Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1217

Chapter 1217: Tang Xue Is Selling Counterfeits

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Gu Zi didn’t even bother to sugarcoat it. Her brows furrowed as she said bluntly, "This isn’t even a legitimate product from that brand. This is dangerous—it could really hurt someone."

Chen Xi, who had been studying the hand cream in his palm like he’d discovered some rare artisanal find, blinked in surprise. He had assumed, rather naively, that Gu Zi was simply enamored with the scent or texture. He was even planning to support Tang Xue’s little business venture by buying a few more tubes for Gu Zi. So when she dropped that comment out of nowhere, he practically choked on his thoughts.

"Wait—what? What do you mean?" he asked, alarmed. "Who’s hurting people?"

Gu Zi took the hand cream from him, held it up between them, and said with a calm, clear-eyed certainty, "The people selling counterfeits. This isn’t authentic. I’ve used this brand for years. I can tell the difference instantly. I wasn’t planning to say anything, but now that I know, I have to. Chen Xi, you absolutely cannot help Tang Xue with this."

This wasn’t about any personal vendetta. It wasn’t even about Tang Xue, really. Gu Zi was thinking of the unsuspecting girls out there—trusting, hopeful buyers who might spend their hard-earned money on imported skincare, only to smear this knockoff on their skin and end up worse than before. She couldn’t stand by and pretend she hadn’t seen it.

Chen Xi’s face went pale. The shock in his eyes was unmissable. "Tang Xue’s selling fake products?" His voice rose. "Is she that desperate for money? How could she stoop so low? That’s... that’s just wrong."

He was genuinely rattled. For a time—too long, in retrospect—Chen Xi had carried a torch for Tang Xue. He had seen her through rose-colored lenses: kind, sweet, almost virtuous. The kind of girl one might dream of protecting. Now, all those illusions shattered, he was left with a bad taste in his mouth and a gnawing sense of betrayal. He might have moved on, but still—this?

Gu Zi, watching his reaction, chose her words carefully. She wasn’t here to slam the gavel and deliver judgment, not just yet. "I’m not saying she knows the products are fake," she said. "But the truth is, they are. At the very least, someone should tell her. If she doesn’t know, she deserves to. If she does know... well, then she really needs to stop. Selling fakes only ends up hurting others—and herself."

Chen Xi hesitated. "To be honest... I haven’t really spoken to her. After I saw her with some other guy, I just gave up. I don’t even want to get involved anymore. But she keeps coming to me. Still... this kind of thing? I’d rather not be dragged into it."

He looked tired. Not just physically tired, but tired of the drama that seemed to follow Tang Xue wherever she went. She wasn’t the girl he remembered. These days, she wore heavy makeup, curled and dyed her hair into unrecognizable shapes, and spent her free time with people he wouldn’t even trust to hold a wallet. Back in high school, he’d helped her out countless times. He had nothing left to give.

And frankly, he was sick of people assuming he still liked her—that they were meant to be. That tired gossip had been echoing through the hallways for too long. Tang Xue was an adult now. Whatever choices she made were her own responsibility. The last thing he wanted was for his concern to be mistaken as lingering feelings.

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