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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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0273 Against

As soon as Su Ran's words fell, all the guests were first taken aback. After catching on, they immediately burst into laughter.

The smug look on Su Xinyan's face froze.

Clearly, Su Ran's message was: Since I'm not a commodity, I won't stand here and lose face with you!

Su Ran looked at Su Xinyan's alternating pallor and sallowness, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"However, the piano skills of a Grade 8 Pianist truly aren't trivial, indeed worthy of everyone's bidding. How about I start, a hundred thousand?"

"Hahaha..."

The audience immediately roared with laughter.

Standing on the stage, Su Xinyan clenched her fists tightly, a sense of humiliation she had never felt before sweeping over her.

She was like a jumping clown, standing there for everyone's amusement, subjected to their ridicule.

Her eyes suddenly reddened.

"Sister, why... why do you have to humiliate me like this?"

Su Ran looked at her somewhat baffled, her tone indifferent.