The Billionaire CEO's Exclusive Love for His Stand-in Sweetheart - Chapter 23

23: Why Do Your Faces Look Exactly the Same?

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly grew tense. Fu Jue and Su Xue were already holding their breaths, not daring to make a sound.

Su Ci walked up to Fu Nancheng. “Young Master, how may I assist you?”

“Cover the scar on your face. I want to see if your face looks exactly like Su Xue’s.”

“…Young Master, I…”

“If you won’t do it, then I will!”

Fu Nancheng yanked her in front of him and raised his hand to cover the scar on her face, revealing her delicate, coldly beautiful features.

Sure enough, she looked exactly like Su Xue.

Fu Nancheng stared at her porcelain-like complexion and her clear, shimmering eyes. This face wasn’t just identical to Su Xue’s—it was also the same face that had slept in his arms the previous night and the night before!

His eyes darkened like spilled ink, deep and dangerous, making anyone who met his gaze feel as though they were standing on the edge of an abyss. “Why does your face look exactly like Su Xue’s?”

“Husband, Su Ci got plastic surgery to look like me! But it failed, and she was left with that scar!” Su Xue quickly explained.

Fu Nancheng kept his eyes on Su Ci. “Is that true?”

Su Ci had no choice but to play along. “Yes.”

“Then have you lied to me about anything else? For example… covering this scar to impersonate Su Xue…” His tone was calm, but his words sent a jolt of terror through her.

Su Ci’s palms were sweating. He was starting to suspect!

She tried to steady herself. Right now, he didn’t know her scar was fake. Aside from Fu Jue, no one else knew.

“How could that be, Young Master? Even if I covered this scar with layers of foundation, as someone who shares your bed, you’d definitely notice. It’s impossible to fake.”

Fu Nancheng pressed his lips together. It was true—the girl who had slept in his arms those two nights hadn’t worn a trace of makeup. Her face had been clean, soft, and flawless.

And with such a long scar on her face, he would’ve noticed if she’d tried to cover it with foundation.

Was he just being overly suspicious?

“You’d better not be lying to me. Otherwise, you’ll regret it.” With that warning, Fu Nancheng turned and left.

He was gone.

The moment his oppressive presence vanished, everyone exhaled in relief. That was too close—the truth had nearly been exposed.

Fu Jue stepped forward. “Little Ugly, why are you working as a maid for my uncle? How about this—whatever he’s paying you, I’ll double it. Come work as my personal, exclusive little maid!”

He emphasized “personal, exclusive little maid” with a suggestive tone that left much to the imagination.

“Fu Jue, how could you fall for Su Ci? She’s just a cheap copy!” Su Xue interjected.

“Hey, Su Xue, I called you ‘Auntie’ out of respect, but don’t actually think you’re something special. You’re the real fake here. I don’t know why my uncle married you.”

“…”

Su Xue gritted her teeth in jealousy. She had no idea when Su Ci had managed to charm the young tyrant of the Fu family. First, it was Fu Nancheng who liked her, and now even his nephew was interested in her. Why were men falling for Su Ci one after another? She refused to accept it!

“Little Ugly, what do you say? Come with me. I’ll take care of you—I’ve got plenty of money.”

“Fu Jue!” Fu Nancheng’s deep, displeased voice rang out as he returned unexpectedly.

“Uncle, why are you back?”

“You’re coming to the company with me today. I need to assess your progress in finance and management.”

Fu Jue immediately groaned in protest. “No, Uncle!”

“Then I’ll call your father and have him freeze all your credit cards.” Fu Nancheng’s expression was unreadable.

What?

Freeze his credit cards?

The “plenty of money” Fu Jue was left stunned by his uncle’s ruthless move. “…”

“Fine, Uncle, I’ll go with you!” Reluctantly, Fu Jue waved at Su Ci. “Little Ugly, I’ll come find you to play another time.”

Finally, both uncle and nephew were gone. Su Ci lowered her lashes when—ding—her phone buzzed with a new message.

It was from an unknown number:

“Break up with my nephew. Now.”