Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon - Chapter 957

Chapter 957: She’s Not Just A Pretty Face

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The reporter was startled by the sudden softness in Su Shen’s expression–it was so unlike him that it sent a chill down her spine.

But more than fear, her curiosity was piqued. Who exactly was this enigmatic wife of his? She seized the moment, her voice carefully measured. “I see… It seems Mrs. Su must be a truly remarkable woman. Su Shen, do you think we could arrange an interview with her?”

Su Shen’s brow furrowed ever so slightly, and he corrected her with deliberate precision. “My wife isn’t exactly a ‘Mrs.’ in the way you might imagine. She’s young, exceptionally beautiful, and far more learned than most people I’ve met. She works at a newspaper, and right now, she’s busy preparing for her college entrance exams. I’d rather she not be disturbed.”

The finality in his tone left no room for argument, yet the glint of pride in his eyes spoke volumes.

The reporter was captivated.

A wife who was both youthful and intellectually formidable, who could advise on state-of-the-art livestock management while still preparing for exams?

And the way Su Shen spoke about her–it was clear this man, with his usual stoicism, was deeply in love.

She wanted to press further, but the return of Su Shen’s steely demeanor silenced her curiosity. Reluctantly, she pivoted to a safer topic.

“Mr. Su,” she ventured, “your pork prices have barely risen–just a single yuan per kilo, whether it’s wholesale or sold directly to farmers. In contrast, prices across the southeastern region have skyrocketed tenfold or more. Your pork is of the highest quality. Don’t you feel like you’re at a disadvantage?”

Su Shen’s expression remained impassive. “No,” he replied simply. “I don’t think I’m losing out.” And that was that.

The reporter tried again, determined to get more than a monosyllabic answer. “Nearly every pig farm in the southeast has been hit by swine fever. Your Daqing Pig Farm is the last uncontaminated stronghold. Aren’t you worried about the disease spreading to your farm? And given your farm’s prominence, aren’t you concerned about potential sabotage from envious competitors?”

For a moment, Su Shen’s stony facade softened again–but only because the question touched on his wife. “As my wife instructed, meticulous daily management is key. We’ve adhered strictly to her methods, which are both advanced and thorough. As for sabotage, they wouldn’t even get the chance.”

His voice was calm but laced with an undercurrent of ironclad confidence.

The reporter, now thoroughly intrigued, noticed a pattern: Su Shen only offered elaborate answers when the subject was his wife. Otherwise, his words were curt, dismissive even.

It dawned on her that this interview, meant to be about agriculture, had inadvertently become a showcase of Su Shen’s devotion.

She couldn’t help but feel she had just been force-fed a hearty serving of “relationship goals” in the form of Su Shen’s unwavering adoration for his wife.

Now more than ever, she wanted to meet this extraordinary Mrs. Su.

As they wrapped up the interview, the reporter’s curiosity refused to wane.

“Who is she?” she mused aloud as they packed up.

Her assistant, who had been quietly observing her fascination, finally spoke up. “Don’t you remember? A few months ago, we had dinner with Guan Xin from the Guangcheng newspaper, and she brought along a colleague named Gu Zi. You dismissed her as just a pretty face.”

The reporter frowned. “Gu Zi? Oh, please. She’s just a pretty face. She’s not even a professionally trained editor–clearly hired for her looks. What else could she be?”

The assistant chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, Li Jie, you’re too quick to judge. I did some digging. Gu Zi wasn’t hired just for her beauty. She’s brilliant. A former Guangwai High School student, she’s been featured in the news multiple times. Remember that article in Guangcheng Daily about Hua Jie’s Braised Pork restaurant? The one with the family photos? Gu Zi is a major shareholder there.”

He paused for effect before adding, “Not to mention her kids–they’ve been in the papers too, excelling in their respective fields. She’s a woman who doesn’t need a diploma to secure a top spot at a leading newspaper, all while running a lucrative business and raising exceptional children. Does that sound like ‘just a pretty face’ to you?”

The reporter’s skepticism faltered. “Wait… Are you saying Gu Zi and Mrs. Su are… the same person?”

The assistant grinned. “Bingo.”

Li Jie froze, replaying the assistant’s words in her mind. When realization struck, she gasped. “You’re telling me that Gu Zi is Mrs. Su? I misjudged her. She’s not just a pretty face–she’s a force to be reckoned with!”

Meanwhile, back at home, Gu Zi was restless.

Su Shen had been away for a week, longer than usual. He’d called to explain, and while she understood, the constant thunderstorms and ongoing swine fever outbreak left her worried.

She couldn’t help but recall the injuries Su Shen had sustained during his previous ordeal rescuing Gong Zhan. The wounds had barely healed, and now he was working himself to exhaustion again. Her heart ached for him.