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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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032 Two meals

"What are you thinking about?"

Fu Qiyuan leaned his head on his hand, looking at her with a calm expression.

Su Ran shook her head without speaking.

It wasn't that she didn't know how to respond, but that she truly wasn't thinking anything.

Fu Qiyuan smiled and said nothing more, and Su Ran was also silent.

The car smoothly made its way to the bottom of Pleasant Courtyard.

"Thank you for today."

Upon hearing this, the man looked at her with a smile.

"There's no need for thanks between us."

Su Ran paused and looked up at the man.

The corners of Fu Qiyuan's lips curled into a meaningful, indistinct arc, and within the depths of his eyes, a dense fog was unlifting.

"Is 'thank you' merely a verbal sentiment for Miss Su?"

Facing the man's eyes, Su Ran felt a rare sense of embarrassment.

"Otherwise... may I invite you to dinner?"

The man slightly curved his lips, the rising arc becoming more reckless.

"Two meals."

"Hmm?" Su Ran looked at him with some confusion.