Chapter 929

: The Number Was With Another Woman
Lin Shiyu understood everything now. She had been tricked into coming to Mexico. Old Madam and Madam Sikong were pushing her to Fu Qinglun’s side.
But what about her own feelings? She had never thought of them before.
Three years ago when she had sent him away, she had meant to let him go. She had never thought of their future before.
This number was like a hot potato. She didn’t dare pick it up, because if she did, it would mean that she had to dance with him. It would mean that she would have to marry him and become the Young Madam of the Guding Family.
A set of footsteps approached her. Two rich ladies had walked in.
They looked at Lin Shiyu with unmasked hostility.
Who is this? Isn’t she the twice-married woman who married both siblings? I can’t believe they let this sort of person into the party. She’s even poisoned the Young Master and seduced him. What a vixen.


Cici, you’re the Young Madam of the Qiu family. Old Madam used to love you so much and you’re definitely the top candidate to be the wife of the Guding family’s Young Master. We’re still waiting for your good news. Who knew that this vixen would get ahead of you. How infuriating.

The two of them chatted away incessantly, criticizing Lin Shiyu. The fact that Lin Shiyu was gorgeous and didn’t look like she had been twice married made them even more irritated.
They were all women, so why was she so beautiful?
Everyone liked the Young Master of the Castle, so why was she the only one being treated kindly?
Lin Shiyu’s expression was cold. She switched off the tap and pulled two paper towels out to wipe her wet hands, then turned to look at the two rich ladies.
I’ll give my number to you. Do you want it?

Their eyes lit up immediately. Madam Sikong had personally given this number to her. It had to be a pre-decided number.
Of course they wanted it!

Give it to me!
The two of them reached out to snatch the number.
Lin Shiyu suddenly raised her hands up high, not letting them take the number.
Their expressions twisted.
Lin Shiyu, you’re playing with us?

Lin Shiyu’s lips curled up into a faint smile.
There’s only one number, but two of you. How can I hand it over? How about this, the two of you slap each other, and I’ll give the number to the one who slaps faster.

The two rich ladies looked at each other and raised their hands at the same time, giving each other a slap.
They were too entranced by being the Young Madam of Castle Guding, and didn’t hesitate to slap each other.
The two slaps rang out crisp and clear.

How… how dare you hit me!


I… I… Cici, we’ve been tricked. It’s all Lin Shiyu’s doing. She’s playing with us!

They quickly realized Lin Shiyu’s ploy after they had slapped each other.
Lin Shiyu, you did that on purpose!

Lin Shiyu looked at the red marks on their face and laughed lightly.
Your mouths reek too much. They deserve a good slap!


You!


As for this number, even if I didn’t want it, I wouldn’t have given it to the two of you in a million years.
Lin Shiyu turned and left.
Their faces twisted in anger. Lin Shiyu had played with them so easily. They looked at Lin Shiyu’s beautiful back. Her nude chiffon skirt seemed to float beautifully in the air, aloof and proud.
They couldn’t let her leave just like that!
The two rich ladies exchanged a vehement look and ran forward, locking the toilet door with a loud bang.
Lin Shiyu’s expression changed at once, and her pale hands landed on the door handle.
What are you doing? Let me out at once!

She had been trapped in the toilet.
The two rich ladies outside laughed loudly.
Lin Shiyu, so what if you have the number? You can’t dance with Young Master if you’re trapped in here and he can’t see you!


That’s right! Whoever dances with the Young Master tonight will become the Young Madam of Castle Guding. Just wait in there for our good news!

With that, the two of them ran away arrogantly. Lin Shiyu who was trapped in the toilet remained silent.
She never expected to still meet these kind of rich pampered ladies all the way in Mexico!
Now she was locked in and couldn’t open the door. Lin Shiyu reached for her phone but suddenly realized that she was wearing a long dress and hadn’t brought it along.
What should she do?
Would Qinglun choose someone else if he didn’t see her?
Would he marry someone else?
Lin Shiyu pushed her delicate back against the door and looked at the number 18 clutched in her hands. She lowered her lashed and smiled faintly. Perhaps… this was meant to be.
…
At the main party hall.
The butler walked over and whispered softly in Fu Qinglun’s ear,
Young Master, can we start the dance?

Fu Qinglun raised his eyes. His cold, black irises swept across the main hall. The rich ladies had all dressed up magnificently today, and all looked like freshly bloomed flowers. But he didn’t see the most beautiful one of them all in that field of flowers.
Lin Shiyu wasn’t here.
Where was she?
Fu Qinglun pressed his thin lips together. He thought back to the party at the Fu Family party three years ago. She had gotten the same number as him, but she had given it away to another woman.
Was she going to do the same thing this time?
Was she unwilling to give him another chance?
Fu Qinglun raised his eyebrows and said,
Let’s start.


Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. The Young Master will be starting the first dance. Ladies, please raise your numbers high above your head.

Everyone started speaking at once. All the rich ladies raised their numbers excitedly.
Young Master, look over here, choose me!


Young Master, choose me, choose me!

Fu Qinglun stood in the center of all the bright lights, the iridescent light draping over his short hair and the rest of his body, as though he was wrapped in a layer of golden light. His gaze slid over the numbers in the ladies’ hands. Number 18 wasn’t here.
At this moment, the butler lit the number up.
Young Master has picked the number 18. Where is the lady with the same number as him?

18?
Everyone looked at each other, looking for the number 18.
But it wasn’t there.
There was no number 18 here.
At this moment, a set of crisp footsteps sounded out.
Number 18 is here!

Fu Qinglun’s cold eyes immediately shot over. A small hand was clutching the number 18.
His gaze shifted downwards, landing on that beautiful face.
It wasn’t Lin Shiyu.
But… Qiu Cici.
In the past three years, Qiu Cici had been the top contender to be the Young Madam of Castle Guding. Qiu Cici walked forward with the number 18, her eyes shining. She looked at Fu Qinglun gently.
Young Master Fu, I am number 18!

Fu Qinglun’s expression showed little change, but internally he had turned cold. Madam Sikong had passed the number 18 over to Lin Shiyu, but here was Qiu Cici with that number. Was the past repeating itself?
He walked up to her.
Everyone parted to make a path for him. Qiu Cici almost forgot how to breathe as he walked over dashingly with steady footsteps.