Chapter 953
Lin Shiyu’s heart skipped a beat. She looked at the robe in the display window, gentleness oozing from her beautiful eyes.
Of course she knew his heart.
Ever since she decided to take the first step forward over to his side, she decided to open her heart up to him and communicate properly with his feelings.
Qiu Cici’s face was already twisted with anger and she was mad with jealousy. Even though Young Master had announced that the two of them were getting married, other than the one time at the mall, she hadn’t seen him at all.
She didn’t look like a bride-to-be at all. She had no wedding dress and no wedding letters. She was practically still single. And now rumors were flying all around Mexico that Young Master was not planning on marrying her at all. She was basically a joke.
Even though everyone was praising her and flattering her on the surface, they were all whispering about her behind her back.
And now even the wedding robe wouldn’t fit her and to make matters worse, it had been tailored to Lin Shiyu’s measurements. Everyone could guess what the Young Master was thinking.
“Stop dreaming, the person the Young Master wants to marry is me!” Qiu Cici hissed angrily as she clenched her fists tight.
Delia nodded. “That’s right, he’s my driver. He’s a little old and his right leg is gone, but he’s still strong. He’s an honest man, silent and hardworking.”
Hearing this, Gu Mohan silently retracted his gaze and gave Fu Qinglun a look. Fu Qinglun returned the same look as well.
It was Lu Yan.
So Lu Yan had already gotten close to Delia and had come all the way to Mexico.
At that moment, they heard a commotion coming from elsewhere. Something was happening at the stairs.
What was happening?
As the Young Master of Castle Guding, Fu Qinglun quickly put down his wine glass and strode towards the noise.
A few bodyguards were clutching their waists at the foot of the stairs, having obviously taken a bad fall. A slim and lithe figure stood at the top of the stairs.
It was An’an.
An’an was in a black, off-the-shoulder silk dress, the smooth material wrapping around her perfect figure. The dress draped softly onto the floor as she leaned lazily against the wall, guarding the stairs. Her side profile was cold and sharp.
“Young Master,” the butler said as he ran over hastily, wiping his cold sweat, “Young Master, it’s bad! There were a few women fighting upstairs and they smashed everything in the room!”
What?
Fu Qinglun’s face darkened. He glanced sideways at Gu Mohan.
Gu Mohan’s deep, narrow eyes landed on An’an. An’an was guarding the stairs and not letting anyone go up. Were they supposed to guess who was fighting upstairs?
How ridiculous!
At this moment, the room door opened with a bang. Qiu Cici and her cronies ran down the stairs, crying. Without waiting further, Qiu Cici jumped into her parents’ embrace. “Daddy, Mommy, someone hit me!”
Fu Qinglun and Gu Mohan looked at her. Qiu Cici looked terrible. Her clothes were all torn and she had small scratches on her beautiful face.
As Qiu Cici was the top socialite of Mexico, everyone was shocked to see that she had been hit.
“Oh god, who hit Miss Qiu?”
“Looking at how Miss Qiu is, the other person must have been really savage.”
“Young Master, this is your territory. How dare they make a move in here! You need to punish them harshly!”
Everyone fell into a flurry of discussion, criticizing the attackers.
At that moment, two other slim figures appeared at the top of the stairs. Tang Mo’er and Lin Shiyu came out. The two of them stood with An’an, looking down at everyone.
“Young Master, the culprits are out. You need to punish them well!”
“Aren’t they the three beauties of the Capital? How impudent of them to come all the way here to challenge the socialites of Mexico!”
Gu Mohan and Fu Qinglun stood downstairs staring up at the three women, speechless.