Chapter 930
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Under everyone's watchful eyes, Fu Qinglun stopped in front of Qiu Cici and slowly stretched out his large, fair palm.
Oh god, the Young Master was inviting her for a dance!
Qiu Cici quickly stretched her hand out. "Young Master, I …"
She was very confident in her dancing skills. For this party, for this dance, she had even spent a lot of money to hire a dance teacher.
But before she could finish her words, Fu Qinglun raised his hand and snatched the number tag from her hand.
He did not hold her hand, he did not invite her for a dance. He was only doing it for the number tag in her hand!
Qiu Cici's expression changed.
Fu Qinglun lowered his handsome face, his sharp and sinister gaze sweeping past the number 18. He moved his thin lips. "Where did you get this number from?"
Qiu Cici averted her gaze. This number tag was fake.
The real number tag was with Lin Shiyu. She had not given it to her.
"Young … Young Master, this number tag was given to me by someone else."
Someone else gave it to her?
Madam Sikong stepped forward and whispered, "Ah Sen, I personally gave this number tag to Shi 'shi. Could it be that … Shi' shi gave it to Miss Qiu?"
Fu Qinglun pursed his lips into a straight line and looked at Qiu Cici impassively. "Where is she?"
"She … she … I don't know either."
Fu Qinglun glanced at the butler. "Go and find her! Even if you have to dig three feet underground, you must find her! "
"Yes, Young Master." The butler quickly led his men to find Lin Shiyu.
Everyone looked at each other. They had not expected the Young Master of Castle Guding to fly into a rage because of Lin Shiyu.
At this moment, Father Qiu walked forward and shielded his daughter, Qiu Cici. "Young Master, the Qiu family has always been friends with Castle Guding and Cici has always admired Young Master. The rule of this ball is that whoever has the same number tag as Young Master can dance with Young Master and become the Young Madam of Castle Guding. Now that my daughter has the number tag, does Young Master want to change the rules?"
"That's right. Miss Cici is infatuated with Young Master. Now that fate has brought them together, Young Master should choose an auspicious day to marry Miss Cici at the Qiu family." …
The other presidents echoed.
"Matriarch, what should we do?" Madam Sikong looked at Matriarch anxiously.
Old Madam stood rooted to the ground and didn't move forward. Her murky yet sharp gaze landed on the number plate in Fu Qinglun's hand and she said softly, "Can't you tell that this number plate is fake?"
Madam Sikong took a closer look and saw that the number plate had indeed been altered. If one didn't look closely, they wouldn't be able to tell.
"Outrageous! This Young Lady Qiu is from a prestigious family, but she actually did such a deceitful thing. I'll go tell Ah Sen right now and expose her!" Madam Sikong stepped forward angrily.
But Old Matriarch extended her hand and stopped Madam Sikong. Old Matriarch laughed to herself. "Do you think Ah Sen can't tell?"
"What do you mean?" Madam Sikong was confused. Since Ah Sen could tell, why didn't he expose her on the spot?
How dare the Qiu family dream of marrying their daughter into Castle Guding to be the Young Madam. How shameless!
"Haha." Old Matriarch patted Madam Sikong's hand mysteriously and happily. "Ah Sen has his own plans. Little Shi 'shi is stuck in her past and can't move forward. It's time to give her a push!"
Madam Sikong was even more confused. Old Matriarch understood Ah Sen, but she didn't. What exactly was this grandfather-granddaughter pair up to?
At this moment, she heard a deep and magnetic voice. "After this dance, I will give President Qiu and Young Lady Qiu an explanation."
Fu Qinglun said.
Qiu Cici's eyes instantly lit up. What did he mean?
He didn't agree to marry her, but he didn't reject her either!
Could it be that he would really marry her?
The socialites immediately shot envious glances at him. Fu Qinglun's ambiguous answer really gave them a lot of hope.
"Young Master." At this moment, the butler rushed over. "I've found Young Lady Lin!"
…
In the washroom.
Lin Shiyu was still chained up. She stood on the stool and opened the window. Looking down, she saw that it was about seven to eight meters high. If she jumped down from here, she would probably fall to her death.
She didn't dare to.
At this moment, there was a flurry of footsteps outside the door. "Young Master, Young Lady Lin is here!"
Fu Qinglun was here?
She heard the sound of the door opening. The washroom door had been opened.
Lin Shiyu quickly jumped down from the stool, but she didn't manage to stand properly and sprained her ankle.
Hiss.
It hurt so much.
She furrowed her pretty brows in pain and her delicate body also fell to the ground.
At this moment, a tall and handsome figure appeared in front of her. A strong arm wrapped around her svelte waist and she was immediately pulled into a warm and broad embrace.
She lifted her eyes to look. Fu Qinglun's handsome face was magnified in her vision.
He was really here.
Fu Qinglun's handsome features were slightly frosty and his low voice was laced with displeasure. "Why are you so stupid? How can you fall like this?"
"…"
Fu Qinglun helped her sit on the stool and then knelt down on one knee. His long fingers lifted her dress and wrapped her delicate ankle in his palm.
"Did you sprain your ankle?"
He examined her injury attentively, his calloused fingers caressing the delicate skin on her ankle.
The area where he had caressed felt like it was burning, and ripples formed rapidly. Lin Shiyu quickly retracted her ankle.
But the man held it tightly and didn't let her retract it.
He lifted his handsome face to look at her and curved his thin lips. "When did you become so sensitive? You can't even stand a touch?"
"…"
Lin Shiyu kicked him with her snow-white foot. "Mr Smithson, do you think you'll get the pleasure you want by behaving like a hooligan?"
"…"
Fu Qinglun grabbed the tip of her foot and massaged it gently.
"Young Master." The butler stood respectfully outside the door. "Do you want me to call the doctor?"
Lin Shiyu glanced at the butler. The dignified Young Master of Castle Guding was actually lowering himself to massage her feet. The more ancient and mysterious the family, the higher the status of the man. In the butler's eyes, this was probably inappropriate.
Lin Shiyu's pretty face blushed unnaturally. She lowered her eyes to look at the man. He didn't seem to notice anything amiss at all. His side profile was focused and handsome, just like an ink painting.
"Let the doctor come."
"Other than me, no one else is allowed to touch your feet!" He said domineeringly.
"… Young Master Fu, why do you have time to come here? Have you danced?" Lin Shiyu changed the topic.
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