The Billionaire’s Secret Bride

In a place like this, men could consume anything—including the women. And tonight, the chatter next door was all about the black-haired beauty with the slim waist on the dance floor: Celia.

Nathaniel Fu sat without a change in expression, but the ash from his cigarette dropped sharply—betraying his mood.

He hadn't come here for fun. It was a business engagement. A well-known CEO sat beside him, quietly observing the usually composed heir of the Fu family. It was the first time he'd seen Nathaniel actually look at a woman—let alone stare.

"Mr. Fu," the man chuckled, "those two young ladies on the dance floor… they look like college girls. Didn't expect someone like you to fancy students."

Nathaniel tapped the ash into the tray with his long fingers and said flatly, "That's my niece."

"Ah, I see! Both of them are your nieces?" Mr. Li replied with a sly smile.

Nathaniel didn't answer. He stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette and abruptly stood.

"Mr. Fu, where are you going?"

But Mr. Li soon realized—Nathaniel wasn't leaving the club.

He was heading straight for the dance floor.

He's actually stepping onto the dance floor? In public? Mr. Li nearly dropped his drink. That girl must be something else.

Nathaniel walked into the pulsing crowd with long strides. The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies moving to the rhythm. Someone complained loudly, "Hey! Stop shoving, man!"

But the second they turned and saw who it was, the complaints died on their lips.

He was dressed in an all-black ensemble—tailored shirt, fitted trousers, and an expression colder than ice. The soft sheen of his bespoke clothes reflected the overhead lights, and his overwhelming presence sent a ripple through the crowd.

The men parted instinctively, making way.

Nathaniel moved silently through them, stopping behind Celia, who was dancing with Fu Yingying, completely unaware of his arrival.

She moved slowly to the beat, graceful and fluid. Her slender waist curved with each motion, and the subtle roll of her hips matched the rhythm perfectly. She wasn't trying to flirt or seduce, but that only made her more magnetic. Every man around her was practically drooling.

Nathaniel stared at her—her youth, her rhythm, her body, alive under the dim lights.

He didn't blink.

Fu Yingying twirled around and caught sight of him. Her eyes widened in panic.

Uncle?! She blinked again. Was she hallucinating?! Her uncle—here?!

"Cici! My uncle's here!"

The music was too loud. Celia didn't hear her. "What?!"

"I said, my uncle is behind you!"

Celia turned around—and slammed straight into a wall of muscle.

Not a wall. Him.

Nathaniel Fu had been standing just inches behind her. Her breath caught.

He was actually here. At a bar. On the dance floor. Behind her.

Celia's long lashes fluttered. Her heart skipped a beat. "Mr. Fu…" she whispered.

Then she quickly stepped back, putting distance between them.

Nathaniel's eyes were cold. "Who told you to bring my niece to a bar like this?"

"Uncle, don't blame Cici," Fu Yingying chimed in quickly. "It was all my idea!"

Nathaniel didn't even glance at her. "Did I ask you to speak? Quiet."

Yingying clamped her mouth shut immediately.

Then, turning his icy gaze back to Celia, he said, "What's wrong? Weren't you dancing just fine a second ago?"

The scolding tone cut through the music. Celia had had enough of his constant criticism. She lifted her chin and met his eyes.

"Mr. Fu, I'm dancing. It's a bar. What's the problem? You're more controlling than the damn government!"

She dared to snap back?

His expression darkened. In a flash, he lowered his tall frame until his lips were nearly brushing her ear.

His voice was low and dangerous."Celia, you really know how to move. And you really know how to drive a man crazy…"