The Outcast Heiress’s Secret Identities
Chapter 533 - Chapter 533 0523 where is the person

Chapter 533: 0523 where is the person? Chapter 533: 0523 where is the person? Su Xinyan had her own considerations in her heart, but on the surface, she was still obedient and sensible as she said:

“I understand, Grandma, Mom…”

Wen Peipei nodded her head, “Alright, go upstairs to tidy up first, and then come down for breakfast. After the international competition, it will be your and Gu Heng’s wedding, so it will be very busy afterward.”

Su Xinyan looked at herself, immediately frowned with disgust, greeted Wen Peipei and Tan Lirong, and then turned to go upstairs.

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With less than a week to go until the World Designer Competition, Su Ran had not gone to the company for the past two days and had holed up in the study at Platinum Lanting to work on her design drawings.

In the past couple of days, Qin Feng had also keenly sensed that the boss seemed to have an urge to rush back home.

There was even a sense of being in the enemy camp while his heart was at home!

He had just arrived at the office, yet his eyes were constantly on the clock.

One must know that for the grand Fu Consortium, each and every second is the passage of money.

And the boss, who was always bitterly hardworking and never looked at the time, had been staring at the clock ever since he entered his office.

Those unfathomable eyes that seemed cold and indifferent on the surface appeared unchanging, but Qin Feng could clearly see a hint of coldness in them.

It was as if he wished he could personally speed up time.

Qin Feng couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth, silently lowering his head, saying nothing.

The office was as quiet as a graveyard, so silent one could hear breathing.

After what seemed like an eternity.

“Qin Feng.”

Qin Feng’s eyelid twitched, but he quickly stepped forward.

“President Fu.”

Fu Qiyuan looked at him and spoke indifferently.

“Today’s schedule.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng’s expression immediately turned serious and businesslike, his face all about official matters.

He opened the schedule, ready to report, but suddenly, meeting Fu Qiyuan’s dark, profound eyes, those deep, dark gazes made him unable to utter a sound.

It seemed indifferent, yet it was a warning that came from deep within the soul.

Qin Feng looked down, secretly curling his lips.

If you don’t feel like working, you don’t feel like working–no need to intimidate a mere Special Assistant, right?

He closed the schedule, looked up again, and his face had returned to being utterly serious.

“President Fu, there are no scheduled events today, and there are no documents that require your signature at the company.”

“Mhm,” Fu Qiyuan responded indifferently.

As the saying goes, serving the emperor is like being near a tiger. As the number one Special Assistant, Qin Feng had a clear insight into Fu Qiyuan’s thoughts.

He thought for a moment and then spoke again:

“President Fu, there’s nothing major at the company, and you have also been working hard these past few days. Why don’t you take an early leave today?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fu Qiyuan’s cool voice rang out.

“Hmm, not a bad suggestion!”

Qin Feng immediately let out a sigh of relief; it was not easy for him at all!

Fu Qiyuan stood up from his chair, “You can also take off work now.”

Was there such a good thing?

Qin Feng: “…Yes.”

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Platinum Lanting.

At this time, the servants were also showing faces of worry.

After having breakfast with Fu Qiyuan in the morning, Su Ran had gone into the study and had not come out since then.

Now that the whole morning had passed and lunch was ready, yet no one dared to knock on the door.

Because Su Ran had warned them beforehand not to disturb her while she was working on her design drawings unless it was something important. Attention is one of those things that once divided, is hard to concentrate again.

The servants knew that Su Ran was working on her designs for the international competition and naturally did not dare to bother her.

But if the young master were to find out that they had let the future young mistress go hungry, they wouldn’t be able to escape unscathed either.

This, of course, caused them great concern!

As a result, everyone’s gaze turned to Aunt Sun.

“Aunt Sun…”

Who knew that as soon as the maid spoke, Aunt Sun turned and walked away.

“I still have a soup simmering in the kitchen; I must hurry and check on it,”

“…”

“…”

After a while.

“Mengmeng, why don’t you go?”

“Yeah, Mengmeng, Miss Xiao Ran is so nice and gentle, and beautiful, she definitely won’t blame you.”

Mengmeng: “Why don’t you go?”

Everyone: “Because you are Mengmeng, with your cuteness, Miss Xiao Ran definitely won’t have the heart to get angry with you.”

Mengmeng: “…”

Just at that moment, the sound of the villa’s door opening could be heard, and everyone turned their heads in unison only to see a handsome man in a black designer suit with a tall and imposing figure entering.

Usually, when people saw Fu Qiyuan, it was like seeing a ferocious flood beast.

Now seeing him, it felt like he was cloaked in a layer of golden light.

“Young Master.”

Fu Qiyuan responded indifferently and, without taking off his suit jacket, walked straight into the dining room.

There was no one in the dining room, and the darkness in his pupils stirred slightly, his eyes and brows sinking a bit.

“Where is everyone?”

The servant followed behind and said softly,

“Miss Xiao Ran is still in the study.”

Fu Qiyuan turned around, looked at the servant, and spoke in a deep voice,

“Since this morning?”

The servant nodded, a face full of fear and unease.

“Yes, since the Young Master left, Miss Xiao Ran hasn’t come out of the study, and she told us not to disturb her.”

Fu Qiyuan understood.

He also understood why these people were so excited to see him.

He lifted his wrist to check the time, the solemnity in his brow growing heavier.

“Get the lunch ready.”

“Yes.”

Then he turned and went upstairs.

Arriving at the door of the study, he knocked lightly and then pushed the door open.

Su Ran was still wearing the casual home clothes she had on when he left in the morning. Compared to her work attire, she had shed her usual assertiveness and coldness, appearing more casual and peaceful.

There was a sense of homey stability about her.

At that moment, she was sitting in a chair, her long hair pinned up high, with a few strands falling by her cheeks, and a colored pencil in her hand as she was bent over drawing something.

Engrossed in her painting, Su Ran hadn’t looked up.

But two seconds later, a familiar cool fragrance faintly filled the air, and something felt off in the surroundings. That powerful presence, especially, couldn’t be ignored.

Her movements gradually halted, and she looked up towards the door.

Upon seeing the familiar tall figure standing there, her face showed surprise.

“How come you’re back so early?”

Fu Qiyuan stepped toward her.

“Not busy.”

[Qin Feng: President Fu, do you dare to say that again with your hand on your heart?]

Su Ran nodded, put down her colored pencil, stretched lazily in the chair and then looked up at the clock on the wall.

Is it that late already?

She smiled at the man, “Perfect timing, have you had lunch yet?”

Fu Qiyuan came to her side, his face stern as he looked at her.

“Do you even remember to have lunch?”

Su Ran tilted her head slightly, “I forgot once I got busy.”

“So if I don’t come back, do you just forget to eat altogether?”

Su Ran smiled, her tone somewhat ingratiating.

“I’m used to simple home cooking, missing one meal won’t matter.”

“Su Xiao Ran.” His voice grew heavier, clearly angry.

The man was angry, but instead of being afraid, Su Ran felt a soft warmth in her heart.