Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 953: Fight!

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.

Tang Mo’er raised her beautiful brows. “You may have to shrink your breasts down first if you want to marry him.”

“You!” Qiu Cici was so angry she was about to vomit blood. She couldn’t take it anymore and rushed towards Lin Shiyu with her sleeves rolled up. “You vixen, I’ve wanted to teach you a lesson ever since we met in the mall the last time! What are you people still looking at? Remember how the bodyguards slapped you guys last time? It’s your turn to beat these two to death!”

Her cronies were immediately motivated by her words. They exchanged a few looks and rushed forward.

“You two men-seducing sl*ts, things have always been so peaceful within the socialite scene in Mexico, but ever since the two of you arrived, everything has become chaotic. We’re going to beat you up so bad you’re going to run crying back to your mommies!”

They were about to fight!

Tang Mo’er’s eyes flashed, her brows arching coldly. “Shiyu, are you scared of them? There’s two of us and four of them. We need to take two people each.”

Lin Shiyu put her phone on the shelf and smiled lightly. “I’ve never been afraid of fighting anyone.”

The two sisters exchanged a smile.

Ten minutes later, a piercing and desperate cry resounded through the room. “Stop it, it hurts… we admit defeat. Please let us go, stop hitting us…”

Qiu Cici and her three other cronies were sprawled on the floor. Their makeup was all ruined and their bodies were full of wounds. They were crying miserably and looked utterly pathetic.

Lin Shiyu was pulling hard on Qiu Cici’s hair. “How obedient. You’re not the only one who was itching to teach someone a lesson the last time. I wanted to teach you one as well.”

Qiu Cici only sobbed miserably.

Tang Mo’er was sitting on one of her cronies. “How dare you even try to bully the two of us? We’ll show you who’s going back crying to their mommies!”

Qui Cici still didn’t speak.

She suddenly stood up. “Someone, help! Help us!”

As Qiu Cici was the rich daughter of the Qiu Family, bodyguards accompanied her wherever she went. In fact, they were standing outside guarding the stairs right now. The moment she shrieked, a few black-clad bodyguards ran in swiftly.

But they had only taken a step before a small hand reached over and caught hold of their shoulders, pulling them back. One bodyguard fell and rolled down the stairs.

The few other bodyguards fell and rolled down the stairs after him.

The banquet hall was below. Gentlemen in suits and ladies in dresses were all making jovial conversation with glasses on wine in their hands, a picture of elegance. The sudden events made a few of them scream in fear.

The banquet hall quickly fell into uproar.

—-“What’s happening? Why were there people rolling down the stairs?”

—-“What was that sound coming from upstairs? I think I can hear someone crying.”

Fu Qinglun and Gu Mohan were standing under the bright lights of the main hall, talking to the guests. The two of them stood tall and dignified, already the main focus of the entire room.

“Mr Smithson, President Gu, it’s good to meet the two of you.” Delia said with a smile.

Even though Delia was a drug trafficker, he was still an international magnate on the surface. Everyone still showed some respect for him.

Fu Qinglun’s lips curved up into a smile and he nodded slightly.

On the other side, Gu Mohan sipped the wine in his hand, then looked towards the corner of the main hall. There was a tall, built figure lurking in the shadows, but he was hard to miss.

“Mr Delia, is that your man?” Gu Mohan asked.

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.