What? Nathaniel Fu is here?
Celia turned to the secretary, her heart tightening. "Did he find out where I am?"
"Yes, King," the secretary replied respectfully. "President Fu learned you were meeting the Su family here. He's on his way."
So what?
Was she really going to run into Nathaniel Fu today?
He didn't know she was King. He didn't know she was his real bride.
At the Yunli Hotel, Nathaniel had already arrived. Secretary Song gestured toward the presidential suite."President, King is inside."
He was about to meet King.
Nathaniel's hand brushed the doorknob, ready to push it open—when a melodic ringtone broke the silence.
He paused, pulled out his phone, and froze. The name flashing on the screen made his tall frame stiffen.
Slowly, he let go of the doorknob, turned away, and answered the call.
A bright, affectionate female voice flowed through the receiver."Nancheng, it's me. Come back to the capital. I miss you."
Celia stood hidden in the corner of the corridor, watching Nathaniel leave.
Why? He was right at the door—why did he suddenly turn and go?
Who had called him?
Just then, her phone chimed. A WeChat message.
It was from her senior brother, Zhou Jin.
Zhou Jin:1213.
Her chest tightened. That was the White Moonlight's birthday.
Without hesitation, Celia left the hotel and headed to the Fu Group's president's office. Nathaniel wasn't back; he had vanished after that call.
She entered the lounge, walked to the small safe, and carefully typed in the digits: 1213.
Beep. The lock clicked open.
Her guess was right.
His password was the White Moonlight's birthday.
Celia reached in and pulled out her jade pendant.
Finally—she had taken it back.
Her phone buzzed again. Another message from Zhou Jin.
Zhou Jin:The White Moonlight just made a call. Guess who she called?
Celia lowered her gaze, typed back: Nathaniel Fu.
So it was her. No wonder he had turned away—even when King was right behind that door.
Zhou Jin:She asked him to return to the capital. Do you think he'll go?
Celia didn't reply.
A wave of nausea struck her out of nowhere. She pressed a hand to her chest, stumbled into the bathroom, and bent over the sink.
Nothing came up—just violent retching.
Her pale eyes reddened, tears brimming.
Why was she suddenly throwing up?
She froze. A thought slammed into her mind.
Her period… it had been delayed for two days.
Her fingers trembled as she checked her pulse. Moments later, her knees buckled, and she sank onto the carpet.
She was… pregnant.
Her lips quivered.
He had always been careful, insisting on protection. Except that once.
That night at the bar—when he had mistaken her for luring another man, dragged her into the room, and lost control.
No protection.
And afterward… she had forgotten to take the pills.
Now, against all odds, she was carrying his child.
The hospital confirmed it.
The doctor handed her the blood test report with a gentle smile."Congratulations. You're pregnant—four weeks along. Twenty-eight days."
Celia's hands tightened around the paper. The timing matched perfectly. It was that night.
"Have you been with your husband recently?" the doctor asked.
"..." Celia nodded faintly.
The doctor's expression turned serious. "During early pregnancy, you must avoid intercourse and any strenuous activity. It could cause a miscarriage. The bloating you've been experiencing is a warning sign. Fortunately, there's no bleeding, so for now, the baby is safe."