Rosalie gritted her teeth. Tomorrow, she too would see King's true face!
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Mrs. Song climbed into Zane Song's sports car, still fuming."I'm so angry! That Rosalie actually pretended to be Celia, trying to snatch what I wanted. I've already thrown her out!"
Zane leaned his elbow on the window, his expression absent-minded.
"Zane, are you even listening to me?"
He blinked back to attention. "Mom, what did you just say?"
"I said Celia is King. She's the one who cured Madam Fu's face. Our Song family owes her a huge favor. From now on, you must treat her like your own sister, protect her, and never let anyone bully her!"
Zane's feelings were complicated. From the very first time he met Celia, he had dismissed her completely.
He had pushed his second brother toward Su Wan'er or Rosalie instead. He had even cruelly removed her grandmother's oxygen tube, hoping to drive her back to the countryside.
He'd mocked her with the nickname "Harley Quinn."And yet—she was King all along, and she'd played the role so flawlessly.
Her small, delicate face flashed in his mind, her cool, refined beauty, her skin pale as freshly peeled egg white—more breathtaking than any woman he'd ever met.
"Harley Quinn?" His lips twisted bitterly. "She's clearly a fairy."
"I know, Mom. Stop nagging. Who could possibly bully her?"
Celia was King—always calm, always watching the stage unfold with clear eyes.Who could ever really bully her?
Mrs. Song sighed, shaking her head. "We may not know Celia well, but haven't you seen CC's official Weibo? They said she was born in splendor and raised in prosperity. If I could find a daughter-in-law as intelligent and charming as Celia, I'd count myself blessed."
Zane muttered under his breath as he drove, "No wonder Second Brother is so taken with her..."
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Fu Group, President's Office.
Nathaniel Fu was seated in his leather chair, reviewing documents, when Secretary Song entered hurriedly, lowering his voice."President, we just received confirmation—Rosalie is a fake King."
Nathaniel's pen paused mid-page. His dark eyes lifted."What did you say?"
Secretary Song handed him the official update from CC's verified Weibo account."Please take a look, President."
Nathaniel scanned it, his lips curving into a cold, thin smile. Rosalie wasn't King after all.
"President," Secretary Song continued carefully, "Rosalie isn't your bride. Then… where is your real bride?"
Nathaniel's gaze darkened. After a long silence, he said flatly, "Leave."
"Yes, sir." Secretary Song withdrew.
Nathaniel closed the file and rose from his chair, heading into the private lounge.
The room was warmly lit. A girl lay sprawled across his large bed. She had just showered and was wrapped in his loose white shirt, the oversized fabric outlining her graceful, delicate curves.
She lay on her stomach, reading, her long legs bent and playfully swaying in the air.
Nathaniel leaned against the doorframe, his eyes softening despite himself. Ever since she had moved in, his once-cold residence had become a home. The bed seemed warmer, the pillows softer, the air scented faintly of sweet lychees—her scent.
He walked into the bathroom to shower.
When he returned, Celia felt a sudden weight press against her side. A man's deep voice rumbled above her."Reading that intently?"
She tilted her head up at him, mischief glinting in her eyes."Mr. Fu, I heard you found the wrong bride again?"
Nathaniel plucked the book from her hands and tossed it aside. His large hands slid beneath her arms, lifting her effortlessly into his embrace like a child."Are you mocking me?"
Nestled in his arms, Celia's slender fingers poked playfully at his firm chest."Mr. Fu, how pitiful. You've lost your bride again..."