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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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0137 Just smell it and you'll know.

The man's voice was low and intoxicating, and the moment Su Ran heard it, her heart instantly leapt.

She turned around subconsciously, looking towards the entrance, her heart filled with anticipation, yet she feared she had misheard.

The entire banquet hall was silent.

Soon, the sound of footsteps clashing with the ceramic tiles came through, clear and forceful, then grew closer and closer.

When that tall and straight silhouette entered her view, everyone involuntarily gasped.

The man wore a high-end, luxurious handmade suit, with a straight nose, sensual thin lips, and features like dense fog, his exquisitely carved face as perfect as if he had stepped out of a painting.

A noble aura radiated from him, with a captivating oppressive force that silenced the entire hall.

The man's cold and distant face was flawlessly impeccable, with light-colored pupils that were deep and abyss-like, yet blazingly bright, scorching the heart.