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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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0300 I've seen being forcefully fed dog food, but never seen someone delivering it to the door themselves

Ye Zhichen's complexion wasn't looking good. She had one hand over her stomach, but she was still trying hard to maintain a calm and composed appearance.

However, her small movements naturally didn't escape Su Ran's eyes.

"Zhichen, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Su Ran's cool voice rose from the back seat, laced with obvious concern.

Ye Zhichen's movements suddenly halted, and her face stiffened for a moment.

She could feel several gazes falling on her simultaneously.

Her expression increasingly failed to hide her discomfort, and she turned her head slowly, her whole body stiff, with an unnatural smile on her face.

Fortunately, it was nighttime, and only the dim light from the street lamps shone inside the car.

As she was now turned toward the backseat, her face was against the light, making it even harder to see her expression.

"It's nothing, I probably just ate too much, and my stomach is a bit stretched."

Upon hearing this,