Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon - Chapter 962

Chapter 962: I Won’t Let Myself Get Sick

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Gu Zi quickly tidied the new sheets on the bed, folding the used ones into a bag.

As she stepped out of the rest area, she found Su Shen already in the office, having returned alone–clearly, he had dismissed everyone else.

“I cleaned up a bit for you. I’ll take these back and wash them in the machine later,” she said, holding the bag in her hands.

Su Shen walked over, gently taking the large bag from her and placing it on the couch. “Thanks,” he said. “But it’s starting to rain outside again. I’ll drive you back when you’re ready.”

Although his schedule was packed–especially lately–it was starting to rain, and the walk from the pig farm to the nearest bus station was a considerable distance. The village wasn’t as convenient as the city. He had his car and couldn’t bear the thought of her walking that far alone in the rain.

Even though he was swamped, he could spare the time–after all, it wouldn’t take much to push some tasks until tomorrow.

Gu Zi didn’t want to refuse his kind offer, so she simply nodded. Her eyes wandered to a set of papers on the couch–another business proposal, she noticed.

The title caught her attention. It was something Su Shen must have brought in after she finished cleaning the office earlier.

Su Shen, noticing her gaze, spoke up. “The people from earlier are business partners. They came to introduce a major new client. But I’m not interested in taking on this client. They’ve been pushing for it for a while now. I only accepted this proposal out of politeness. I have no intention of using it.”

Gu Zi’s curiosity piqued, and she softly asked, “They said the client is a big one. Why don’t we take it? I’m not trying to meddle, just… curious.”

Su Shen was candid with her, not hiding anything. “Yes, the client is big. But do you remember when I told you that our biggest competitor in the pig farming industry is the Advanced Pig Farm?”

Gu Zi nodded.

“Well, this client is one of their long-time partners. And now, with news of the pig plague breaking out over there, their old clients are starting to reach out to us. It’s not exactly a good thing, though. Business is like war, Gu Zi. In business, it may not always be obvious like a battlefield, but there are risks that are not worth taking.”

He leaned back slightly, his tone measured. “Even though this deal could bring us huge profits, I’d rather not take the risk. With the pig plague spreading through the southeast, all I need to do is manage our farm carefully. Once this wave of sickness is over, we’ll be in the best position in the region.”

Gu Zi, ever perceptive, understood immediately. She admired his prudence and foresight.

The other farms were likely eyeing the gap in the market, waiting for an opportunity to pull everyone down into the mess. If he took the client, it might drag them all into a precarious situation.

But by holding back, Su Shen was playing the long game, ensuring that when the storm passed, he would come out on top.

She smiled inwardly, impressed by his strategic mindset. It was no wonder he had built such a successful business.

Gu Zi took out the food she had brought with her. “You’ve made up your mind, then? I was just curious, but now I understand. Let’s eat, shall we? It’s still warm.”

As she spoke, she opened the thermal container, revealing a set of steamed dumplings. Alongside it was a small bowl of homemade peanut sauce. Su Shen immediately recognized the rich, sweet aroma of the peanut sauce, subtle yet comforting, the perfect match for the dumplings.

They sat down on the couch, quietly enjoying the meal. After a few bites, Su Shen suddenly coughed softly, his throat seemingly irritated.

Gu Zi, concerned, quickly handed him a tissue. “You’ve been out in the rain a lot lately, running around. Did you get cold? You have to be careful. You can’t let yourself get sick. When we get back, I’ll get you some medicine. You need to take care of yourself first.”

She stood up, heading toward the drawer where the medicine chest was kept. As soon as she opened it, Su Shen wrapped his arms around her waist and gently turned her around, pulling her into his embrace.

Leaning down, he kissed her forehead, his voice soft and reassuring. “I just caught a slight chill. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I won’t let myself get sick.”

Gu Zi froze for a moment, her eyes meeting his, the air between them thick with unspoken tension.

The room seemed to heat up, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

Her heart beat a little faster as she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say a word, Su Shen had gently pressed her against the cabinet, his lips meeting hers in a kiss.