Chapter 47: 047 Do you want to eat?
What is Su Ran anyway?
She doesn’t even deserve to be compared with her!
“Grandma, rest assured, I will definitely make the Su Family prosper.”
“Hahaha… Good, you are truly Su Hongde’s daughter, ambitious.”
Su Hongde looked at Su Xinyan with satisfaction and laughed heartily.
“A tiger father does not beget a dog of a daughter, right? It’s all because I have a shrewd and capable father.”
Laughter filled the living room.
After a busy day, Su Ran drove straight home.
The black Audi sped through streets adorned with dazzling lights and a cacophony of colors.
The first thing she did upon arriving home was to take a bath.
She washed off the makeup and the fatigue.
An hour later, she came out of the bathroom in her bathrobe, sat down on the sofa, and seemed to recall something as she rummaged through her bag for her phone.
Suddenly, the image of a face, handsome and peerless, flashed through her mind.
So, what exactly did he mean?
He asked her to keep her promise, yet he turned her down!
Su Ran blinked; maybe he was really busy!
Her thoughts drifted slowly away as the man’s gentle and tender voice seemed to be by her ear, warming her heart.
Coming back to her senses, Su Ran was startled.
Why was she suddenly caring about these things?
She sighed lightly, put her phone down on the coffee table, and then reached into the snack box beside her to tear open a pack of spicy strips.
Good food should not be wasted; anyway, she didn’t break her word!
With a spicy strip dangling from her mouth, she grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV to watch entertainment news.
Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with one hand holding a spicy strip and the other holding the remote, she was the epitome of carefree elegance.
As she was thoroughly enjoying this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Su Ran’s brows knitted slightly.
At this hour, who would come to see her?
She smoothed her disheveled hair and opened the door with a puzzled look, only to freeze when she saw the person standing before her.
Fu Qiyuan’s tall and straight figure stood at the door, clad in an expensive, tailor-made suit, with a pair of exquisitely sculpted brows revealing an aloofness and an aura of a superior emanating from his entire being.
The unfathomable depths of his dark eyes were cold and sharp, devoid of any warmth, his face exceptionally handsome and emotionless.
However, the moment Su Ran opened the door, the mist in the deep ponds of his eyes seemed to disperse, those bewitching eyes rippling and replaced by a gentle softness.
For Su Ran, the man’s appearance was quite a surprise.
And to Fu Qiyuan, who rarely showed emotion, a hint of a smile emerged in his eyes, the corners of his lips slightly curling up.
The girl held the doorknob with her right hand and a pack of spicy strips with her left, and she still had one hanging nonchalantly from her mouth.
The man suddenly chuckled.
Su Ran instantly came back to her senses, and all her movements stiffened slightly. Meeting the man’s amused gaze, she blinked uncertainly, her delicate and cold features slowly flushing with two shades of red.
On impulse, she stuffed the remaining spicy strips into her mouth, her cheeks instantly puffing out like a chipmunk with its cheeks filled with food.
Su Ran felt unprecedented awkwardness, lowering her head slightly as she extended the hand holding the spicy strips toward the man.
“Do you… do you want some?”
Fu Qiyuan was slightly surprised, then chuckled softly, his voice deep, rich, and attractively lazy.
Su Ran’s head drooped even lower.
She felt utterly forlorn.
What on earth had she done?
Offering spicy strips, asking him if he wanted some? Wanted some? Wanted some?
Did he even know what spicy strips were?
Would someone please come and rescue her image!