Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1192

Chapter 1192: Ready to Gamble Everything

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Of course Lin Miao knew about Lin Cheng’s car accident—how could she not? She had lived through it once already. In this second chance at life, she had anticipated it long before it happened.

Her decision to bring money and offer help wasn’t just out of kindness. It was a carefully calculated move, a strategic olive branch extended to the Lin family. She wanted to thaw the frost between them, to stop being treated like some kind of outsider.

The Lins were in desperate need of money, and with Gu Zi away in the capital, this was the perfect opportunity for her to curry favor and inch her way back into their good graces.

You see, Lin Miao knew how things would unfold for the Lins in the long run. She knew that despite Lin Cheng becoming disabled, he would later be favored by a powerful business magnate, and under that man’s wing, his career would flourish. The Lin family, once struggling, would rise to affluence.

So even if her thousand yuan couldn’t save Lin Cheng’s leg, it would still count as a contribution. And once they accepted her money, they’d have no choice but to remember her kindness.

But to her shock, Li Hua refused the money. Flatly. And just like that, Jinlong swooped in at the perfect moment with funds in hand, completely stealing the spotlight—and her chance.

Lin Miao seethed. How dare Li Hua reject her? Just because she was now managing two food stalls, did she think she could erase the past? Had she forgotten how obedient and accommodating she used to be, practically groveling at Lin Miao’s feet?

And then there were her adoptive parents—who had the audacity to take Li Hua’s side. That was when Lin Miao truly snapped. Clearly, she had been too naive in thinking the Lins might welcome her back. She had come bearing money, only to be turned away like an unwanted guest. Fine then. If they didn’t want peace, she’d make sure none of them had it. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

And now, An Yun and the others even had the nerve to suspect her involvement in the car accident? Hmph. Ungrateful wretches.

Captain He said coolly, "It’s not that they suspect you directly. We drew the inference based on their statements. I have one final question: You claim you’ve lost money on your investment, and the Gu family likely won’t give you more money. So where exactly did that one thousand yuan come from?"

It was a pointed question, and not without merit—Lin Miao did have a prior record for theft, and the case had been handled by Captain He himself. He had every right to press her.

Lin Miao’s face darkened. Was this man incapable of trusting her even a little? She had been given a second life, and yet somehow, things seemed worse than the first time around.

In her previous life, she had married Su Shen. They were financially secure, never short on food, and her three children barely required her attention. Outsiders even envied her.

But the longer the marriage dragged on, the more unbearable it became. Su Shen never touched her—not once. She lived like a ghost in her own home, a wife in name only. And she was trapped, utterly trapped in that suffocating village. Day after day, the same routine, the same dreary faces.