversation.

By the time they reached her doorstep, Gu Zi parted ways with Chen Xi, ready to head inside, but then a voice called out from behind, halting her. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Hey, Gu Zi, how did you end up coming through that alley?"

Gu Zi froze. Turning, she saw Jiang Nan standing there, and a shiver ran down her spine. She couldn’t quite place it, but something about Jiang Nan made her uneasy, a creeping fear that she couldn’t shake.

Yet she kept her composure, putting on a calm smile as she offered a casual excuse. "Jiang Nan, I was just showing my classmate around the area. We passed by the back alleys of a few courtyard houses. It was all so quiet, so we decided to head back quickly."

Jiang Nan stepped closer, her gaze sharp. "Gu Zi, I’d suggest you stay away from those courtyard houses back there. It’s deserted, and a beauty woman like you should be careful. It’s dangerous."

Gu Zi smiled politely, nodding as she acknowledged the warning. "Thank you for the reminder, Jiang Nan. I’ll head home now."

With that, she turned and walked into her house, closing the door behind her. Only then did she release a deep breath, her heart still racing in her chest.

Until now, she hadn’t realized the connections Jiang Nan had with the deceased woman. How strange that Jiang Nan, who couldn’t even have children of her own, had relied on her brother Jiang Yao’s wife to find a woman to bear children. And then, that child had gone missing after Jiang Yao’s wife passed away. To top it all off, Jiang Nan’s own husband had died shortly after. The whole sequence of events felt... planned, like a series of pieces falling into place according to some hidden design.

But solving this mystery wouldn’t be quick. Gu Zi decided that she would talk to Su Shen and have him look into it. Someone had to uncover the truth.

Meanwhile, back at the Xu family home, Yu Fang had called Xu Fan, who was in Guangcheng, and summoned him back. She’d even reached out to Xu Fan’s supervisor to have someone else take over his duties in Guangcheng, making it clear that Xu Fan no longer needed to go there.

When Xu Sheng returned from school, he was surprised to find his father there. "Dad, you’re back! I have to tell you—I ran into Su Bing today! They’re in the capital now, and Su Bing and I are in the same class. Dad, doesn’t that mean we’re destined to meet?"

Xu Sheng had been too shy to show his excitement in front of Su Bing, but now, in the comfort of his own home, he didn’t hide his enthusiasm. Xu Fan immediately understood why his mother had called him back—she had likely already met the three children from the Su family.

Ruffling Xu Sheng’s hair, Xu Fan said, "Of course, it’s fate. Now, go finish your homework, okay? Your grandmother and I need to talk."

Xu Sheng nodded eagerly, heading off to his room with the nanny. Yu Fang watched him go, her face cold as she turned toward her son. "Come upstairs. We need to talk."

She climbed the stairs, her heels clicking sharply on the floor, with Xu Fan following behind. Once inside her study, Yu Fang threw a file on the desk, her voice trembling with agitation. "Now that you’ve found those children, why didn’t you bring them back?"

Xu Fan picked up the file, his eyes narrowing as he saw the investigation report on the three Su siblings. His own gaze hardened. "Mom, how could you have someone track them?"

Yu Fang snorted. "You finally realize I’m your mother? If I hadn’t had someone look into this, how would I know you’ve been hiding so much from me? When I asked you to go to Guangcheng, I told you to find them too. But no, you said you wouldn’t. And yet, behind my back, you’ve found them and kept it a secret, letting those three children fend for themselves. How could you be such a useless younger brother?"

Xu Fan paused, staring at his mother. He couldn’t hide the bitterness that surged in his chest. "Do I have the right to tell those kids I’m their uncle? And you—do you have the right to stand in front of them and expect them to call you grandmother? You knew my older brother had abandoned their mother, and you kept blocking his efforts to bring them home. Now that my brother is dead, you suddenly remember those three kids are your grandkids? It’s laughable."

Xu Fan had been investigating the children secretly, originally with the intention of bringing them back. He’d thought that, since their parents were gone, they must be suffering terribly, living as orphans in the world.

Surely, bringing them to the Xu family would be better than leaving them to struggle on their own. But after finally meeting the three Su siblings, Xu Fan realized they were doing just fine.

Gu Zi treated them like her own children, and they had such a capable man as their adoptive father. Their new home was leagues better than the cold, sterile one he had to offer. Xu Fan couldn’t bear the thought of disrupting their lives now.

Yu Fang’s expression darkened as she listened to her son’s words. A flicker of regret flashed in her eyes.

Perhaps, if she had intervened earlier—when she first learned about her eldest son’s mistakes—things could have been different. If she had insisted on bringing the woman and the children back, they might not have ended up in such a tragic situation.

Her son’s death, the cruelty of the drug lords, his body found in such a pitiful state—it all felt like retribution.

Her husband, devastated by the loss, had fallen into a stroke, bedridden ever since.

This was retribution.