That scar was fake!Celia was playing them all!Oh my God!
Celia's bright, clear eyes sparkled with a sweet smile. "Ning Xin'er, you paid to get me on the list, didn't you? Well, now I'm famous. Thank you. Sorry you had to waste your money."
Ning Xin'er nearly choked on her own breath, almost coughing up blood.
She had planned to humiliate Celia, but instead, she had only helped her rise to fame.
It was Celia's first day at Tsinghua University, and she had already captured the attention of the entire campus and even the young elites of Beijing. Who else could enjoy such a spectacular entrance?
Looking at Celia's sugary smile, Ning Xin'er nearly lost her mind.
"Little fairy!" Fan Jun suddenly rushed forward, excitement overflowing from his voice. "Little fairy, do you remember me? I'm Fan Jun! So it's really you—you're my fiancée. Let's get married right now!"
"What?"
Little fairy?
Ning Xin'er was stunned. The girl Fan Jun had been obsessing over, the one he had called his "little fairy," turned out to be Celia—the adopted daughter of the Shen family?
Why… why her?
Fan Jun looked like he was ready to drag the marriage registry over just to make it official on the spot. Ning Xin'er clenched her teeth, jealousy burning in her eyes.
Celia tilted her head slightly, still smiling. "Mr. Fan, didn't you once say you'd never marry someone as ugly as me?"
Fan Jun slapped himself across the face. "That was nonsense! A complete misunderstanding! Little fairy, I'll marry you—I want to marry you and only you!"
Celia clasped her hands behind her back, her voice soft but steady. "Mr. Fan, if you want to marry me, shouldn't you at least ask whether I'm willing to marry you?"
Fan Jun leaned in, desperate. "Little fairy, will you marry me?"
"No."
"..."
Celia stepped forward lightly, her clear, melodic voice flowing like pearls onto a jade plate. "Young Master Fan, this is a misunderstanding. Think carefully—did my grandmother ever say she wanted me to marry you?"
Fan Jun froze. He looked into the girl's bright, intelligent eyes. Her gaze carried such clarity and confidence that even the most seasoned socialites would blush under it.
"No… no, she didn't."
"Exactly. And did the Shen family ever arrange an engagement with the Fan family?"
"No."
"Then there's nothing binding between us. Please don't pester me again."
Her tone was polite, but her words cut sharper than a blade.
Fan Jun realized too late that he had been completely played. This girl wasn't just beautiful—she was sharp, confident, and utterly untouchable.
"I have other things to do. I'll be leaving." Celia waved lightly to her classmates and left, her graceful figure quickly vanishing from sight.
The moment she was gone, the young men from Beijing burst into an uproar.
"This Celia is breathtaking—like a celestial fairy come down to earth. She's practically Su Xian herself!"
"Ning Xin'er, what's wrong with you Rocket Class people? You called a goddess like her a clown? Are you blind?"
"I think Ning Xin'er is the real ugly one here."
Ning Xin'er's face went pale under their ridicule. She had always been ranked seventh on the university's beauty list—never once had anyone dared to call her ugly.
But because of Celia, she had just been branded with the nickname "ugly."
Her heart filled with rage and grievance. She looked pitifully at Fan Jun. "Jun~"
But Fan Jun didn't even glance her way. His eyes were still chasing after Celia's disappearing silhouette.
"Little fairy, don't abandon me!" he cried, running after her like a man possessed.
Ning Xin'er stomped her foot in fury, humiliated beyond belief.
Meanwhile, the Beijing socialites dispersed, buzzing with Celia's name. Class 28's students, radiant with pride, finally stood tall after being oppressed by the Rocket Class for so long.
"Ning Xin'er, our Celia isn't just beautiful—she's divine. Tell your classmate Lu to step aside."