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The Outcast Heiress's Secret Identities

[Powerfulcouple] The entire Yong City knew that Eldest Miss Su of the Su Family had a malicious nature and a scandalous reputation, acting outlandishly day after day, much to her family's disgust. Worthless dad: "I certainly do not have such a daughter; my only daughter is Xinyan." Old Madam: "Shameless thing, you've completely thrown the Su Family's face away." White lotus younger sister: "I'm sorry, Sister, we were never people from the same world." Scumbags: "Trash that can't show their face in public, lowly people don't deserve to enter our circle." However... Before Eldest Miss Su had expressed her opinion, various bosses couldn't hold back any longer. A certain Film Emperor: "Picking on my boss—tired of living, are we?" A certain Association: "Mr. President, please instruct, bankruptcy or banishment?" A certain Group: "What's the Su Family? Not even worthy to carry the BOSS's shoes." Bigwigs from various fields: "Hello, sister-in-law!" Su Ran: "?" While the outside world was marveling at the continuously revealed identities of Eldest Miss Su, the man who was legendary for his mystery and restrained self-discipline swept her into his embrace. "Little ancestor, is there any identity of yours that I don't know about?" the man's voice was seductive, lazy, and casual. Sister Ran curled her red lips slightly, smiling brightly: "Your wife."

Xiaoxiaohe · Urban
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509 Chs

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Ever since he met her, his self-control gradually crumbled.

The man's voice was too deep, deep and somewhat husky sexy, although his face remained unruffled, his tone was exceptionally serious and gentle.

Meeting his eyes like a thin mist, Su Ran found herself momentarily lost.

Fu Qiyuan slightly curved his lips, a gleaming smile emerging at the corner of his mouth. He reached out to touch her head, his husky and overly gentle voice carrying a hint of indulgence and enticement.

"Have you prepared your dress for the Qin family's banquet?"

Looking at him dumbly, Su Ran nodded subconsciously.

Fu Qiyuan's deep gaze slowly moved down from her delicately cold and stunning face.

The sexy off-the-shoulder design, her neck graceful and slender like a swan's, her delicate and pretty collarbone, her skin creamy and crystal clear.