Chapter 556: Dancing Together

Under the gaze of the whole audience, Fu Qinglun stopped in front of Qiu Cici, and then slowly stretched out his white and clean big hand.

Oh my God, the young master is inviting her to dance!

Qiu Cici quickly handed over her little hand, "Young master, I..."

She was very confident in her dancing skills. For this party and this dance, she also spent a lot of money to hire a dance teacher.

But before she finished her words, Fu Qinglun raised his hand and snatched the number card in her hand.

He didn't hold her hand, he didn't invite her to dance, he just wanted the number card in her hand!

Qiu Cici's face changed drastically.

Fu Qinglun lowered his handsome eyelids, and his sharp and sinister eyes swept over the number 18. He lifted his thin lips, "Where did this number card come from?"

Qiu Cici's eyes dodged, this number card was fake.

The real number card was in Lin Shiyu's hand, and she didn't give it to her.

"Young... Young master, this number card was given to me by someone else."

Given by someone else?

Madam Sikong stepped forward and whispered, "Asen, I gave this number plate to Shishi in person. Could it be that... Shishi gave it to Miss Qiu?"

Fu Qinglun pursed his thin lips into a pale arc, and he glanced at Qiu Cici lightly, "Where is she?"

"She...she...I don't know either."

Fu Qinglun glanced at the housekeeper, "Go find her! Even if you have to dig three feet deep, you must find her for me!"

"Yes, Master." The housekeeper quickly took people to find Lin Shiyu.

Everyone looked at each other in surprise. They didn't expect that the young master of Guding Castle would be furious because of Lin Shiyu.

At this time, Qiu's father stepped forward and protected his daughter Qiu Cici, "Young Master, our Qiu family has always been friends with Guding Castle, and Cici has always admired the Young Master. The rule of this dance is that whoever gets the same number card as the Young Master can dance with the Young Master and become the Young Lady of Guding Castle. Now my daughter Cici has got it. Does the Young Master want to change the rules?"

"That's right. Miss Cici is infatuated with the Young Master. Now that fate is like this, the Young Master should choose an auspicious day to go to the Qiu family to marry Miss Cici."...

The other CEOs echoed.

"Old Lady, what should we do?" Madam Sikong was very anxious and looked at the old lady beside her.

The old lady stood there and did not step forward. Her turbid and sharp eyes fell on the number card in Fu Qinglun's hand, and whispered, "Don't you see that this number card is fake?"

Madam Sikong looked closely and found that the number card did have traces of being modified, which could not be seen without careful observation.

"It's absurd. Miss Qiu is from a famous family, but she actually did such a deceiving thing. I'm going to tell Asen now and expose her!" Madam Sikong stepped forward angrily.

But the old lady reached out and stopped Madam Sikong. The old lady laughed secretly, "Do you think Asen didn't see it?"

"What do you mean?" Madam Sikong was confused. Since Asen saw it, why didn't Asen expose her on the spot?

This Qiu family actually dared to dream of marrying their daughter to Guding Castle to be a young lady. They are so shameless.

"Hehe," the old lady patted Madam Sikong's hand mysteriously and gratified, "Asen has his own plans. This little Shishi is trapped in the nightmare of the past and hesitates. It's time to push her!"

Madam Sikong was even more confused. The old lady understood Asen, but she didn't understand. What was the plan of this pair of grandparents and grandchildren?

At this time, a low, mellow and magnetic voice came to her ear, "When this dance is over, I will naturally give an explanation to President Qiu and Miss Qiu."

Fu Qinglun said so.

Qiu Cici's eyes lit up quickly. What did he mean?

He didn't agree to marry her, but he didn't refuse either!

Could it be that he would really marry her?

Those noble ladies quickly gave envious glances. Fu Qinglun's ambiguous answer really gave great hope.

"Master," the housekeeper hurried over at this time, "Miss Lin has been found!"

...

In the bathroom.

Lin Shiyu was still locked up. She stood on a stool, opened the window, and looked down. It was about seven or eight meters high. If she jumped from here, she would probably be killed.

She didn't dare.

At this time, a series of footsteps came from outside the door, "Master, Miss Lin is here!"

Fu Qinglun is here?

The sound of the door opening came from my ears, and the door of the bathroom was opened.

Lin Shiyu quickly jumped off the stool, but she didn't stand firmly, and her heel twisted.

Hiss.

It hurts.

She frowned in pain, and her delicate body fell to the ground.

At this time, a tall and handsome figure came into sight, and a strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, and she was directly held in a warm and wide embrace.

She looked up, and Fu Qinglun's handsome face enlarged in her sight.

He really came.

Fu Qinglun's handsome features were covered with a layer of light frost, and his low and mellow voice also revealed a sense of unpleasant sharpness, "How can you be so stupid that you can fall like this?"

"..."

Fu Qinglun helped her sit on the chair, then squatted on one knee, and his slender fingers lifted her floor-length gauze skirt and wrapped her small and delicate ankle in his palm.

"Did you sprain it?"

He concentrated on checking her injury, and his rough thumb stroked the delicate muscles on her ankle.

The place he stroked seemed to be burned, and ripples quickly swayed. Lin Shiyu quickly retracted her ankle.

However, the man held it tightly and did not let her take it back.

He raised his handsome eyelids and looked at her, curling his thin lips, "When did you become so sensitive that you can't stand being touched?"

"..."

Lin Shiyu kicked him with her snow-white little feet, "Mr. Smithson, will you get the pleasure you want by being a hooligan like this?"

"..."

Fu Qinglun grabbed her toes and gently massaged her in circles.

"Young Lord." The housekeeper stood respectfully outside the door, "Do you want to call a doctor?"

Lin Shiyu glanced at the housekeeper. The young Lord of Guding Castle actually lowered his status to kneel down and massage her feet. The more ancient and mysterious the family, the more noble the status of the man. This was probably indecent in the eyes of the housekeeper.

Two unnatural blushes appeared on Lin Shiyu's beautiful face. She lowered her eyes to look at the man. He didn't think it was wrong at all. His profile was focused and handsome, like a carved ink painting.

"Let the doctor come."

"Don't let anyone touch your feet except me!" He said in a strong and domineering manner.

"...Mr. Fu, how come you have time to come here? Have you ever danced?" Lin Shiyu changed the subject.

Fu Qinglun glanced at the number plate she placed next to the washbasin, then stood up and carried her sideways, "Let's go dance now!"