Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle Chapter 930

Chapter 930: Dancing to the Same Melody

Under everyone’s gazes, Fu Qinglun stopped in front of Qiu Cici and reached out with his fair hands.

Oh G.o.d, the Young Master was inviting her to a dance!

Qiu Cici quickly gave her small hands over to him. “Young Master… I…”

She was extremely confident in her dancing skills. For this party and this dance, she had spent a fortune on a dance instructor.

But before she could finish her sentence, Fu Qinglun raised his hands and took the number from her fingers.

He didn’t hold her hand, didn’t invite her to dance. He was only interested in the number in her hand!

Qiu Cici’s expression turned ugly.

Fu Qinglun lowered his eyes, his sharp gaze raking over the number 18. He parted his thin lips and asked, “Where did you get this number?”

Qiu Cici avoided his gaze. The number was fake. The real number was with Lin s.h.i.+yu. She hadn’t given it to her.

“Young… young master, someone gave me this number.”

Someone?

Madam Sikong walked forward and said softly, “Ah Sen, I gave this number personally to s.h.i.+s.h.i.+. Is it possible that..s.h.i.+’s.h.i.+ gave this to Miss Qiu?”

Fu Qinglun pressed his lips together so tight they turned white. He looked lightly at Qiu Cici. “Where is she?”

“She… she..I don’t know as well.”

Fu Qinglun threw the butler a gaze. “Look for her! I don’t care if you have to dig the ground up. Find her!’

“Yes, Young Master.” The butler quickly went looking for her with a few other people.

Everyone exchanged glances. Who knew the Young Master of Castle Guding would show his wrath over Lin s.h.i.+yu.

At this moment, Master Qiu walked forward to defend his daughter. “Young Master, the Qiu Family and the Guding Family have been friends for generations. Cici has always looked up to you as well. The rules of this dance were that the person who received the same number as you would have a dance with you and become the Young Madam of Castle Guding. Now that my daughter Cici has drawn that number, are you trying to change the rules?”

“That’s right, Miss Qiu Cici has always been smitten with Young Master. Now that fate has brought the two of you together, Young Master should choose an auspicious date to ask for Cici’s hand in marriage at the Qiu Family home.”

The other businessmen all remarked similarly.

“Old Madam, what do we do now?” Madam Sikong looked at Old Madam anxiously.

Old Madam stood her ground. Her murky yet sharp eyes landed on the number in Fu Qinglun’s hand and she said softly, “Can’t you tell that the number is fake?”

Madam Sikong gave the number a good look. The number did look as though it had been worked on, but this was only visible on closer inspection.

“How preposterous. Miss Qiu is from such a prestigious family. How dare she do something as dishonest as this? I’ll tell Ah Sen and expose her at once!” Madam Sikong walked forward angrily.

But Old Madam reached out to stop Madam Sikong. She laughed to herself and said, “You think Ah Sen hasn’t figured it out already?”

“What do you mean?” Madam Sikong was stunned. If he had already figured it out, why wasn’t he exposing her on the spot?”

How dare the Qiu Family still dream of making their daughter the Young Madam of Castle Guding. How brazen of them! Prospeterous!

Old Madam laughed and patted Madam Sikong’s hand mysteriously, comforting her. “Ah Sen has his own plans. Little s.h.i.+’s.h.i.+ is still stuck in the past. It’s time to give her a pus.h.!.+”

Now Madam gSikong was utterly confused. Old Madam understood Ah Sen the most, but she on the other hand, couldn’t understand what exactly they were thinking.

At this moment, a low, magnetic voice rang out beside them. “Once this dance ends, I will address President Qiu and Miss Qiu,” Fu Qinglun said.

Qiu Cici’s eyes lit up. What did he mean? Although he hadn’t promised to marry her, but hadn’t rejected her either!

Was he actually going to marry her?

The other rich ladies looked at her with envy. Fu Qinglun’s vague answer had given everyone hope.

“Young Master.” At this moment, the butler ran over hurriedly. “I found Miss Lin!”

…

In the bathroom.

Lin s.h.i.+yu was still locked inside the toilet. She stood on the stool and opened the window, looking down. It looked like it was seven to eight meters to the ground. She would probably die if she jumped from here.

She didn’t dare.

At this moment, a set of footsteps approached from the outside. “Young Master, Miss Lin is here!”

Fu Qinglun was here?

She heard the door being unlocked, and the toilet door was opened.

Lin s.h.i.+yu quickly jumped down from the stool, but lost her balance, and her heel twisted beneath her.

Hiss. It hurt!

Her eyebrows scrunched together in pain as she fell towards the floor.

At this moment, a tall, handsome figure entered her line of sight. A pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist and she fell into someone’s warm embrace.

She raised her eyes. Fu Qinglun’s handsome face was right next to hers.

He had really come.

Fu Qinglun ‘s handsome features were cold, and his low voice was sharp. “How could you be so foolish? Falling just like that?”

s.h.i.+yui remained quiet.

Fu Qinglun brought her over to sit on the chair. He went down on one knee, his long fingers lifting her chiffon skirt as he wrapped his palm around her delicate heel.

“Did you twist your ankle?”

He inspected her injury closely, his rough thumb rubbing against the skin of her foot. The area he touched was getting warmer, as waves of sensation spread from there. Lin s.h.i.+yu quickly retracted her foot.

But he held on tight and refused to let her go.

He lifted his beautiful eyes and looked at her, his thin lips curving up at the corners. “When did you become so sensitive? Can’t take it even when I touch you just a little?”

Refusing to speak, s.h.i.+yu still remained quiet. But she kicked him with her pale feet. “Mr Smithson, do you feel good when you’re being so unreasonable?”

Fu Qinglun kept silent. Instead, he grabbed her feet and started ma.s.saging them.

“Young Master, ” the butler at the door said, “Should I call for a doctor?”

Lin s.h.i.+yu looked at the butler. The Young Master of Castle Guding was bending down and attending to her feet. The older a family was, the more the men were respected in the family. In the butler’s eyes, what they were doing had to seem extremely inappropriate.

Lin s.h.i.+yu’s beautiful face flushed red. She lowered her eyes to look at him. He seemed as though he hadn’t noticed anything. His side profile was serious and handsome and he looked like a work of art.

“You can bring the doctー.”

“No one else other than me can touch your leg!” he said authoritatively.

“Young Master Fu, how do you have time to be here? Have you had your dance?” Lin s.h.i.+yu changed the subject.

Fu Qinglun looked lightly as the number behind her on the was.h.i.+ng basin, then lifted her up in his arms. “Let’s have the dance now!”