The Outcast Heiress's Secret Identities

"What, I can't call you if I have nothing wrong?"

The large, quiet living room made Su Hongde's voice seem all the more powerful.

"Are you going to talk business, or keep spewing nonsense?"

Su Ran asked impatiently.

The implication was that if the nonsense continued, she would no longer entertain it.

"You worthless thing, come to the hospital tomorrow."

Su Ran walked into the living room, took a sip of water, and then asked indifferently:

"Why?"

"You dare ask why? You drove Xinyan to attempt suicide, shouldn't you apologize to her at the hospital?"

Su Ran sneered.

Apologize to her?

She was afraid Xinyan wouldn't be able to endure it.

"Heh, you really have some nerve, don't you fear I might stab her right in front of you? After all, she hasn't died yet, has she?"

"You monster, you wouldn't dare!"

Su Ran's lips curved into a beautiful smile.

"Do I look like someone who doesn't dare?"

These words turned Su Hongde's face black, his eyes seemed to fire up.

"Do you know how seriously Xinyan was hurt? You bastard, are you so intent on driving her to her death?"

Su Ran reclined leisurely on the sofa, raised her eyebrows slightly, but her eyes held no trace of amusement.

"I don't know, but I do know that if you want to seek death, I can accommodate you at any time."

Even though her voice was usually detached, it was fiercely cold now, sending chills through Su Hongde over the phone, making him shiver involuntarily.

"I don't know if she's dead now, but if you continue to displease me, believe me, she'll end up without a place to be buried."

Given her understanding of Su Xinyan, how could she really be willing to hurt herself? It was probably just a scratch on the surface.

The same old self-harming trick.

Su Hongde stiffened all over and said angrily:

"Are you threatening me?"

Su Ran, leaning her head on her hand, asked, "Can't you tell? Or is the threat not clear enough?"

"You..."

Su Hongde never imagined Su Ran, emboldened as if she had the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard, would dare to brazenly threaten him.

"So, if you don't want her to die, don't provoke me."

Once the words dropped, not giving the other party a chance to respond, Su Ran directly hung up the phone.

She casually threw her phone on the sofa, stretched lazily, her smile bright yet ironic.

All for a Su Xinyan, everyone seemed eager to trample her into dust.

Yet how could Su Ran's life be controlled by these people?

It was precisely because of their heartlessness and disregard that over the years, what she had been doing in Yong City was unknown to the Su Family.

Because, they did not care!

-

The next day when Su Ran woke up, she miserably discovered she had caught a cold.

Not only did she feel weak all over, her throat burned like fire, her head throbbed with pain, and she seemed to have a bit of a fever, too.

Now, she had no choice but to go to the hospital.

Since she was little, her immunity had been rather weak. Anytime she had a fever, she needed to receive IV fluids to bring it down; she was accustomed to it over the years.

After getting ready casually, without any appetite to eat, she directly took a taxi to the hospital.

Going through registration and seeing the doctor alone, everything seemed so routine.

Having picked up her medication, Su Ran dragged her weary body towards the injection room, and at the same time—

In the hospital outpatient office—

"What did you say?"

A low, cold voice suddenly rose, like that of a cello but carrying a chilling menace. In the sunny afternoon, it inevitably made people shiver a little.

"You whippersnapper, what's with the yelling, can't you see you've frightened people?"

On the sofa across, the old lady leaned on her cane, glanced quietly at the trembling director, and said.