Celia froze.
So… he wasn't trying to kiss her. She had completely misunderstood. Embarrassment surged through her—she wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole.
But if he was just washing his hands… why did he have to stand so close?
Right now, Nathaniel Fu stood tall and composed behind her, calmly holding her hands under the faucet. Celia instinctively leaned away, trying her best not to make contact with his strong, well-built body.
After what felt like forever, he turned off the tap.
"Figure out how you're going to thank me," he said lazily.
And with that, he left.
Gone—just like that.
Celia turned and caught her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed with a rosy blush, and her usually clear eyes now sparkled like spring water. She looked beautiful—blooming and soft, in a way she had never seen herself before.
Her limbs still felt like jelly.
Trying to snap out of it, she turned the faucet back on and splashed her face with cold water. That's when she noticed his watch sitting by the sink.
He must have taken it off when he washed his hands.
She quickly picked it up and texted him:"Mr. Fu, you left your watch in the bathroom."
Ding. His reply came instantly:"Hold onto it for me. I'll come get it when I have time."
Celia looked down at the watch. It was a custom steel model from a luxury brand—elegant, expensive, and exuding the same cold, refined presence as its owner.
In a private VIP suite across town, Zane Song was entertaining a group of wealthy heirs while chatting with Su Wan'er, who had just ended a call.
Zane was still sore from being hit earlier, rubbing his bruised ribs with a scowl. That clown girl from the countryside really had guts. He could still feel the pain radiating through his side.
"Mr. Song, what's wrong? Who got on your nerves?" One of the rich kids tried to cheer him up. "Come on, let's drink!"
Zane waved toward his assistant. "Go check if that country bumpkin has gone back to the sticks where she belongs."
But before the assistant could even move, BANG! The door to the suite was kicked open with force.
"The hell—" Zane started to curse, but the words died in his throat.
Nathaniel Fu had entered the room.
"Second Brother, you're back?" Zane jumped to his feet, smiling stiffly.
The others in the room froze. The legendary heir of the Fu family had just walked in. No one expected him to appear here of all places.
Nathaniel ignored everyone. With long strides, he walked straight up to Zane, grabbed him by the collar—and punched him square in the face.
CRASH! Zane flew into the wine table. Glass shattered, plates clattered to the ground, and red wine splashed everywhere. The entire room was in chaos.
The rich heirs scrambled to the corners of the suite, too scared to even breathe.
Zane's head spun. His eyes were seeing stars, and he felt something roll inside his mouth.
His tooth.His front tooth had been knocked out.
"Second Brother, what did I do?"
Nathaniel yanked him up by the collar again, his voice low and menacing. "Who gave you the right to touch Celia?"
Zane froze.
Celia? That girl?
Nathaniel had knocked his tooth out… over her?
"Second Brother—"
Nathaniel slammed him back down onto the wine-soaked table. His voice was cold and sharp."She's mine. Keep your filthy hands off."
The next evening, the Fu family's annual banquet was scheduled to be held at the Pei Family Hotel. Su Wan'er was busy selecting a designer gown, determined to wow the crowd and win over the mysterious, powerful heir of the Fu family.
Meanwhile, Celia remained quietly in the hospital with her grandmother, completely unaware of the storm brewing outside.
Then, her phone rang.
It was Sylvia.
"Hello? Celia, you need to go keep my husband company tonight."