The Outcast Heiress’s Secret Identities
Chapter 561 - Chapter 561 0551 you

Chapter 561: 0551 you Chapter 561: 0551 you The door opened and a faint aroma wafted to her nose.

Unlike the rich scent of roses in the living room, a variety of fragrances floated out of the bedroom, serene and aloof, not too intense but very pleasant.

The room was unlit, shrouded in darkness, and Su Ran could not see anything, but her heart was filled with a sense of expectancy.

Could it be Fu Qiyuan had prepared some sort of surprise for her?

Her eyelashes fluttered gently as she cast a glance at the man.

In the dark, the man confidently led her into the room, and feeling something beneath her feet, Su Ran’s curiosity was piqued even further.

“Wait for me for a second.”

It seemed they had arrived in the center of the bedroom, Fu Qiyuan whispered to her and then walked to the bedside table, picking up the remote control, and the warm-toned lights in the room came on.

The sudden brightness made Su Ran instinctively close her eyes.

When she opened them again, all the sights of the room came into view.

She covered her mouth with her hand, her face filled with utter disbelief.

Before her were multicolored, varied blooms of fresh flowers.

The entire room was covered with them.

The ceiling and walls of the bedroom were blanketed with white, purple, pale pink, dark red, blue, and rose red baby’s breath.

Even more eye-catching were the clusters of various colored roses on the wall above the bed.

The dark purple Louis XIV with its crystal sheen, the orange Coffee Time mixed with a scent of tea, About-face with its golden interior and bright red outside, Flare with white petals and red edges…

Su Ran now questioned whether all the world’s most expensive roses were heaped in this room.

Before the shock could dissipate, their overly large double bed was covered in deep red roses.

And in the very center of the bed, there was a red heart-shaped arrangement made of roses, with a cluster of the sultry apricot Juliet roses bursting into bloom.

She felt as if she were immersed in a sea of flowers.

She had a suspicion of what was coming, and a powerful sense of happiness enveloped her entire being.

Su Ran thought, there isn’t a girl in the world who doesn’t like flowers.

Especially not when presented in such a romantically beautiful way.

She must be the happiest person in the world.

Her face showed deep emotion as she lifted her eyes once more, and Fu Qiyuan had already slowly approached her, his warm and broad hand holding the girl’s slightly trembling one due to excitement.

Fu Qiyuan’s thin lips were slightly tensed as he led Su Ran to sit on the bed.

Su Ran’s hands were tightly clasped together, palms beginning to sweat, and her eyes, as bright as stars, looked nervously and excitedly at the breathtakingly handsome man before her.

“Fu Qiyuan, you…”

Fu Qiyuan looked down at the girl surrounded by flowers and allowed himself a small smile.

“Do you still remember the gift you just promised me?”

A tremor ran through Su Ran’s heart, and the answer seemed to be on the verge of emerging from her mind.

She continued to look up at him and asked softly,

“What do you want?”

“You.”

The man’s words sent tremors through Su Ran’s fingertips, and she couldn’t help but reach out to cover her “thumping” heart.

Seeing this, Fu Qiyuan slightly curved his lips and then, from the cluster of apricot Juliet roses, he picked up a square velvet box.

Next, he approached the girl, opened the velvet box, and knelt on one knee.

“What I’ve wanted has always been just one thing, you, Xiao Ran, marry me!”

Su Ran’s pupils contracted sharply, and her heart trembled mightily.

She thought she was mentally prepared, but the man’s words still made all her defences collapse.

She bit her red lip, her heart melting into softness.

She had only just come to understand happiness that evening.

And now, happiness was right before her eyes!

What do those past experiences amount to compared to the happiness I have now?

Su Ran’s starry eyes began to redden slightly. She used to despise this weakness in herself, yet now, she couldn’t help feeling the urge to cry.

She sniffled lightly, a touch of tenderness softening her cool brows, as a blush spread over her pale, enchanting face.

“Did you plan all this in advance?”

Su Ran’s clear starry eyes, untainted by any impurity, twinkled like thousands of stars.

Upon hearing this, Fu Qiyuan’s lips curled up slightly, the tenderness in his dark eyes seemingly enough to drown someone in.

“Yes.”

Su Ran paused slightly, as the man’s domineering yet gentle voice rose again.

“I not only covet you, your heart, but also your life. I want to take your name and crown it with my surname, letting everyone know that Su Ran is my wife, Mrs. Fu Qiyuan. Miss Su, marry your Mr. Fu.”

Tears suddenly poured from Su Ran’s eyes, and after a long while, she looked at the man kneeling before her and choked up.

“I will marry, Fu Qiyuan, I will marry you!”

Fu Qiyuan let out a relieved breath, and the joy in his eyes and the upward curve of his lips couldn’t be hidden.

He took a ring out of the velvet box, exquisite and unique, the dazzling Star Diamonds encircling the pink star at the center.

Then, he took Su Ran’s delicate, jade-like left hand and slowly slid the ring onto the girl’s ring finger.

Fu Qiyuan bowed his head and kissed her hand, “Next comes the wedding. Rest easy, looking forward to becoming Mrs. Fu.”

Su Ran smiled and nodded, pulling the man up from the ground and said with a smile:

“Alright.”

Gazing at the ring on her finger, the corners of Su Ran’s lips lifted slightly.

Yet as she looked on, her expression suddenly turned sad, clearly regretting something.

Finally, a tear drop fiercely struck the ring on her ring finger, blooming into a teardrop-shaped mark.

“What’s wrong?”

Fu Qiyuan asked anxiously, his deep voice filled with unignorable distress.

His long fingers tilted her chin gently, carefully wiping the tears from her face.

Su Ran blinked, and tears began to well up in her eyes again.

“If only my mother could see our wedding.”

Her mother was her only family in this world, and she truly wanted her to see the happiness she now possessed.

She wanted her mother to witness her walking into the hall of matrimony.

But so many years had gone by, and her mother had shown no signs of awakening.

Slowly exhausting all of her hopes.

Fu Qiyuan kissed her forehead and said in a soft voice:

“She will see it.”

Su Ran looked up at him, her eyes shimmering tearfully under the light.

“Really?”

Fu Qiyuan nodded, wiping the tear stains from her face, his gentle voice full of certainty.

“I promise, she will see it.”

The man’s deep voice was filled with a comforting magic, especially the firmness in his tone, which provided great solace.

Su Ran breathed a sigh of relief, her heart, once heavy with sorrow and regret, suddenly felt lighter.

She believed Fu Qiyuan.

If she couldn’t trust him, then there was no one in this world worth trusting.

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[PS: Louis XIV, Coffee Time, About-face, Flame, Juliet Rose, the world’s ten most expensive rose varieties…

PPS: Just to caution, the next chapter will begin to write about that matter, not sure if it will be censored, if unfortunately it is censored… I can only change it later.

Of course, it’s better if it’s not censored!]