Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon-Chapter 1149: Not Deserving

As the sting of the slap registered on Chen Yu’s face, he was jolted from his stupor.

Anger flared in his chest as he grabbed his wife’s wrist and yanked her back into his embrace. "What’s this? Am I not allowed to touch you anymore?" he growled, his voice low with frustration.

Before she could respond, he crushed his lips to hers, his kiss fervent and forceful. His hands slid with practiced ease to her chest, kneading her breast in a possessive grip. Beneath him, he could feel the familiar pressure against her stomach—his arousal unmistakable.

The years had been kind to Sun Yi, her body now fuller, the curves of a woman who had borne children and lived with grace. He still found her irresistible, yet something had changed, something he couldn’t quite grasp. The distance between them had widened, a quiet chasm he was unwilling to confront.

At home, whenever he had tried to initiate intimacy, she had avoided him—either claiming work or a need to attend to the children. He had come to understand that she no longer desired him, and the realization gnawed at him.

He was a man with normal needs, and while he played the part of a dutiful husband in public, he couldn’t help but wonder if she had found someone else. The thought made him seethe with jealousy, a madness brewing beneath his skin.

Sun Yi slapped his cheek once more.

She pushed him away with renewed force, standing tall as she smoothed down her gown, her voice cold as ice. "Chen Yu, don’t forget. It was my family that helped you with that mess last time. What right do you have to demand anything from me? If I don’t want you, you won’t have me."

Her words hung in the air, heavier than the tension in the room. Sun Yi’s eyes, once warm with love, now held only disappointment as she looked at the man before her.

Chen Yu had not changed much over the years—still tall, still handsome—but time had added a certain worldliness to his expression, a sophistication that seemed to mask his genuine feelings. He no longer treated her with the tenderness he once had.

At first, she had thought it was just her being too sensitive, that every marriage, no matter how perfect, would fall into a routine. But watching Gu Zi and Su Shen together, she realized the truth. Even if love faded, mutual understanding should remain. Partners should not hurt each other so thoughtlessly. Unlike her own husband, Su Shen was careful to accommodate Gu Zi’s feelings, even in public.

Chen Yu, on the other hand, blatantly disregarded her discomfort with Chen Ting, even going so far as to introduce her to work opportunities and help her block the wine.

The finality in Sun Yi’s heart was palpable. Before, even when angered, she had never been cruel enough to wound his pride as a husband, but now, that barrier was gone.

Telling him he didn’t deserve to sleep with her was liberating, a weight lifted off her chest. The satisfaction she felt in saying those words was undeniable.

With one last glance at Chen Yu, Sun Yi turned and walked out of the room, leaving him seething behind her. His fist clenched in fury, his face turning pale with a combination of rage and disbelief. "Sun Yi, you think you can do this to me? You think I’m just some man who owes everything to your family?" he yelled after her.

She paused, but didn’t turn around. Her voice was icy as she called back, "Don’t you know the truth yourself? I’ll give you one last piece of advice—if you’re spending so much time with rumors and women on the side, maybe you should work on improving your own skills. What happens when the Sun family no longer supports you? You won’t be worth a damn."

The door slammed shut behind her, and the sound echoed in the still room. Chen Yu’s face was a mask of fury, pale and twisted with rage.

In the banquet hall, Su Shen had resumed his socializing, leaving Gu Zi to enjoy her meal alone.

Sun Yi stormed back in, and when her gaze landed on Gu Zi, her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Gu Zi, it was your words that woke me up last time," she said, her voice light but triumphant. "I just slapped Chen Yu two times. Told him he doesn’t deserve to sleep with me. It felt so good."

She quickly recounted the events of the confrontation.

Gu Zi, wide-eyed with admiration, gave her a thumbs-up. "You really are something, Sun Yi. But aren’t you worried he’ll think you have someone else outside?"

Sun Yi took a sip of her red wine, shaking her head. "I’ve made up my mind now. If this marriage can’t nurture me, then the role of ’husband’ means nothing. I don’t care what he thinks anymore. Watch me, I’m going to find myself a younger, handsome man to dance with."

Gu Zi’s attention drifted to the dance floor, where couples were already gliding across, lost in the rhythm of the music.

Sun Yi, undeterred, walked toward the edge of the floor. Before she could even make a move, a young man approached, extending his hand to her. Without hesitation, Sun Yi took it, the two of them slipping into the dance together.

Watching this, Gu Zi felt a surge of satisfaction. Chen Yu had been foolish enough to let such a woman slip through his fingers, constantly flirting with others while neglecting his wife.

Sun Yi, with her beauty, wealth, and capability, deserved better. She didn’t need to endure a man like him. A woman like her should have always shone alone, while a man like Chen Yu got exactly what he deserved—a lesson in how to lose someone irreplaceable.