Lin Shiyu understood everything. She had been tricked to Mexico and both Old Madam and Madam Sikong wanted to push her to Fu Qinglun's side.
But what about her feelings for him?
She had never thought about it.
Three years ago, when she had sent him away, she had really let him go.
She had never thought about the future between them.
This number tag was like a hot potato. She didn't dare to pick it up. If she took this number tag, she would have to dance with him, marry him and become the Young Madam of the Guding family.
At this moment, she heard a flurry of footsteps. Two socialites walked in.
When they saw Lin Shiyu, they immediately revealed their hostility. "Who is this? Isn't this the daughter who married two brothers? How could such a person sneak into this party? She even poisoned Young Master and bewitched him. I think she's a vixen."
"Cici, you're the daughter of the Qiu family. Old Madam really liked you in the past. You're the best candidate to become the Young Madam of the Guding Castle. We're still waiting for your good news, but we didn't expect this vixen to beat us to it. This is so infuriating."
Both of them were attacking Lin Shiyu at the same time.
Especially when they saw Lin Shiyu's ravishing face. She didn't look like a daughter who had been married twice. They gritted their teeth in anger.
They were all women. Why was she so beautiful?
Everyone liked Young Master. Why was she the one being loved?
Lin Shiyu's expression was impassive. She turned off the tap and took out two pieces of tissue to wipe her wet hands. She then looked at the two socialites. "I'll give you my number tag. Do you want it?"
The two socialites' eyes lit up. Madam Sikong had personally given her this number tag. It had to be a predetermined number.
Of course they wanted it!
"Give it to me!" The two socialites stretched out their hands to snatch it.
Lin Shiyu suddenly raised her hand, not letting them grab it.
The two socialites' expressions changed. "Lin Shiyu, are you playing with us?"
Lin Shiyu curved her red lips. "There's only one number tag, but there are two of you. How am I supposed to give it to you? How about this? Slap each other. I'll give it to whoever slaps the fastest. "
The two ladies glanced at each other and raised their hands almost at the same time to slap each other.
The young madam of Castle Guding was too tempting, so they hit each other without hesitation.
Slap! Slap! The sound of two slaps was crisp and loud.
"You … you dare to hit me?"
"I-I, Cici, we've been tricked. It's all because of Lin Shiyu. She's playing us!"
After hitting them, they immediately realized that they had been tricked by Lin Shiyu. "Lin Shiyu, did you do it on purpose?"
Lin Shiyu looked at the red handprints on their faces and laughed lightly. "Your mouths are too smelly. You need to give them a good slap!"
"You!"
"As for the number tag, even if I don't want it, it's not your turn." Lin Shiyu turned around and left.
The two socialites were so angry that their faces were contorted. This Lin Shiyu had really played them in circles so easily.
They looked at Lin Shiyu's elegant back view, her nude dress drawing a stunning arc in the air, cold and aloof.
I can't let her leave just like that!
The two ladies looked at each other viciously and ran forward. With a bang, they locked the bathroom door from the inside.
Lin Shiyu's expression changed. She placed her fair hand on the door handle. "What are you doing? Let me out! "
She was locked in the bathroom.
The two socialites outside laughed loudly. "Lin Shiyu, so what if you have the number tag? You can't get out, Young Master can't see you. You still can't dance with Young Master!"
"That's right! Whoever dances with the Young Master tonight will be the Young Madam of Castle Guding. You can stay here and wait for our good news! "
The two socialites ran away arrogantly.
Lin Shiyu, who was in the bathroom, was speechless.
She hadn't expected to meet such 'socialites' in Mexico!
She couldn't open the door. She was locked from the inside. Lin Shiyu reached for her cell phone, but she was wearing a long dress and didn't have her cell phone with her.
What should she do?
If Fu Qinglun couldn't see her, would he choose someone else to dance with?
Would he marry someone else?
Lin Shiyu leaned her delicate back against the door and looked at the number 18 in her hand. She closed her luscious lashes and curved her red lips slightly. Perhaps … this was an arrangement made by the heavens.
…
At the banquet hall.
The butler walked forward, whispering in Fu Qinglun's ear, "Young Master, can we start dancing?"
Fu Qinglun lifted his eyes and scanned the entire hall with his cold, black eyes. These socialites were all dressed up beautifully, just like blooming flowers. But he couldn't find the beautiful figure in the midst of the flowers.
Lin Shiyu wasn't around.
Where did she go?
Fu Qinglun pursed his thin lips. He recalled the party at the Fu family three years ago. She had the same number tag as him, but she had given it to another woman.
Would it be the same for her this time?
Was she not willing to give him another chance?
Fu Qinglun frowned and said, "Let's begin."
"Good evening, distinguished guests. Next, Young Master will begin the first dance. Beautiful ladies, please raise the number tags in your hands."
The entire hall was in an uproar. The socialites couldn't wait to raise the number tags in their hands. "Young Master, look here, choose me."
"Young Master, choose me, choose me!" …
Fu Qinglun stood in the middle of the dazzling lights. The champagne gold light shone through his neat short hair, giving him a golden glow. His gaze swept past the number tags in the hands of the socialites. There was no number 18.
At this moment, the butler flashed the number tag. "Young Master's number is 18. Where is the lady with the same number tag?"
Number 18?
Everyone looked at each other, looking for number 18.
But there was no number 18.
There was no number 18 here.
At this moment, he heard a crisp voice. "Number 18 is here!"
Fu Qinglun glanced over, his small hand holding onto the number 18 tag.
His gaze shifted downwards, landing on that pretty little face.
It wasn't Lin Shiyu.
It was … Qiu Cici.
For the past three years, Qiu Cici had been a popular candidate for the position of Young Madam of the Guding Castle.
Qiu Cici took a step forward with the number 18 tag in her hand, looking at Fu Qinglun tenderly. "Young Master, I am number 18!"
Fu Qinglun's handsome features didn't change much, but there was a layer of frost in his eyes. Madam Sikong had passed number 18 to Lin Shiyu, but now number 18 was in Qiu Cici's hands.
He stretched his long legs and walked forward, stopping in front of Qiu Cici.
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