Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Li Shiyu looked up. Fu Qinglun was already standing in the glimmering hall with the spotlights on him. This handsome and refined man had instantly become the center of attention.

Wasn't he number 68?

How did it suddenly become number 33?

"Which female guest got number 33 and is lucky enough to be Young Master Fu's dance partner?" The host asked with a smile.

"Number 33 is here! It's with Mrs Fu!" someone shouted.

Lin Shiyu was so shocked that she almost dropped her cake. She took a look at the number in her hands. It was number 33. Cursing inwardly, she realized she had fallen for his trick!

"That can't be. I remember Mrs Fu didn't have number 33. Did she swap numbers with someone else so that she could dance with Young Master Fu?"

"Haha, Mrs Fu. You're so strict with Young Master Fu. Nobody would dare to toe the line under your supervision."

"…"

At this moment, the crowd dispersed to create a path. Fu Qinglun walked over in a calm and steady manner. Pursing his lips, he said in a condescending tone, "Mrs Fu, are you that eager to dance with me?"

"…"

Without even thinking, Lin Shiyu already knew it was one of his tricks. To think he actually preempted her action and retaliated. How… childish.

"Oh no, I've sprained my ankle. Young Master Fu, you'll have to find someone else to dance with." Lin Shiyu walked away.

Looking at her cold yet beautiful demeanor, the gloominess in his ink black eyes were about to burst out. There was a voice resonating in his ears, telling him that Mrs Fu despised him…

Did she despise him so much, she did not even want to dance with him?

Fu Qinglun stretched his legs went after Lin Shiyu. Bending over, he lifted her up and carried her into his arms.

"Oh my! Young Master Fu just picked Mrs Fu up and carried her away. How romantic!"

"They're so sweet and loving!"

Lin Ruoxi stood in the crowd, clenching the number 68 in her hands.

Lin Shiyu, you'd better watch out!

…

In the luxurious car.

Fu Qinglun placed her carelessly into the rear seat. Lin Shiyu frowned at this man. "Young Master Fu, are you using me to vent your anger because you're unhappy that Lu Qi'er exposed your secret of being a spare tyre all this time?"

Fu Qinglun gazed at her tiny face. As she had just eaten cake, her cherry lips were stained with cream. His pupils darkened and he retorted instead, "Wipe your mouth."

"… What?"

Her line of vision soon turned dark as he inched closer to her. A waft of masculinity gushed up her delicate nostrils as his fingers gripped her shoulder and pinned her against the seat. Meanwhile, he took a tissue to wipe the corner of her mouth with his other hand.

"Your lips are so dirty. Are you a child? How can you even get stained by cream when you eat cake?"

The man's handsome face could barely conceal his disgust. As someone who had been born and bred in the higher classes of society, he was extremely fussy when it came to etiquette and appearance. Let alone, he was a clean freak, so was utterly disgusted when he saw her in such a state.

Even though he was disgusted, his gaze towards Lin Shiyu was deep with a hint of pervading darkness.

Now that her delicate body was in his arms, she felt extremely uncomfortable as she was not used to being this close to him. Raising her pretty eyes rows, she gave him a mocking smile. "Oh? Young Master Fu, even if I have something on my lips, why are you so angry? Or are you thinking dirty? Look at the cream on my lips. What dirty image has formed in your mind?"

The pure scent of the woman drifted up his nose, overwhelming his senses when stood closer and gently rubbed at her lips with a tissue. The offensive cream came off of her supple red lips, removing the tinge of color with his touch. The harder he rubbed, the more came off, and such an alluring sight, mixed with her fragrant scent, caused his Adam's apple to move vigorously. "Mrs Fu, you must be thinking I'm evil, hm?"