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 god, 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 Shiyu. 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 Shishi. Is it possible that..Shi’shi 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 Shiyu.

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.”

Lin Shiyu 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?”

Shiyui 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 Shiyu 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, Shiyu 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 massaging them.

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

Lin Shiyu 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 Shiyu’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 Shiyu changed the subject.

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