929 The Number Was With Another Woman (2/2)

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.