In fact, she didn't look like this. She was also a daughter of the Su family, but back then, the Su family had taken the wrong child, raising the fake heiress Su Qianrou, while she, the true heiress, grew up in the countryside. Later, the Su family brought her back, but seeing that she was an ugly girl with a scar on her face and disdainful of her country upbringing and lack of worldliness, the Su family never formally acknowledged her. She lived in the nanny's room in the Su family, enduring cold looks. Especially Su Xue, the second daughter, who particularly liked to bully her. When she wanted to return to the countryside, the marriage alliance with the Fu family began, and the Su family kidnapped her grandmother to use as a substitute, leaving her at the mercy of others everywhere. Su Ci furrowed her brows, hiding the chill in her eyes; she must rescue her grandmother... Fu Nancheng returned to the master bedroom, took a cold shower, and then stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows wearing a black silk pajama. The brilliant light outside refracted through the window, casting a magnificent glow on his cold and handsome face. He poured a glass of red wine, took a light sip, and the rich aroma of the vintage wine quickly spread in his mouth. Suddenly, he remembered the girl's kiss, that clean, tender, smooth, and fragrant taste sweeter than red wine, something he had never experienced before. Fu Nancheng casually rolled his Adam's apple; in fact, he should have dealt with Su Xue today, but there was an indescribable thought in his heart, so he kept her for now. "Shh, don't ask, if you do, I'm your wife~" Putting down the wine glass, Fu Nancheng lay on the soft bed. This bed had been hers, slept in for two years, and Fu Nancheng smelled a faint fragrance. The scent was enticing, lingering by the pillow. Last night, he had also smelled this fragrance, and he had actually slept well! He had suffered from severe insomnia for years, but last night he had fallen asleep. Was it because of the fragrance on her? Did he need to rely on her scent to fall asleep? To verify this, Fu Nancheng got up and went downstairs, quickly finding the slender figure in the living room. He walked over, his large hands resting on her soft waist. Su Ci had already gotten up and was now trimming flower branches in the living room and inserting them into vases when a steady footsteps approached from behind. In the next second, two large hands rested on her waist, and through the thin material, the man's broad and firm chest pressed against her from behind, holding her slender body in his arms. Su Ci shuddered, her whole body suddenly stiffening. Without turning her head, she could guess that it was Fu Nancheng behind her; he was the master of the house, and no one else would be here. Why was he holding her? Could it be that he recognized her? Then the man's handsome face leaned closer, smelling her delicate neck, and he lowered his voice, "Su Xue, why do you smell so good, what perfume are you using?" With a "thump," Su Ci's little face instantly flushed. She immediately turned around, "Young master, you're mistaken, I'm not the young mistress!"