Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon-Chapter 1127: With A Wife Like Her

Su Shen hailed a cab and made his way home. When he stepped through the door, the lingering scent of smoke and alcohol clung to his clothes.

He knew how sensitive Gu Zi was to such smells, so he stood outside for a while, letting the wind carry the scent away before finally entering the house.

Gu Zi was at the dinner table with their three children. She looked up in surprise when she saw him. "Didn’t you say you’d be out for a business dinner tonight? Why are you back so early?"

Su Shen picked up the water jug and poured himself a glass. "Cold food from outside can’t compare to a home-cooked meal. I stayed for a bit at the dinner, but then I left." He made his way over to her and sat down beside her.

Noticing his tired expression, Su Bing immediately stood up, filled his bowl with rice, and set it in front of him.

Gu Zi leaned closer, inhaling the air around him. With a teasing smile, she fanned the air with her hand. "A little more than just a quick drink, it seems. That’s quite the smell! But I suppose, in such occasions, it’s inevitable."

She stood up and said, "Let me get you some chicken soup. It’s made with freshly bought free-range chicken, with a blend of over a dozen nourishing herbs. It’ll help with the hangover."

Whenever she had time to spare, Gu Zi would make soup for the children, combining meat, vegetables, and medicinal herbs. It was not only good for their growth but also kept them healthy. Of course, the children couldn’t just drink the soup—they needed to eat the meat and vegetables too. Gu Zi was adamant about making sure her children didn’t become picky eaters, and they had all grown bigger and healthier under her care.

Su Shen took a sip of the soup, savoring the blend of herbs and tender chicken. It was exquisite, just as it always was when Gu Zi cooked. He couldn’t quite explain how she did it, but it was always better than anything he could find elsewhere. He took another sip, and before long, the bowl was empty.

Gu Zi watched him, a wave of tenderness washing over her. He was always out drinking at social events, never getting to enjoy a decent meal. Tonight, he had come home early, likely remembering her words.

She felt a sweet warmth in her chest—this man always listened to her and followed through.

She picked up a large drumstick, blew on it to cool it down, and held it out to him. "Don’t just drink the soup, the chicken is delicious too. Have a bite."

Su Shen opened his mouth and took a bite. The meat was tender and sweet, not dry at all. He didn’t know how she managed it, but he knew she always found a way to make things better. With a wife like her at home, who wouldn’t want to return?

Su Li, watching his mother’s affection for his father, couldn’t help but feel envious. "Mom, when I grow up and start working, will you feed me chicken drumsticks too?"

Gu Zi, distracted by Su Li’s question, placed the drumstick into Su Shen’s bowl.

Su Shen shot a glance at Su Li, a hint of annoyance in his eyes—why was this foolish second child always around?

Gu Zi, on the other hand, was always patient with her children, though not always with Su Shen. She gently explained to Su Li, "Mom is your dad’s wife. What I do for him is because I care for him—it’s a good thing. When you grow up and have your own wife, she’ll care for you the same way. But if I were to keep feeding you like this when you grow up, it would be disrespectful to your wife, understand?"

She believed that some things didn’t need to be overexplained. Good values should be instilled in children from a young age, like now—making him understand that a wife is a wife, and a mother is a mother. When he grew up and had his own family, parents shouldn’t interfere. It was a matter of respect for every family.

Of course, Su Li didn’t quite understand. He hung his head and muttered, "So, Mom won’t do this for me, only for Dad? You’re so biased..." But he soon turned his frustration into appetite, polishing off five bowls of rice and three bowls of soup. His plate was piled high with chicken bones.

That night, as Su Shen held Gu Zi tightly in his arms, he wished they could stay like that forever.

But Gu Zi, her mind preoccupied with the recent events, broke the silence. "From what I can tell, the murderer reacts quickly. This can’t be their first crime. I suspect that the missing children are also connected to her. Su Shen, don’t think I’m being overly cautious, but if it weren’t for these ridiculous rumors, our properties would be worth a lot more."

Su Shen wanted nothing more than for her thoughts to revolve around him, for her to focus on him and their love, but she always had a wider perspective. He sighed inwardly and replied, "You’re worried about our home, and that’s not too much to ask. It’s true—if this murderer isn’t caught, the rumors will continue to spread, and that will have a huge impact on property values in the long run."