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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."

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0216 The unattainable White Moonlight

Mo Shangjie looked at him, his tone somewhat meaningful.

"Brother, I'm really thinking of you here. No matter what, she's the woman you chased across the world to bring back. The entertainment industry is not a kind place. Why not marry her and keep her at home? That way, you'd have peace of mind, wouldn't you?"

Wen Jichen lurked in a dark corner, where Mo Shangjie couldn't see his expression.

But the temperature in the private room inexplicably dropped a lot, a bone-chilling coldness spread from the darkness, and the air almost solidified into frost.

Just then.

"Jichen."

A flowing and melodious voice rang out at the door.

Mo Shangjie looked up.

The door of the private room had been opened, and a fashionably dressed, graceful woman stood at the entrance.

Clad in the latest haute couture from Chanel, slender and beautiful, Yin Xiner, as the Big Sister of Starry Media, attracted attention with every move she made.