Back to the Past: The Rise of the False Heiress Marrying the True Tycoon Chapter 1167: Big Boss President Su

Chapter 1167: Big Boss President Su

Gu Zi delicately popped the last piece of crispy pork into her mouth, dabbed at her fingers with a napkin, and replied with a calm, almost dismissive smile, “No need. My husband doesn’t butcher pigs anymore—he’s moved on to sothing new.”

The second Zhao daughter-in-law looked instantly displeased. A forr butcher, finding a respectable job in the capital? That seed about as likely as a goat winning a horse race. She had only offered to introduce him to soone out of pity, and now this woman was acting like she didn’t need the help?

The elder daughter-in-law jumped in quickly, attempting to smooth things over. “Oh? So what does your husband do now?”

Gu Zi gave them a bright, almost teasing smile. “He started a company with a friend—he’s the boss now. Most of his days are spent eating, drinking, and sealing business deals. He’s surprisingly busy.”

The room fell into stunned silence.

They both blinked at her, as if waiting for the punchline.

“You’re not… making that up, are you?” the elder daughter-in-law finally asked, suspicion thick in her voice. “Your husband was a butcher. How could he start a company? Where did he even get the money?”

The younger one chid in, arms folded. “Exactly! That sounds ridiculous. A butcher turning into a boss? That’s a first for . And I’m guessing it’s a first for you too, right?”

Gu Zi caught the incredulous, almost mocking glint in their eyes and found herself stifling a laugh. She arched a brow and said, coolly, “He ran a pig farm back ho. Do you think pig farming doesn’t make money? He was slaughtering pigs right on the premises every day. Not hard to imagine, is it?”

Both won froze.

A pig farm? That wasn’t so piddly little backyard operation. That could an serious money. But if he was such a local tycoon, why on earth had they dragged their whole family to the capital? And why were they living in this shabby little village house?

The sisters-in-law exchanged knowing glances. Sothing didn’t add up. Clearly, Gu Zi was just putting on airs.

“So what are you two doing here in the capital then?” they asked, voices dripping with skepticism.

Gu Zi could see where this was going and decided it was best to spell things out before rumors took a life of their own. “I was admitted to the Imperial Capital University,” she explained patiently. “He didn’t want coming here alone, so he brought our children and ca along to take care of us.”

Their jaws practically hit the floor.

Imperial Capital University?

That was the top university in the country, the stuff of national prestige and parental bragging rights.

Gu Zi already had three children. And she still had the energy to study, let alone get accepted into Imperial Capital University? Surely that was just another over-the-top boast.

Just then, a voice called from the courtyard. “Gu Zi, my dear! Auntie made so sweet-and-sour pork for you—co try it and tell if it’s to your taste!”

Hearing that there was food, Gu Zi didn’t bother replying to the two won still stewing in disbelief. She stood up and headed outside, her steps light and unhurried.

The sisters-in-law were certain of it now—she was clearly trying to escape. Her story had run its course, and she was ducking out before it collapsed under scrutiny.

But at that very mont, the second Zhao son ca bursting in, his face practically glowing with excitent. “Honey, you won’t believe who I just ran into!” he said, almost bouncing. “Turns out Mom made the right call bringing us to Jiangjia Village! Guess who’s living here? Our company’s big boss! He’s here too! Co on, I’ll introduce you!”

The younger daughter-in-law’s eyes lit up like lanterns at the Lantern Festival. This dump of a place? Ho to soone that important?

She hurried after her husband, tugging the elder sister-in-law along too—because really, how could she pass up the chance to see what a real big shot looked like?

They arrived by the pigpen, where a tall, broad-shouldered man was bent over, rinsing blood off his hands. The younger daughter-in-law squinted. “Wait… you said we were eting your boss. Why are we at the pigpen?”

Her husband chuckled, clearly amused. “I didn’t expect our President Su to be so down-to-earth either! He even helped us slaughter pigs today. That’s him right there! And his wife? She was just in the house with you two. Where’d she go?”

The two won stared, slack-jawed.

President Su? Mrs. Su?

There had been no one else in the house with them. Just… Gu Zi.

Gu Zi, whose husband’s last na was also Su.

Oh no.

They had just spent the better part of an hour belittling a woman whose husband might very well be the President Su.

They’d offended a big boss’s wife.

Completely oblivious to the internal crisis brewing behind him, the Zhao son cheerfully walked up to Su Shen, pulling out the finest cigarette he had. “President Su, you’ve done us a huge favor today. Have a smoke!”

Su Shen dried his hands with a clean towel and waved him off gently. “It’s nothing. We’re not at the office, so there’s no need to be formal. And my wife’s pregnant—I’ve quit smoking.”

At that mont, Gu Zi walked over holding a plate of glossy, fragrant sweet-and-sour pork. She lifted a piece and popped it into Su Shen’s mouth with practiced ease before glancing up and noticing the others. She offered them a polite nod and smile, then tucked her arm around Su Shen’s and led him off.

The second Zhao son scrambled to follow, leaving his wife and sister-in-law behind, frozen in place, snowflakes dusting their stunned faces.

Low-key didn’t even begin to cover it. This family had just sucker-punched their pride—and done it with elegance.

They both wished the earth would open up and swallow them whole.

Back at the house, Aunt Zhao had gotten wind of the situation. Her tone toward Gu Zi had transford into warm reverence.

“Gu Zi, dear! Who would’ve guessed your husband is the boss of my second son’s company? Incredible! You absolutely must sit at the main table later, you hear ?”

Faced with such effusive hospitality, Gu Zi couldn’t bring herself to refuse. And so, when the banquet began, she was seated at the main table, surrounded by an endless stream of dishes and bottomless toasts. The feast ended in a flurry of well-wishes and complints.

As Gu Zi and Su Shen prepared to leave, Aunt Zhao personally walked them to the gate, stuffed a fat red envelope into Gu Zi’s hands, and insisted they take a whole basket of freshly butchered pork.

“It’s local pig,” she said with a wink. “Much more flavorful than the kind you get in the city.”

Gu Zi accepted it all with a gracious smile.

After all, what could be more delicious than quiet revenge served with sweet-and-sour pork?