The Outcast Heiress's Secret Identities-Chapter 80 - : 080 Your casual remark, yet I am deeply moved.
Chapter 80: 080 Your casual remark, yet I am deeply moved.
However, this only solidified his determination to have her.
His sensual thin lips curved slightly upward, while his dark, mysterious eyes were endlessly captivating.
What was he in such a hurry for?
After all, she would be his sooner or later.
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Early the next morning, Su Ran was in her pajamas, freshening up, when the doorbell rang.
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Her movements paused briefly— who could it be this early?
She quickly finished up, dried her hands, and went to open the door.
As the door swung open, she saw Fu Qiyuan standing at the entrance.
He was dressed in a handmade, high-end suit, his handsome and peerless face void of any expression, but his brows hinted at an unapproachable coldness.
However, upon seeing her figure, a smile spread across his godlike visage.
“Good morning,”
he said with a smile, yet Su Ran took a moment to come back to her senses, fixated on the bouquet of fiery red roses he held.
“You…”
The corners of his lips curled slightly, his demeanor composed and proud, his features so finely crafted they seemed sculpted. The ascetic aura around him combined with the upward curve of his mouth, and the red roses in his arms, heightened his enigmatic allure.
Confronted with such a visual feast so early in the morning, even Su Ran was a little slow to react.
In her slight daze, a burst of red suddenly filled her view. Su Ran looked up into his deep eyes.
“For me?”
There was a touch of hope, tinged with the fear of disappointment.
Fu Qiyuan’s gaze remained fixed on her, dark and intense, staring straight at her.
“Mhm.”
Her heart instantly felt at ease.
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Su Ran took the flowers, lowered her head to smell them, and a subtle smile tinted her beautiful, aloof face. Seeing this, the man’s lips curved further into a smile.
“What made you think of giving me flowers?”
Receiving flowers so early in the day was indeed a peculiar feeling.
Fu Qiyuan naturally took her hand and walked into the room.
“The experience you want—I naturally wouldn’t want to disappoint you,”
he said. At his words, Su Ran paused slightly.
Their conversation from the previous night suddenly flooded her mind.
Gifts, flowers, kisses, rings…
Now that she had the flowers, was it possible that the next step in his plan was to present a ring?
Su Ran felt somewhat uneasy; she realized she had dug herself into a hole with no way out.
“Actually… you don’t have to take it so seriously. I was just speaking off the cuff,”
she murmured. Fu Qiyuan’s dark eyes rested on her, his low and magnetic voice made her ears tingle.
“My heart has already let you in, not to mention your words.”
His gentleness was ambiguous, his sensuality lethal.
Su Ran’s heart trembled fiercely.
His casual tone pressed insistently against her heart.
“Your offhand remark is something I take with deep sincerity and affection.”
A series of delicate palpitations fluttered in her heart.
It was itchy, it was melting.
The feeling was hard to describe; Su Ran felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped in a large hand, suffocating yet surging with emotion.
Not daring to look at him or meet his gaze, she feared failing to live up to such deep affection.
“Have you had breakfast yet?” she asked, deftly changing the subject.
Fu Qiyuan looked at her with a half-smile, his voice like aged wine.
“No.”
She looked up and accidentally met his penetrating gaze, which singed her for a moment. She set down the flowers and quickly turned away.
“I’ll go make breakfast.”
With those words,
she disappeared into the living room.
Seeing this,
Fu Qiyuan smiled indulgently. Then, he shed his suit jacket and loosened his shirt collar, revealing a large expanse of his fair, exquisite skin, in a careless yet tempting display.
