The Outcast Heiress’s Secret Identities
Chapter 798 - 0787 Weakness

Chapter 798: 0787 Weakness

Being interrupted over and over again during sleep, Su Ran furrowed her brows even more tightly.

She stretched out her hand, slapping over, and at the same time, slightly opened her eyes.

"Awake?"

The eyes that had just awakened were groggy and veiled with a touch of misty moisture; in the hazy starry eyes, there was now a touch of grievance and displeasure.

"Can’t you find a different way to wake me up?"

Fu Qiyuan raised an eyebrow, "A different way?"

"Hmm," Su Ran’s voice carried a hint of laziness.

Upon hearing her, the man curved his lips, leaned down, and kissed her directly on the lips.

Su Ran suddenly widened her eyes as the man kept kissing her until she began to struggle to breathe, then he released her.

He nodded as he looked at the girl panting slightly, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"Which do you prefer?"

Su Ran, speechless, glared at him and said,

"The third kind."

Fu Qiyuan was stunned for a second, then the corners of his mouth lifted.

"Hmm, I also like the third kind."

Su Ran: "..."

Where did this ’third kind’ come from?

She had merely said something off the cuff.

"As long as you like it, not just three kinds, but four, five, or six kinds are all possible. Do you want to try?"

Su Ran looked at him warily and shook her head repeatedly, "No need, no need."

Fu Qiyuan looked at his girlfriend who caved in a second, smiled in satisfaction, patted her fluffy head, and stood up.

"Go wash up; breakfast has been delivered."

Su Ran nodded, put on the robe beside her, lifted the covers, and walked into the bathroom.

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Just as Fu Qiyuan reached the living room, the doorbell of the room rang.

He frowned slightly and walked to the entrance.

Outside the door, Chu Xiyao was holding two bags; they were the change of clothes that Fu Qixiu had asked her to bring.

She clenched her teeth, filled with jealousy and anger at the same time.

The man she loved was with another woman, and the opportunity she had to get close to him turned out to be bringing a change of clothes for him and another woman?

How ridiculous.

It took a great deal of effort to barely restrain the impulse to throw away what she was holding, but the moment the door opened and she saw the man in front of her dressed in an abstemious and lazy manner, Chu Xiyao’s gaze still trembled slightly.

Fu Qiyuan wore a white bathrobe; compared to his everyday meticulous suit and boots, with hair slightly messy and less sharpness between his brows, there was a greater sense of languor and a hint of resignation.

Accustomed to seeing him strategizing and making decisive moves, she found the vast contrast to his lazy and abstemious demeanor now so startling that her expression froze on her face, and she felt somewhat unable to recover.

After a brief moment of confusion, she lifted a stiff smile awkwardly and looked at the man.

"Qi Yuan, good morning."

Fu Qiyuan’s expression was indifferent, "What is it?"

His tone distant and cool, filled with a sense of separation, Chu Xiyao bit her lip discontentedly, took a deep breath in secret, and said with false bravado,

"I came to see Auntie, and by the way, I brought clothes for you and your sister-in-law."

Chu Xiyao had happily prepared a table full of food, hoping to spend more time with him the previous day when Su Ran wasn’t home, even if it meant just letting him see a little bit of her goodwill.

But she waited a long time, and he did not come home...

She had thought he really was occupied, but Fu Qixiu’s words this morning shattered her last illusion.

Fu Qiyuan’s gaze rested on the two bags in her hands and he nodded, "I appreciate it."

Listening to his voice, undisturbed but filled with estrangement, Chu Xiyao felt a wave of sourness in her heart.

"Qi Yuan, you don’t need to be so formal with me, we..."

"Give me the bags," Fu Qiyuan cut her off, evidently not wanting to say more.

Chu Xiyao bit her lip, the atmosphere extremely awkward.

With a feeling of resistance, she still handed over the bags she was holding.

Just as Fu Qiyuan was about to reach for them, suddenly there was a sound of something falling in the bathroom, followed by Su Ran’s urgent cry.

"Fu Qiyuan! Fu Qiyuan—"

Fu Qiyuan’s face changed, and he hurriedly turned around and strode toward the bathroom.

Chu Xiyao’s eyes flickered for a second, hesitated for two seconds, and ultimately entered the house with the bag in hand.

In the bathroom, Su Ran was bracing herself with both hands on the sink, slightly standing on her right foot, her complexion pale.

"What’s wrong?"

Su Ran inhaled sharply, pointed at her own right leg, and gritted her teeth, saying:

"Leg... My right leg’s got a cramp, yikes—it hurts!"

Fu Qiyuan’s expression relaxed, and he quickly scooped her up horizontally and carried her swiftly to the living room.

Seeing Fu Qiyuan carrying Su Ran out, Chu Xiyao’s facial expression shifted, but her tone was filled with concern.

"What happened to sister-in-law?"

Su Ran was in too much pain to pay her any attention, and Fu Qiyuan didn’t even spare her a glance.

He set Su Ran down on the couch and placed her right leg on top of his own, one hand holding her ankle and the other covering her thigh, helping her massage and stretch.

"Yikes—"

"Still cramping?"

"Mhm, press harder!"

"How about now? Is it okay?"

"No, no, press harder!"

"And this?"

"Ow! That’s too hard, lighter! Lighter! Ah—"

"Now?"

"Just like that, just like that..."

"..."

Chu Xiyao stood stiffly at one side, her hands clenched tightly together, her whole body trembling despite her efforts to contain it.

However, neither of the two people in the living room took any notice of her.

A few minutes later, Fu Qiyuan gently placed Su Ran’s leg down on the floor, "Move it a little."

Su Ran nodded, curled her right leg, then stretched it out, her long, straight, beautiful legs were fair and lustrous, particularly eye-catching.

"Does it still hurt?"

Su Ran shook her head, "No, it doesn’t hurt anymore."

Despite her words, Fu Qiyuan still gently massaged her right leg, his movements cautious and serious, afraid of hurting her.

In the end, it was Su Ran who caught his hand, laughing and saying:

"It’s alright, it really doesn’t hurt anymore, I’m hungry, let’s go have breakfast."

Saying this, she tried to stand up from the couch, but was restrained by the man’s hand on her shoulder.

Su Ran looked up at him, somewhat puzzled.

Fu Qiyuan adjusted her bathrobe’s neckline for her, and then said:

"Just sit still."

Having said that, he stood up, his tall figure immediately towering, and with long strides, he went towards the dining room.

It wasn’t long before he moved the entire breakfast from the dining table to the coffee table in the living room.

He even pushed the coffee table forward a bit, within easy reach with an outstretched hand.

Su Ran: "..."

She just had a leg cramp, she wasn’t really disabled!

Fu Qiyuan sat down beside Su Ran again and scooped up a bowl of soup.

"First, drink some soup to warm your stomach."

Looking at the soup in front of her, Su Ran asked, "What kind of soup is this?"

"Chinese yam and black chicken soup."

Fu Qiyuan answered as he picked up the soup spoon, scooped a spoonful, and brought it to her lips, adding:

"It’s nourishing for the body."

Su Ran frowned at him, "I’m in good health."

Hearing this, Fu Qiyuan’s lips curved, a layer of amusement appearing on his handsome face, his tone meaningful.

"Physically weak."

Su Ran: "..."