The Outcast Heiress's Secret Identities

Chapter 924: 0901 speaks really harshly_2

Even if there’s intent, there’s no power.

Now Qianran International has chosen LG, and to say there’s no personal element, even Ling Qingan doesn’t believe it.

She might seem heartless, but she’s not entirely without feelings.

"Aren’t you afraid LG will steal Queen’s spotlight?"

Su Ran heard this, let out a light laugh, released her hand, leaned against the window, and spoke frankly.

"LG doesn’t have that capability yet."

Ling Qingan had a black line across her face, "Your words are really sharp."

Su Ran raised an eyebrow, then looked straight at her.

"So, do you want to go to Paris Fashion Week with me this time?"

Ling Qingan said nothing, and Su Ran continued:

"Don’t you want to see LG take the international stage with your own eyes?"

Ling Qingan’s eyes flickered, without any hesitation.

"Alright."

"Mm."

Su Ran responded softly. noveldrama

After discussing business, the two planned to return to the private room. As they walked through the lobby, someone suddenly stood up from the table closest to the private room.

"Su... Su Ran?"

Su Ran stopped at the sound and turned her head to look.

The people at the table were all staring at her directly, with looks of surprise and excitement.

Su Ran looked at them, searching her mind for their information.

A few of them were fairly familiar; they were all alumni from the same school, some were even classmates. As for the others, they should also be school alumni.

But whether they were alumni or so-called classmates, she wasn’t really familiar with them...

After all, back then, her reputation wasn’t great, and not many wanted to associate with her.

Su Ran nodded faintly without saying a word.

Seeing her indifferent attitude, the atmosphere instantly turned awkward.

At that moment, a man stood up from the side, looking at Ling Qingan beside Su Ran in surprise.

"Qing... Qingan, you’re back in the country?"

Ling Qingan also turned her head, looked at the man, and nodded, "Senior Shen."

Su Ran glanced at the man, handsome features, wide eyes, a righteous demeanor, yet he seemed gentle and elegant, like jade.

This man was a year senior to them, a prominent figure at the school, and she had often heard tales of him back then.

Not only was he academically excellent with a good temper, he came from a distinguished family yet remained low-key, and was very protective of juniors like them, especially Ling Qingan.

The man also looked at her, as gentle and courteous as ever.

"Xiao Ran, long time no see."

Su Ran nodded slightly towards him.

"Long time no see, Senior Shen."

Shen Ji smiled warmly, humble and graceful.

"It’s rare to meet you here, would you like to sit for a while?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Ling Qingan as he said the last sentence.

"Sure!"

Ling Qingan nodded, agreeing without a hint of hesitation.

Then she turned to Su Ran, her eyes crinkling in a smile.

"Stay a while?"

Others echoed at this, showing their agreement.

"Stay for a bit, we’re all alumni!"

"Yeah, all from the same school, it’s rare to have a chance to meet."

Su Ran pondered for a few seconds and finally nodded.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and was quite happy, quickly getting up to make room for the two of them.

In the past, due to various reasons, they often ostracized and mocked Su Ran, showing no interest in associating with her.

But now, Su Ran had brought down Enrich, overthrown Chongguang, and was not only an internationally renowned top designer, but her Qianran International was also making waves.

The brand Queen she established rapidly rose, invited to participate in Paris Fashion Week, achieving great success domestically and abroad, with a bright future ahead.

Moreover, with a mysterious fiancé offering a billion-dollar bride price, making people envious, her wealth skyrocketed, making her a sure success story.

Someone who was looked down upon before had now become an invaluable contact they were eager to connect with.

Having more friends means more opportunities. If they could establish connections with Qianran International, their own development would greatly benefit, not to mention the mysterious fiancé behind her.

To offer such a staggering bride price, there were very few in Yong City who could, either from a supreme wealthy family or someone they ordinarily couldn’t reach.

It was uncertain whether on an occasion like today, Su Ran’s fiancé was present.

During this, many tried to curry favor, their words and actions suggesting they wanted connections. Su Ran’s expression remained unchanged, responding indifferently.

While men were more focused on ambition, women were more curious about her mysterious fiancé, asking about his family’s background, whether he was present today, and if they could be introduced to him.

How could Su Ran not see through their ulterior motives? Naturally, she wouldn’t trouble herself, her expression even more indifferent than before, refusing to talk or even respond.

Seeing her total lack of regard, the women felt frustrated but dared not act out. Finally, a sexy and alluring woman muttered sourly.

"Really keeps it hidden."

Su Ran glanced at her indifferently, saying nothing.

Ling Qingan sat beside her, chatting casually with Shen Ji here and there.

"When did you return?"

Shen Ji smiled gently, his gaze warm as he looked at Ling Qingan, his voice possessing his unique gentleness.

"Quite a while ago." Ling Qingan said.

Shen Ji’s expression softened a bit more, "Feel free to ask for help if you need it."

"Alright."

Ling Qingan agreed quite straightforwardly, without any hesitation.

"I won’t stand on ceremony with you."

Shen Ji chuckled softly; this was the Ling Qingan he knew.

Su Ran looked at them, seeing their harmonious atmosphere, and raised an eyebrow.

"Going back?" She leaned in close to Ling Qingan’s ear and asked softly.

Ling Qingan shook her head, "It’s too stuffy inside, I’ll stay here for a while."

Su Ran nodded, "Then be careful."

She then bid farewell to everyone and returned to the private room.

Inside the private room, Mo Shangjie and others were still making a ruckus, while Fu Qiyuan sat elegantly and composedly at his spot, occasionally glancing towards the door.

So, the moment Su Ran opened the door, she met his deep, cold eyes.

She smiled and returned to her seat.

"Why did it take you so long to come back?"