Back to the Past: The Rise of the False Heiress Marrying the True Tycoon Chapter 970: I Was Being Impulsive

Chapter 970: I Was Being Impulsive

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Huang Fei never imagined that chasing soone down in person to buy at would lead to an outright refusal.

She pursed her lips, feeling insulted. What kind of person is Gu Zi? Huang Fei had even offered to pay for the at, yet still, Gu Zi wouldn’t sell. Her husband ran a pig farm, for heaven’s sake! How could they possibly be running low on pork?

Clearly, it was just an excuse!

Fuming, her tone turned icy as she muttered while walking away, “Fine. Your family’s so amazing, huh? Got at to eat while the rest of us don’t? Keep it all to yourself, then. Who cares? It’s not like going without pork is going to kill . We’ll see if I can’t manage without it!”

Gu Zi didn’t bother responding. She quietly shut the door, only to turn around and find herself face-to-face with Su Jing, whose anger was barely contained.

“Sister-in-law, that was the right move! There’s no way we should be selling at to the Xu family. Who do they think they are? It’s bad enough I haven’t taken a knife to them in revenge for my sister, and now that woman has the nerve to co begging for pork!” Su Jing’s indignation radiated through the room.

Gu Zi walked further inside, her composure unshaken. “I didn’t refuse to sell to Huang Fei out of spite. The woman’s suspicious by nature and loves stirring up trouble. With this swine fever spreading, if anything happens after she eats the pork I sell her, you can bet she’ll point the finger straight at . It’s not worth the risk. She’d not only cause trouble but potentially ruin the reputation of the pig farm.”

She spoke with such asured calm, as though discussing the weather. Gu Zi knew won like Huang Fei all too well. This wasn’t a matter of pettiness or revenge; it was simply about avoiding unnecessary headaches.

Su Jing wasn’t entirely convinced. “Sister-in-law, are you trying to say that my sister’s death is too old a matter to bother pursuing? If that’s how you feel, just tell , and I’ll take care of it myself!” Her voice was fierce, her eyes sharp.

Gu Zi, unfazed, plopped onto the sofa and started stacking little wooden blocks with Su Le. “You’re jumping to conclusions again,” she said leisurely. “Su Jing, did you even listen to what Huang Fei said just now? Xu Sheng’s father might not even be Xu Ye. According to her, she’s been with her husband since their school days, and except for this recent transfer, her husband has never worked outside the capital.”

She placed another block on the growing tower and continued, “If her husband’s always been stationed in the capital, how could he have been in Guangzhou at the sa ti, deceiving your sister? Sure, Xu Sheng resembles Su Bing, and Xu Sheng’s father may well have so connection to Xu Ye. But that doesn’t an they’re the sa person. You need to stay calm.”

She paused to let the words sink in. “Think about it: Huang Fei said her husband applied for this transfer. If that’s true, it ans his move had a purpose. Our first priority is to figure out what that purpose is—and what his relationship with Xu Ye really is.”

Before Su Jing could respond, Su Li and Gao Ming bounded in from the backyard, laughing and chasing each other. Gu Zi imdiately fell silent, not wanting the children to overhear.

Su Jing caught the hint and kept quiet too, though her thoughts churned.

Once the kids ran off to play outside again, Su Jing finally spoke up. “You’re right, sister-in-law. I was being impulsive. I’m sorry.”

Gu Zi smiled, pleased. “It’s good that you understand. Now, you stay here and play with Lele. I need to go upstairs and study for a bit.” She kissed Su Le on the forehead before heading upstairs, leaving Su Jing to reflect on their conversation.

An hour later, the doorbell rang. Gu Zi, eager to stretch her legs after sitting for so long, went to answer it herself. Standing at the gate was none other than Gong Xin, the ever-glamorous daughter of the Gong family. She was holding a pastry box—a box that Gu Zi imdiately recognized.

“Well, well,” Gu Zi teased as she let Gong Xin in. “Is the illustrious Miss Gong here just to return my pastry box?”

Gong Xin’s expression was unusually serious as she stepped inside, following Gu Zi into the courtyard. “You’ve still got the energy to joke, huh? With this swine fever outbreak, aren’t you worried at all? You’re the wife of a pig farm owner, after all.”

Gu Zi waved off her concern with a light laugh. “Su Shen’s handling everything at the farm. He told there’s no need for to stress about it. My job is just to keep the household running smoothly. Besides, what good would worrying do? Might as well save my energy.”

Gong Xin gave her an admiring look. “I have to hand it to you. You’re as cool as a cucumber—born to be the wife of a boss. If it were , I’d be worried sick by now.”

Gu Zi’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “Well, speaking of boss’s wives, you’re not exactly out of the running, Miss Gong. Why don’t you marry a businessman—or better yet, the heir to a business empire? That would make you a boss’s wife too. Consider it training for your nerves.”