Is Su Qianrou King?

There was a cold look in her eyes, as clear and chilly as the spring water in the mountains, as she looked at him. Fu Nancheng stepped aside. Su Ci left.

Song Zilin came over. "Second Brother, that little clown girl from the countryside is really arrogant. What's she so proud of?"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Nancheng gave him a look. "You want to scold her again?"

Seeing the warning and intimidation in his second brother's eyes, Song Zilin was very unconvinced. This little clown girl had already broken up with his second brother, but his second brother was still protecting her. He wasn't even allowed to say a word about her. Was she made of gold?

"Mr. Fu, Zilin, why are you here too?" At this moment, Mrs. Song walked over.

Mrs. Song had a mask on her face. For some unknown reason, there was a patch of red spots on her face. Sometimes when it itched, she would scratch it with her hands until it bled. The Song family had already invited the world's top doctors to treat her face, but it still didn't get better. After years of trying, Mrs. Song finally managed to invite this King. Now King was all their hope.

"Mom, we came here to see King."

Mrs. Song was excited. The noble ladies and socialites in Ye City were all die-hard fans of King. Today, she could finally meet the real person. "Has King arrived?"

At this moment, a waiter came over. "Hello. Are you Mrs. Song?"

"Yes, I am."

"Someone asked me to give you this bottle of ointment."

Mrs. Song reached out and took the ointment. There was a note attached under the ointment. The typed words read: After cleansing your face, apply it to your face in the morning, at noon, and in the evening. The problem will be cured in a week.

It was from King! King was here!

"Mom, we've invited so many famous doctors, but it didn't work. This King just sent a bottle of ointment and said it would be cured in a week. Is this for real?" Song Zilin was a bit skeptical.

"Of course it's real. If King says it will be cured in a week, it will be cured in a week. She's a god!" Mrs. Song excitedly grabbed the waiter. "Where is King? Where is she?"

"The person handed the ointment to me at the entrance." The waiter pointed in a direction.

Mrs. Song took off running, and Fu Nancheng and Song Zilin followed.

...

After handing over the ointment at the entrance, Su Ci planned to leave. But at this moment, an acquaintance walked towards her. Su Ci stopped in her tracks. It was Su Qianrou.

Su Qianrou was back! Today, Su Qianrou was wearing a tweed-style dress. As the number one socialite in Ye City, she had elegant and proper manners and was beautiful and charming.

Two years ago, her grandmother came to Ye City and was talking to Su Qianrou in the Su family. Su Qianrou directly pushed her grandmother down the stairs. Su Qianrou refused to admit it and said that her grandmother was old and rolled down by herself. Later, her grandmother had been in a coma and was also controlled by the Su family.

Looking at Su Qianrou, Su Ci curled her red lips. She was finally back. She had been waiting for her for a long time.

At this time, Mrs. Song and the others chased out. Su Ci immediately turned around and left.

When Mrs. Song came out, she saw Su Qianrou. Su Qianrou had a great reputation in Ye City. As a talented perfumer who had studied abroad and returned, everyone knew her.

Mrs. Song said in surprise, "Miss Su, are you King?"

King? Of course, Su Qianrou knew about the top perfumer King. That was her goal and idol. She was determined to become the second King. It seemed that Mrs. Song had misunderstood. She wasn't King.

Mrs. Song was from the top wealthy family in Ye City. Su Qianrou looked behind her and saw Song Zilin, and also... Fu Nancheng.

It was actually the person in charge of the Fu family! Su Qianrou had also been keeping an eye on what happened in the wealthy circles of Ye City while she was abroad. She had already seen Fu Nancheng on the TV reports. Unexpectedly, he was even more noble and cold and incredibly handsome in person than on TV.

Su Qianrou smiled sweetly. "Hello, Mrs. Song. I can't answer you this question."

She gave a very clever answer.