What?
Be a stand-in for Nathaniel Fu again?
And this time, "accompanying" meant something far more intimate.
Celia immediately refused. "Sylvia, I'm at the hospital taking care of my grandma. I can't leave."
"Then log into my WeChat and tell my husband yourself. I just had a minor procedure and my hands aren't working well enough to type. Celia, like I said before, if you want to know where the jade pendant is, you'd better keep my husband happy."
With that, Sylvia hung up.
Celia stared at the screen speechlessly.
Soon, Sylvia sent over her WeChat username and password. Celia hesitated for a moment, then logged in.
She saw Nathaniel Fu's contact right away. His profile picture was a sleek black square, and Sylvia had him saved as "Darling Husband."
At the top of their chat was his last message:"Come and spend the night with me."
Just six simple words, but they made Celia's heart skip a beat. It was a command, not a request—bold and intimate.
Celia thought for a while, then began typing. She started with the word:
"Husband"
Sylvia always opened her messages with that saccharine greeting. If Celia didn't use it, he might get suspicious.
But he wasn't her husband. Typing that word made her cringe inside.
Still, she forced herself to continue:"Husband, I can't come see you tonight."
His reply came quickly."Hmm?"
One syllable. But it carried so much weight. The upward tone at the end, like a raised eyebrow, was both dangerous and seductive.
Celia typed again:"Husband, my mom isn't feeling well. I need to stay home and take care of her."
Surely he couldn't argue with that.
But then—"So you're not going to keep your husband company?"
Celia bit her lip, hesitating. Then replied:"My mom's really not feeling well~"
She added the tilde instinctively, mimicking Sylvia's usual tone. Hopefully, that was enough.
Two minutes passed.
Then another message popped up:"I'm not feeling so well either."
Not well?
She had just seen him two days ago—he was full of energy.
Celia:"Husband, what's wrong?"
Nathaniel:"Come see me and I'll tell you."
What kind of response was that?
Then came a follow-up message:"Mrs. Fu, when was the last time we were together? How long has it been since we were close?"
Boom.
Celia's face turned bright red. Now she knew exactly what he meant. That was what his "not feeling well" was about.
He was teasing her again—his words layered with hidden meaning, clever and suggestive. She couldn't keep up.
Still, she had to reply. She wasn't Celia right now—she was Sylvia.
Celia:"Husband, let's do it another day."
Worried he might push further, she quickly opened the sticker panel and sent him a cheeky emoji—the classic mischievous smirk.
After sending it, she nearly wanted to bury her face in her pillow. Her whole body burned with embarrassment. Thankfully, he didn't know it was really her. He thought she was Sylvia.
At that moment, in the Fu Group CEO's office, several senior executives were gathered, reviewing a major project plan.
Nathaniel stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, tall and imposing, phone in hand. His thumb scrolled through WeChat, and suddenly, the corners of his lips lifted into a small smile.
The executives froze.
Their ever-stoic president was smiling... at his phone?
Then he typed out a reply:"Send me a voice message. Call me 'husband.'"
A voice message?
He wanted her to say it?
Celia stared at the screen in horror.
She could still remember Sylvia's voice—syrupy sweet and full of affection when she called him "husband." How was she supposed to imitate that?
But the next message came in:"If you don't... then I'll come to you tonight."
Celia clenched her teeth.
Fine!
She pressed and held the record button, forced herself to sound soft and sweet, and whispered:"Husband~"
Nathaniel tapped on the audio clip.
The girl's delicate voice poured into his ears, tender and breathy:"Husband~"
It was so sweet, it could melt bone.
The entire room fell silent.
Several executives, who had been quietly flipping through slides, suddenly froze.
They had all heard it.
Their president—known for his ruthless efficiency and stone-cold demeanor—had just played a voice message in a meeting.
From a girl.
Calling him "husband."
Everyone was instantly petrified.