The journalists on site were all silent, just staring blankly at Su Ran.
Or more accurately, they were stunned by her powerful presence.
"A journalist’s mouth can be as powerful as three thousand Mauser guns. If you’re still unclear on the mission and responsibilities you carry, then you’d better shut your doors early!"
"..."
"..."
The journalist’s question left all reporters present speechless, as often a word or a report from them could change the course of a person or event.
Society grants them power, so they must also be accountable for their words and actions.
Stand up for brands misappropriating our culture?
Then go explain yourself to the public.
The journalist’s face turned pale, drenched in sweat, realizing their mistake, but it was too late.
Just as everyone was zoning out, there was a sound of synchronized footsteps behind, and before they could see clearly, bodyguards appeared and separated them from Su Ran.
Su Ran looked up and saw a man with a stunningly handso face, a noble air in a suit, like the bright moon and gentle breeze, walking towards her.
Seeing the person, Su Ran’s eyebrows relaxed, her cold expression vanished as if clouds dispersed and rain passed, sunlight pouring down, gathering in her eyes and brows.
Fu Qiyuan took in the girl’s change in expression completely, his heart softened, and his gaze turned extrely tender.
He stood before her, gaze affectionate, voice gentle, "Welco ho, my dear."
The curve on Su Ran’s lips blended with the brightness between her brows. Qin Feng instinctively stepped forward to take the luggage from Su Ran, then stepped aside quietly, acting like a doorman.
"Why did you co?" Su Ran smiled at the man.
"To bring you ho."
Su Ran chuckled softly at his words, leaned her head on Fu Qiyuan’s shoulder, and nestled into his embrace, "Mr. Fu, I’m so tired."
Hearing the fatigue and powerlessness in the girl’s voice, Fu Qiyuan furrowed his brows, tightened his grip around her waist slightly, "We’ll be ho soon."
"Mm." Su Ran nodded slightly against his shoulder, uttering just a faint syllable.
Under the protection of bodyguards, the two left the airport, leaving behind a group of bewildered journalists.
After quite a while, they finally reacted.
"President Su is still President Su. She opens her mouth and it’s headline news. Besides her, who else would dare say such things?"
"I don’t know why, but after being confronted by her like that, I feel all refreshed. Could it be I have masochistic tendencies?"
"No, you just have ’President Su syndro’, and you’re not alone. Everyone’s the sa. Yong City was really boring while President Su was away these past few days."
"That’s right, now that she’s back, I’m full of energy, even looking forward to work."
"Why do I feel like we’re all sohow depending on President Su to support us?"
"You’re not wrong, we quite literally are being supported by President Su..."
A female journalist’s eyes lit up hearing this, "Does this an I’m considered President Su’s kept woman??"
Others: "..."
Do you even hear what you’re saying?
What kind of wild and reckless words are these?
Where’s your morality? Humanity? Your limits?
"Then does this an I’m President Su’s lover?"
"Then am I Little Five? Forget it, if it’s President Su, being Little Five doesn’t matter!"
"..."
"..."
Watching the nonsensical chatter of these n and won, a journalist’s lips twitched stiffly, unable to help saying, "The main wife of President Su isn’t giving up her position easily, you sidepieces are just sidepieces, besides, don’t let President Su’s fiancé hear these things."
"..."
"..."
Originally caught up in endless argunts, everyone fell silent all at once, unanimously turning their heads to look at the speaking journalist, their faces expressionless, yet their eyes seed ready to devour him.
After a long while, another journalist timidly spoke up—
"Was the person who ca to pick up President Su just now her fiancé?"
"Wonder who President Su’s fiancé is, keeping things so secretive."
"Yeah, never appearing at official events, even when showing up there are bodyguards following, not even a chance for a photo."
"So mysterious, either can’t be seen by people, or holds a high position."
Online speculation about Su Ran’s fiancé has never stopped, though more people believe he holds great power, because Su Ran herself is exceptionally capable and strong, so how could her fiancé be diocre.
But to hold such power that not a single photo has leaked.
Speculation is that when Su Ran’s fiancé’s identity is revealed, the whole country will be shocked.
–
On the other side.
On the way ho.
Su Ran nestled in Fu Qiyuan’s arms, eyes slightly closed, looking languid, voice filled with weariness, "Not busy today?"
Su Ran knew exactly how busy Fu Qiyuan was, which is why she ssaged him in advance, and it was just getting to off-work hours now.
"Busy." Fu Qiyuan lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly.
At his words, Su Ran slowly opened her eyes, originally bright eyes now misty and watery, "Then why did you co? Didn’t I tell you not to if busy, I did call a driver."
Fu Qiyuan looked down at her, "To witness the big shot."
Su Ran: "..."
His voice still deep, though now laced with playfulness and amusent, causing her heart to flutter.
"Mysterious and low-key Chairman Su?"
Su Ran raised her gaze to et his, raised an eyebrow, "Any objections?"
"Wouldn’t dare."
"Mm." She responded lightly, closing her eyes again.
Seeing her so assertive, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly, the laughter resonating in his chest, transmitted to her eardrum.
"Genius designer Ran, sole closed-door disciple of piano master Zhou Yousheng, Chairman of the Fashion Association, my dear, do you have any hidden identities I don’t know of?"
Su Ran opened her eyes to look at him again, eyebrow raised, "What if I say yes?"
"Then I’d better get a good position in the front row." Fu Qiyuan replied leisurely, not asking what identity.
Which piqued Su Ran’s interest, as she crawled out from his embrace, "Aren’t you curious about any other identities I might have?"
Fu Qiyuan pulled her back into his arms, expression calm and composed, "No matter the identity, you’re still my dear."
Su Ran chuckled a bit, the laughter quite joyful, "Mr. Fu, I’ve noticed you now say sweet things so easily."
Fu Qiyuan arched an eyebrow, laughing, "Thanks to your good guidance, my dear."
"Then why haven’t I seen you pay tuition?"
The girl raised her head, smiling brightly, her autumn-water-like eyes holding not just starlight, but his reflection as well.
"I’ll pay imdiately." Fu Qiyuan couldn’t resist the urge in his heart anymore, after speaking, kissed the girl’s lips directly.
As for the partitions in front and back, Qin Feng had raised them when they got in the car.
After all, President Fu and Young Madam had been apart so long they surely had much to share, as a mature assistant, how could he be unaware of these things?
Qin Feng gripped the steering wheel beaming, unable to stop himself from ntally whistling.
He really was an understanding assistant.
President Fu having him was truly a blessing!
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