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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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March 9th, a strange yet familiar name

The other side fell silent for a moment.

The next second.

A group message appeared on the public screen.

[Your friend "Fu Qixiu" has left the group chat.]

Su Ran: "..."

Ye Zhichen: "..."

Everyone else: "..."

Su Ran couldn't help but laugh, she had not expected Fu Qiyuan's brother to be so amusing.

Although she had never met him, she was familiar with him.

Compared to the reclusive, low-key and mysterious Fu Qiyuan, the name Fu Qixiu often dominated the headlines of various entertainment news outlets.

"Are you making fun of me?"

Fu Qiyuan put away his phone, leaned close to Su Ran's ear, and whispered.

Su Ran restrained the smile at the corner of her lips and shook her head in denial.

"No."

Under Su Ran's gaze, the man slowly approached, and she subconsciously held her breath, only to see him laugh softly, his breath growing richer.

The hot air mixed with a faint scent of alcohol brushed across her face, intoxicating the heart and spleen.