Chapter 198 - Dont Overestimate Yourself. Neither Fu Qinglun or You Are Worthy Enough for Me to Play Games With

Chapter 198: Don’t Overestimate Yourself. Neither Fu Qinglun or You Are Worthy Enough for Me to Play Games With

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Lin Shiyu pursed her red lips and uttered a small “haha” before continuing, “Mother, you’re so good to me.”

Madam Fu’s face softened immediately and she smiled beautifully like a flower. “Shiyu, you don’t need to be so touched. Don’t worry, since mother has no daughter to dote on, I’ll treat you as my own daughter.”

Initially, Lin Shiyu was not emotional, neither did she have the intention to cry. However, upon hearing Madam Fu’s words, her heart quickly softened as she felt a warm feeling. In this world, Madam Fu was the second person who truly doted on her apart, from her own mother.

However, it was a pity. She was destined to have no fate with Madam Fu.

Lin Shiyu looked at Lin Ruoxi, only to see her frantically trying to peek at Fu Qinglun’s number. It looked as if she had gone crazy just wanting to dance with Fu Qinglun.

Lin Shiyu walked up and passed her number over.

“For you.”

Lin Ruoxi turned and looked at the number 68. She asked warily, “What do you mean by this?”

His handsome face turned gloomy. Staring at the waiter coldly, he moved his thin lips. “What did you say?”

The waiter shuddered and replied in a long-winded manner, “M-Mrs Fu really gave number 68 to Lin Ruoxi. Mrs Fu even... teased... Lin Ruoxi to do her best to hook up with you.”

The moment he said that, Fu Qinglun frowned. This little vixen!

He exuded a cold and playful smile and whispered a few words to the waiter. The waiter quickly left to execute the plan.

Lin Shiyu was eating cake as she waited for the drama to unfold. At this moment, a girl shoved a number into her arms and said, “Help me take for a while. My stomach hurts, I need to go to the washroom.”

The girl ran away in a hurry.

Lin Shiyu looked at the girl’s back view. What a strange one.

At this moment, the host was already on stage and guests were looking at him in anticipation. After a moment of introduction, he was calling out a number in excitement.

“Number 33. Which two guests have number 33 in their hands?”

A loud murmuring washed over the room as everyone scrambled for their tickets to check.

“Wah! It’s Young Master Fu!” someone screamed excitedly.