Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon
Chapter 1180: The Three Siblings’ Origins

Chapter 1180: The Three Siblings’ Origins

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Xu Sheng turned around, lowering his voice as he spoke.

"Not long ago, I overheard a conversation between my grandmother and my father... and I found out a big secret. It’s about the true origins of you three siblings. I don’t know if I should tell you this—but I want to. And I hope that once you know, I can call you ’big brother’ too."

Su Bing said nothing at first. His gaze was calmly sweeping the room—white walls, clean air, a wooden nightstand beside the hospital bed.

On it sat a single photo in a polished wooden frame. A family portrait. Everyone was smiling in the picture, perfectly posed, the kind of photograph you could tell had been taken with care.

He furrowed his brows slightly as Xu Sheng continued.

"But how would your grandmother and father know anything about our background?" Su Bing asked, his voice level but suspicious.

Xu Sheng didn’t answer right away. Instead, he picked up the family portrait and handed it gently to Su Bing.

"Because," he said slowly, "my grandmother is also your grandmother. And my dad is your real dad’s younger brother. Look here... can you recognize the man standing at the back? That’s my eldest uncle—your father."

The moment Su Bing laid eyes on the man in the photo, his expression froze. His entire body stiffened, his gaze darkening like a thundercloud rolling over a calm sea.

"No," he said sharply, almost cutting off Xu Sheng mid-thought. "He’s not my dad. My dad is Su Shen. Don’t say things like this ever again."

With that, Su Bing shoved the photo back into Xu Sheng’s hands, spun on his heel, and strode out of the room without another word.

Xu Sheng stood rooted in place, stunned and blinking.

Why wasn’t Su Bing happy? Shouldn’t he have been at least a little glad to learn the truth about his real father?

Xu Sheng wondered if he had said something wrong. Was he not supposed to reveal the secret?

As Su Bing walked down the corridor in a daze, Su Li suddenly leapt out from around a corner, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Ha! Got you, big bro!" he cried gleefully. "Su Le was the first one caught, and now you’re the second-to-last. Only Xu Sheng is left!"

And with that declaration, he dashed off again in search of the others, completely oblivious to the emotional storm brewing in Su Bing’s chest.

Su Bing didn’t stop him. Su Li had always been an overly cheerful, loud-mouthed goofball. Right now, Su Bing had no energy to deal with that. He walked swiftly downstairs and spotted Gu Zi across the room. His eyes were red.

"Mom..." he said, his voice tight, "I’m not feeling well. Can we go home?"

Gu Zi immediately noticed the change in his expression—he looked terrible. Assuming he might have caught a bug, she quickly asked the housekeeper to round up the other kids.

She found Yu Fang and offered an apologetic smile.

"Madam Yu, I’m so sorry. Su Bing isn’t feeling well, and I think we’ll need to leave a little early."

Yu Fang’s expression turned concerned at once. She stepped forward.

"Oh dear, what happened? Do you want me to call a doctor to come take a look?"

She was just about to reach out and check on Su Bing when the boy instinctively stepped back, shrinking behind Gu Zi like a frightened rabbit.

Yu Fang froze mid-step, caught off guard.

Gu Zi offered an embarrassed smile.

"He’s just... shy around strangers. Please don’t mind him. We’ll take him to the doctor ourselves. Thank you so much for your hospitality."

Yu Fang nodded with a strained smile and arranged a car to take them home. Gu Zi didn’t argue—Su Bing clearly wasn’t well, and she wanted to get him out of there as soon as possible. She ushered the kids into the car, and they all headed home.

The entire ride back, Su Bing sat in silence. He didn’t look out the window, didn’t speak, didn’t even fidget. His expression grew stranger and more distant by the minute.

"Su Bing," Gu Zi finally asked, worried, "do you want to go to the hospital?"

Su Bing’s hands were trembling by now. He was doing everything he could not to fall apart, not to relive those buried memories—the shadow of that man walking away, and the savage beating he had endured from his biological mother afterward, his skin split open like torn paper.

He forced himself to steady his breathing.

"No... I don’t want to go to the hospital," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Mom, I just want to go home. I just want to sleep."

Gu Zi reached over and touched his forehead, then her own. No fever.

Then what was wrong?

But the boy clearly didn’t want to explain, and she wasn’t the type to push. Su Bing was sensitive to an almost excruciating degree. So she simply nodded and coaxed, "All right. Lean back for now and rest a little. We’ll be home soon. And remember, sweetheart... no matter what it is, you can always tell Mommy."

When they got home, Su Bing went straight to his room and curled up in bed.

The night passed quietly. Nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Later that night, Gu Zi tiptoed into the boys’ room just to check. Su Bing was fast asleep, his expression calm at last. Su Li had flung a leg across his brother’s stomach and was snoring like a miniature piglet.

She couldn’t help but smile and gently pinched Su Li’s cheek before pulling their blanket up to cover them both.

After that, life resumed its rhythm. Gu Zi returned to university. Her pregnancy had begun to show just a little—not enough to be obvious, especially with a jacket thrown over it. She didn’t think being pregnant was anything to be ashamed of, of course. But she found the constant stream of nosy questions from others tiresome, so she preferred to keep it discreet.

Meanwhile, over on Su Bing’s end, his little entrepreneurial venture with the school’s snack shop was thriving. He’d recently developed a new product—an effervescent soft drink with a bubbly fizz, with low production costs, and surprisingly addictive taste.

He named it "Bubble Soda," and the moment it hit the shelves at the school shop, it exploded in popularity.

It wasn’t just a drink—it was a statement. Anyone who hadn’t tried Bubble Soda was immediately labeled a hopeless dinosaur.

Within days, the product had sold out. Again. And again.

Su Bing had done it. He’d turned soda into social currency.

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