Nathaniel Fu and Yara Lu arrived at the Night Club. The place was overflowing with people, the entire venue buzzing with anticipation. Almost every young heir from Beijing's elite circle had shown up to witness the spectacle.
At the center stood a grand rose archway, surrounded by glowing lanterns, sheer white drapes, chilled champagne, and floating bubbles—a scene dripping with romance and extravagance.
"Wow," Yara gasped, her eyes sparkling. "It's so beautiful! Young Master Fan really knows how to impress. No wonder he has so many girlfriends."
Clinging to Nathaniel's arm, she teased with a pout, "Nancheng, you haven't proposed to me yet. Why don't you make it this romantic for me too?"
Nathaniel's expression remained indifferent. "I'm busy. I don't have time for such things. Be good, Yaoyao."
Yara's face fell slightly. She was the type who always craved what others had. Since Fan Jun was making a grand proposal to Celia, she wanted one too. But Nathaniel's flat refusal left her with no choice. Still, she comforted herself—soon, she and Nathaniel would be officially engaged, and their engagement banquet would surely outshine everything else in the Imperial Capital.
Just then, Fan Jun arrived. The young heirs immediately crowded around him, full of excitement.
"Young Master Fan, why hasn't our fairy Celia arrived yet?"
"Do you think she'll accept your proposal tonight?"
Fan Jun's grin was full of confidence. "Of course. Celia, you will be my wife tonight. No one can take you away from me."
Meanwhile, Zuo Ming and Li Yuting also appeared with their circle of wealthy second-generation friends. They all knew each other.
"Fan Jun, don't be so sure," Zuo Ming remarked. "Classmate Celia won't agree to your proposal so easily."
"That's right!" Li Yuting chimed in, her voice brimming with loyalty. "Young Master Fan, you've dated countless women, while our Cici hasn't even had a boyfriend. You two aren't in the same league at all!"
The crowd stirred, eyes widening.
"What? Celia's never had a boyfriend?"
"Then she's still pure."
"So she's really innocent and untouched?"
Li Yuting raised her chin proudly. "Exactly. Our Cici is genuine and pure. You playboys better stay away from her and stop trying to corrupt her!"
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Ning Xiner, who had also arrived, clenched her fists tightly as jealousy burned inside her. She leaned toward Yara and muttered, "Celia's so beautiful—are we really supposed to believe no man's ever touched her? Is she lying?"
Yara hadn't expected such rumors either. Her brows furrowed slightly. "I don't know…"
At that moment, Nathaniel suddenly pulled his arm away from Yara's grasp. "I'm going to the restroom," he said curtly before striding away.
Yara watched him leave, then whispered to Ning Xiner, "If you doubt her so much, then dig deeper. If you find out she's lying, that would be… interesting."
Ning Xiner's lips curved coldly. "If Celia has already been played by men but still pretends to be pure and innocent, then exposing her would be delicious."
…
Walking through the corridor, Nathaniel overheard hushed voices all around him—conversations filled with Celia's name.
"Did you hear? That Celia is still a virgin."
"I saw her today at Tsinghua. She's stunning, and her legs are perfect—straight and flawless. She's as pure as they come."
"Didn't people say she's just a vase?"
"Come on, stop pretending. Even if she's just a vase, she's never dated anyone before."
"That's the appeal—we like vases. Innocent, sweet, and untouched."
Nathaniel's face remained unreadable, though his jaw tightened slightly. Then his steps slowed.
Up ahead, under the glimmer of lights, appeared the slender figure everyone had been waiting for—Celia, the heroine of tonight's spectacle.