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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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0230 The Strongest Support

Evening after work.

To prevent his woman from being abducted by another woman again, Fu Qiyuan had arrived early in his car at the base of Qianran International.

Su Ran had just left the company when she saw that familiar car by the roadside.

"Why did you come?"

After glancing at her, Fu Qiyuan bent over to open the passenger door for her, saying indifferently,

"Picking you up from work!"

Su Ran was momentarily stunned. He was picking her up this early from work?

As she got into the car and closed the door, before she could speak, the familiar scent of the man filled her nostrils.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she looked up, and his handsome face was mere inches away.

She involuntarily tensed up, especially as the man drew closer, his uniquely cold and assertive presence overwhelming her.

It wasn't a guardedness, nor was it wariness, but the most natural reaction from her body, a habit called "inertia."