Xiaoxiaohe

[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."

The Outcast Heiress's Secret Identities

The light from the yard streamed in, interweaving with that of the bedroom.


Fu Qiyuan let her long hair, which he had been holding up, fall down, spreading over the bed in a cascade of black silk; the girl was so beautiful it was maddening.


Each touch was like a flame carrying fire, capable of completely igniting Su Ran.


She clutched the sheets tightly, her gaze becoming increasingly hazy and bewildered.


Fu Qiyuan seemed to sense her tension, planting kisses of varying pressure on her skin.


Su Ran, biting her lip gently, cheeks flushed, appeared tender and supple.


The man's breathing suddenly hitched, almost causing him to lose control completely.


He took her hand, placing her fingers at his collar, his low voice husky and shadowy.


Her scalp tingled involuntarily, his heart beating rapidly, each throb against her fingertips.


0553 Simply Worrying