Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon-Chapter 1126: Shouldn’t Have Attended

Jiang Yao returned the same way he had come, while Su Shen and Gu Zi made their way back inside the house.

Su Shen spoke first, his voice laced with quiet confidence. "If you had let me handle this, it would have been resolved much faster."

Gu Zi shook her head, rejecting his offer with a gentle smile. "We can’t handle this ourselves," she said. "This is a matter between Jiang Yao and Jiang Nan. Everyone has their own karmic debts. It’s best for Jiang Yao to take the lead on this. Go to bed, I have to go through the materials I brought back today."

She ushered Su Shen inside, then went into her study, where she started going through the documents. The task itself wasn’t particularly difficult for her, but the sheer volume was daunting. Still, she had already committed to it, and backing out now would only offend many people. Gu Zi gritted her teeth and pressed on.

Meanwhile, Yushen Investment had secured its largest deal ever. Chen Yu was ecstatic and threw a grand celebration, booking a hotel for the entire company.

Su Shen didn’t want to attend, but Chen Yu insisted, pulling him along. "You’re our company’s new major shareholder. How can you not attend these internal gatherings? Do me a favor and come, for the sake of the company."

All eyes were on Su Shen, who had an almost legendary status among the employees. They knew he and Chen Yu were old comrades, bound by a deep, almost life-or-death friendship. It was no surprise that where Chen Yu had failed, Su Shen had succeeded with ease. Even Chen Yu’s trusted secretary, Chen Ting, had been assigned to assist Su Shen.

But Su Shen was not the kind of man to be easily approachable. His tall frame, sharp brows, and commanding presence gave him an air of authority that made others hesitant to engage with him unless Chen Yu was present.

After a toast, Chen Yu raised an eyebrow. "How come you didn’t bring your wife tonight?"

Su Shen’s expression softened a fraction, his thoughts briefly drifting to the delicate woman he called his wife. "She took on a translation job for Imperial Capital University. She’s busy with deadlines tonight."

Chen Yu chuckled, shaking his head. "You really don’t spoil your wife, do you? Why make her take on such a tiring job? You’ve got plenty of money, don’t you?"

Su Shen’s tone became firm, a hint of pride coloring his voice. "I don’t lack money, but my wife is incredibly capable. I don’t want her to lose that just because I have a bit of wealth. And about her work, I’d prefer if no one made light of it."

There was an unspoken weight in his words, a quiet warning.

Chen Yu, knowing Su Shen well, immediately understood the subtle shift in tone. He quickly apologized, raising his glass again. "My bad. I was out of line. I’ll go sober up. Chen Ting, please make sure Su Shen is well taken care of."

With that, Chen Yu excused himself, and Chen Ting approached Su Shen, refilling his glass. Her dress, hugging her curves in a way that showcased her lithe figure, shimmered under the dim lights. Her makeup was flawless, her perfume a luxurious note in the air as she leaned in a little too close.

The room’s attention seemed to gravitate toward her, and she was clearly the center of many conversations.

Yet, her gaze never left Su Shen. His sleeves rolled up to reveal the strong, well-defined muscles of his forearms, his presence exuding a magnetic masculinity that left her breathless. He had wealth, power, and capability—traits that made him the ideal man in every woman’s eyes.

Her voice dropped to a sultry tone. "Mr. Su, would you like to dance?"

Su Shen took a slow sip of his drink, his thoughts drifting to Gu Zi’s radiant, gentle face. He imagined how beautiful she must look when she danced. But the reality before him was a woman heavily made up, with the kind of allure that felt more artificial than captivating. He spoke in a cool, detached tone. "I’m not interested in dancing."

The endless socializing had begun to wear on him. In the capital, business was done almost exclusively over drinks, and he was growing tired of the empty gestures and meaningless conversations. He massaged his temple, feeling the tension mount.

Chen Ting, ever the professional, moved closer, offering her assistance. "I’ve learned professional massage techniques, Mr. Su. If you’re feeling tired, I can help. I’m quite skilled."

Su Shen’s voice was cold as he cut her off. "No need. I’m just tired. Please let Chen Yu know I’m leaving."

Ignoring the awkward, frozen smile on her face, he grabbed his coat and walked out. It wasn’t even a particularly important dinner, and he had never wanted to be there in the first place.