The Outcast Heiress’s Secret Identities
Chapter 591 - Chapter 591 No need to go through such trouble

Chapter 591: No need to go through such trouble. Chapter 591: No need to go through such trouble. Su Ran nodded gently in his arms, “Mm, did I scare you?”

Fu Qiyuan’s arms suddenly tightened, his exquisite jaw resting on the top of her head, his deep voice still carried the panic that had not yet subsided.

“Yes, you really scared me!”

A trace of apology flickered in Su Ran’s starry eyes as she looked up from the man’s embrace and into his cold and clear eyes.

“Sorry, I worried you!”

Because of a nightmare, Su Ran’s thoughts were somewhat blurry, and her vision was hazy. She blinked, and the once illusory sight before her gradually came into focus.

The man’s profound gaze, his high nose bridge, his thin lips, and deep in those bottomless eyes, the unmistakable worry became increasingly apparent.

A streak of tenderness crossed her heart, deepening the apology on her face.

“Idiot, did you have a nightmare just now?”

Fu Qiyuan watched her and asked gently.

A brief flash of sorrow quickly passed through Su Ran’s eyes, fleeting.

But it was easily captured by Fu Qiyuan, causing his heart to ache.

“Mm, I dreamt about the day my mother had an accident!”

Su Ran was also puzzled; it had been so long since she’d had such dreams!

In the time just after her mother’s accident, she saw a psychologist for quite some time.

With the psychologist’s guidance, along with her own efforts, she eventually moved on.

Afterward, although her sleep quality was somewhat poor, she indeed rarely dreamt about the day of her mother’s accident again.

Meeting Fu Qiyuan, and later sharing a bed with him, even resolved her sleep quality issues.

There were no more nightmares to trouble her.

However, today, after a trip to the hospital, she didn’t know why she started having those dreams again!

Fu Qiyuan had his suspicions internally; from the moment he met her, he had never seen Su Ran in such a state.

If indeed there were any, it must be about her mother.

Thinking of the girl’s pained expression just now, her face showing sorrow, regret, helplessness, and collapse, a thick feeling of pity condensed between his brows.

“Although I don’t know how to comfort you, trust me, your mother will be okay.”

His fingers, well-defined, gently stroked her cheek, and leaning down, he kissed her forehead, saying softly,

“Don’t worry, it will be alright.”

Su Ran lifted her eyes to look at him and after a long while, nodded gently.

She should trust Fu Qiyuan, and she should trust herself.

After waiting all these years, her mother certainly wouldn’t want to disappoint her.

With this thought, her heart suddenly felt much lighter. She took a deep breath and found the constriction in her chest wasn’t as severe as when she first came back.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, about to speak, when her throat felt dry and she couldn’t help but cough lightly.

Fu Qiyuan, hearing this, reached out to pull up a pillow and, holding her gently, placed her against the headboard.

“Sit nicely, I’ll get you some water.”

Leaning against the headboard, Su Ran watched the man’s retreating figure, her heart going soft as mush.

The longer she spent time with him, the more she believed that Fu Qiyuan had reasons that could devastate her beyond recovery.

He was thoughtful in everything, so thoughtful that sometimes she felt utterly useless!

Soon, the man returned with a cup of water. Seeing this, Su Ran sat up straight.

He tested the water temperature first before handing it to her.

Su Ran’s lips touched the edge of the cup, tilting her head back, the warm water trickled down her throat with each swallow.

Under the light, her fair neck glowed with a lustrous sheen, and Fu Qiyuan stared at her, his penetrating gaze growing increasingly deep.

Within his body, the blood also began to boil, bit by bit.

Su Ran’s collarbone moved slightly as she swallowed more water.

A droplet of water slipped from the corner of her lips, and Fu Qiyuan took the cup from her hand.

As she was about to reach out to wipe the droplet away, another hand suddenly encircled her waist, pulling her forward.

Su Ran instantly froze, and then, under her shocked gaze, the man slowly leaned in toward her.

His thin lips touched the corner of hers, drowning that droplet of water completely in this kiss.

“You…”

Su Ran’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at him. Her delicate face was slightly flushed, but it did not hide the shock on her face.

Fu Qiyuan smiled with a lift of his lips, his thumb gliding over her reddened lips, his voice as deep and mellow as if it had been moisturized.

“Want more?”

Su Ran shook her head and shrank back.

Fu Qiyuan saw her little movement and couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

“We’ve been more outrageous than this, and now you’re shy?”

Su Ran: “…”

Knowing it’s excessive, yet you still say it.

The corners of Fu Qiyuan’s lips lifted slightly as he leaned down again and fixed his gaze on her lips, saying:

“I think I’m thirsty too!”

Su Ran turned her head, avoiding his gaze, and took the cup on the bedside table, handing it to him.

“Here you go.”

The man glanced down at the cup and then set his eyes on her face, raising an eyebrow.

“What do I need a cup for?”

“Aren’t you thirsty? The cup is for you to get some water.”

Fu Qiyuan chuckled softly, taking the cup from her hand and placing it on the bedside table, his deep, dark eyes looking intently into hers.

“No need to go through so much trouble!”

“Hmm?”

Su Ran was somewhat puzzled, how can one get water without a cup?

As she was about to speak, the man leaned down, capturing her soft lips with his, and all her confusion was sealed right back.

“Mmm–”

The sound that was about to escape was intercepted halfway, turning into a muffled murmur.

Fu Qiyuan’s lips kissed hers as his hand reached under the blankets.

Her usual smart work attire had been exchanged for a lightweight nightgown.

He lifted the nightgown and slipped inside.

When his fingers touched her warm, delicate skin, the contrast in his eyes seemed to tighten slightly.

Su Ran’s body shivered, her lips quivering slightly, and the man’s kiss grew more forceful.

His kiss was like a blazing furnace, causing her heart to quake uncontrollably.

The quiet bedroom was serene and cozy.

Su Ran’s hands clutched the front of his shirt tightly, her head tilted back in forced compliance with the man’s dominant, assertive kiss.

Not until the air in their lungs was almost exhausted did Fu Qiyuan release her, propping himself against her lips as he whispered softly:

“This should suffice, no need for complications.”

Su Ran looked at him breathlessly, annoyed by his words.

“You… are being absurdly illogical!”

Fu Qiyuan chuckled lowly, pulling her into his embrace.

“You are my rationale, and a little usurpation is harmless.”

Su Ran glared at him, huffing softly as she wriggled out of his embrace and lay down on the bed with her back to him, covering her head with the blanket.

“I’m going to sleep, don’t disturb me!”

Her muffled voice came from under the blanket, and watching her childlike behavior, a smile played upon his lips.

Compared to her over-rational cold indifference when they first met and her lively, sometimes childish temperament now,

he felt increasingly joyful and tender.

When she was alone, rationality signified a sense of self-protection.

Because she had endured so much, she had to remain alert at all times.