The Outcast Heiress's Secret Identities-Chapter 857 - 0846 The marriage certificate accidentally fell out

Chapter 857: 0846 The marriage certificate accidentally fell out

The man in a suit from the backseat also stepped out of the car.

Though it was just a silhouette, Su Ran still recognized him.

"Wen Jichen?"

Seeing Wen Jichen, Su Ran inevitably thought of Ling Qingan.

It seemed to be an unspoken consensus—seeing, mentioning, or thinking about one would surely make one think of the other.

Even though Wen Jichen was now with Yin Xiner, the name that always appeared alongside his was Ling Qingan.

These two gave off a feeling of being inextricably entangled over several lifetimes.

Perhaps because they once loved passionately and honestly.

Perhaps because the Ling Family was jointly taken over by the Wen Family and the Yin Family.

Perhaps because her departure was too tragic and heartless.

Or perhaps because Wen Jichen once deeply loved that girl named Ling Qingan.

But now, Wen Jichen had his cherished one by his side.

While Ling Qingan remained the same as she always was.

These two—like the Chu River and Han Border—never to cross!

At this moment, Wen Jichen also turned to look in their direction, though he couldn’t see the people inside the car, he still recognized Fu Qiyuan’s license plate.

Tall and outstanding, standing still, his face still carried a warm and indifferent, lazy and subtle smile.

Qin Feng approached the backseat and opened the car door; Fu Qiyuan led Su Ran out of the car, taking the car key in his hand.

"Why are you here?"

Wen Jichen’s eyes fell on their intertwined hands, his lips lightly parted.

"This is my home."

Su Ran glanced at him, dressed in a suit, dignified and elegant, standing tall with unrivaled charm.

The handsome face now adorned with a faint smile, making him appear even colder.

Though he looked like a refined and abstinent nobleman, Su Ran’s impression of him always remained—

Well-dressed, cold-hearted!

Upon hearing his words, Su Ran raised an eyebrow.

"So, you’ve been staying here these past few days?"

Wen Jichen’s deep eyes swept over her face, his low voice hinting a teasing smile.

"Why? Investigating me? When did you become interested in paparazzi work?"

Fu Qiyuan frowned slightly, giving him a warning glance.

Wen Jichen saw his look, the corners of his thin lips curled into a fitting arc, not minding it.

Su Ran looked at him deeply, her view briefly sweeping past the villa behind him, her lips slightly curling.

"Not really, just suddenly felt you might be quite tired."

What tiredness, Su Ran didn’t say, but it gave off an unspoken sense.

Wen Jichen’s eyes darkened slightly as he glanced at the man beside him, one hand in his pants pocket, letting out a low laugh.

"Your future husband probably doesn’t want to see you pity another man’s fatigue."

Su Ran: "..."

This petty and shameless man.

Who pitied him?

Inciting discord!

Just then, suddenly, "clink" came a sound, and a set of car keys dropped to the ground.

Su Ran lowered her gaze and saw it was Fu Qiyuan’s car key; as she reached out to pick it up, Fu Qiyuan stopped her.

She blinked in confusion, only to see Fu Qiyuan already bending down, and when he picked up the keys from the ground, there was suddenly another "clack" sound.

Two red booklets fell onto the ground.

Su Ran: "..."

Qin Feng: "..."

Wen Jichen: "..."

The air instantaneously fell silent.

Qin Feng couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth, quietly rolling his eyes inwardly.

This familiar routine!

Afraid others wouldn’t know you were married, huh?

Wedding certificates, needing to carry them all the time?

Fu Qiyuan calmly picked up the red booklets from the ground, lightly dusted off the dirt, remaining calm and saying:

"Apologies, the wedding certificates accidentally fell out."

Su Ran: "..."

Qin Feng: "..."

Wen Jichen: "..."

Indeed afraid others wouldn’t know.

Qin Feng couldn’t help but want to cover his face; Fu Qiyuan’s persona was about to crack!

Besides, don’t think we didn’t see, those two red booklets were intentionally dropped by you!

Wen Jichen’s brow furrowed involuntarily, looking at the items in Fu Qiyuan’s hand, his gaze deepened.

"Registered already?"

Fu Qiyuan, "Yes."

Wen Jichen pulled his lips, offering congratulations, "Congratulations."

"Thank you." Finished speaking, Fu Qiyuan looked at him again, "I am her husband now, rightfully so."

Wen Jichen: "..."

The slap came so fast!

Just because he said "future husband."

Fu Qiyuan put the two red booklets back into his suit pocket, his gaze calmly settling on the slightly grim face opposite him, then his eyes slid over to the hand in his pocket.

His voice low and indifferent.

"What happened to your hand?"

Wen Jichen’s expression slightly stiffened, and he lowered his gaze to the hand in his pocket.

Su Ran followed his gaze, faintly seeing a thick bandage wrapped around his left wrist.

With his left hand in his pocket and the suit sleeve covering most of it, only a small part was visible, yet Fu Qiyuan still noticed it keenly.

Wen Jichen’s face had a plain expression, his voice even more indifferent without a hint of fluctuation.

"Accidentally cut it."

Fu Qiyuan’s tone was meaningful, "Accidentally?"

Wen Jichen simply said, "Yes."

Fu Qiyuan scanned his wrist again, then turned to lead Su Ran away, his indifferent voice trailing off.

"Knowing your character, how much carelessness would it take to cut that part."

The car door opened, Su Ran and Fu Qiyuan got in, then the car drove off.

Wen Jichen stood still, the hand in his pocket slowly withdrew.

Looking at the thick bandage on his wrist, the cold expression didn’t show a trace of warmth.

-

Back at Platinum Lanting, it was already past dinnertime.

Fortunately, Aunt Sun and others had prepared in advance; after dinner, Su Ran intended to go to the study to handle a document, but Fu Qiyuan blocked her path.

"Where are you going?"

"Study."

Fu Qiyuan lowered his gaze at her, the long inked eyebrow set above dark eyes flowing with hidden turbulence.

"Mrs., do you know what night it is?"

Su Ran paused, then pursed her lips, not speaking.

Fu Qiyuan’s eyes glimmered with fragmented light, his deep and magnetic voice tinged with teasing laughter.

"It’s the bridal chamber night, do you bear letting me stay alone in an empty room?"

Su Ran speechlessly looked at him, "Is it used that way? I just want to handle a document."

Fu Qiyuan’s eyes deepened, looking down at her.

"Handle it tomorrow, go take a shower first."

Hearing this, Su Ran’s mind instantly flashed the words "a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered," the corner of her mouth twitching uncontrollably.

"But..."

"Either you shower now, or we’ll shower together later."

Upon hearing this, Su Ran turned and ran back to the room, randomly grabbing a sleepwear, and quickly dashed into the bathroom.

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