Defrosting The Cold Young Master

Chapter 102: Dad is the Best

Translator: 549690339

Xie Yunlin guessed right, Gu Junzhu really decided to let Xie Jinfei go.

However, the reason was not because they had known each other since they were young, and Gu Junzhu was unwilling to be too harsh.

It was because he was Ye Xingbei’s biological brother.

Gu Junzhu really wanted to know, one day in the future, when Xie Jinfei discovered that he almost caused his own sister to be seriously injured and disfigured for his cousin, how he would look.

His attitude towards Xie Jinfei in the future would be determined by Xie Jinfei’s attitude towards Ye Xingbei after learning that she was his sister.

If Xie Jinfei was truly in love with Ye Xingbei, then Gu Junzhu could forgive the incident where Xie Jinfei nearly hurt her.

But if he looked down on Ye Xingbei, and continued to look at her with that disdainful gaze like the day at the hotel.

Well.

Then don’t blame him for being rude.

It might be a bit late to settle accounts after the autumn, but it’s okay to collect a bit of interest!

When he returned to the villa, he sent Xiao Shumiao back to the bedroom.

Ye Xingbei stayed by Xiao Shumiao’s side, not leaving for a moment.

It wasn’t until the evening that the little guy slowly woke up.

As he slowly opened his eyes, Ye Xingbei held his tiny hand to her face, tears of joy streaming down her face.

The little guy blinked his eyes in confusion, then extended his other hand to wipe Ye Xingbei’s tears. He puckered his little mouth and said, “Mommy, why are you crying? When you cry, I want to cry too.”

As he spoke, his big dark eyes filled with tears.

Ye Xingbei laughed through her tears and held him in her arms, “Mommy isn’t crying, Mommy is just so happy! My baby, you’ve been sleeping all day and you scared me to death. If you didn’t wake up, I really would have been scared to death.”

“What’s so scary about sleeping?” The little guy didn’t understand and raised his little hand to pat Ye Xingbei’s head, saying in a serious tone: “Don’t be scared! Mommy, Xiao Shu will protect you!”

“You better not protect mommy anymore!” Ye Xingbei held him tightly, fearing, “Babies aren’t supposed to fight, you’re still too small. If you meet a bad guy, hide away. You’re so small, one wave of their hand could knock you down. Look, your little head got hurt and needed three stitches. I’m heartbroken!”

As Ye Xingbei continued to speak, she became more heartbroken and tears streamed down her face.

The place where the little guy had his stitches hurt a bit. He reached back to touch it, but Ye Xingbei grabbed his little hand, “Don’t touch it, it will heal slower!”

The little guy obediently retracted his hand, wiping his mother’s tears, “Mommy don’t cry, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

Just as Ye Xingbei was about to say something, the door sounded and Gu Junzhu walked in.

When the little guy saw Gu Junzhu, his eyes immediately lit up and he cheerfully called out, “Dad!”

His deep black eyes shined at the sight of Gu Junzhu, full of energy, not at all like a child who just suffered a concussion.

Seeing his dependant adoring gaze, Gu Junzhu’s heart softened, striding over to the bedside, he picked up the little guy, asking softly, “Baby, does your head still hurt? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

The little guy lifted both of his short arms, tightly hugging Gu Junzhu’s neck, his beautiful big eyes curved into crescents as he smiled, “I feel so comfortable when daddy holds me, there’s no pain at all!”

He hugged Gu Junzhu’s neck tighter, staring at him with delight, as if he could never get enough.

Ye Xingbei shook her head with a smile, “Some people are fanatics for money, for songs, for movies, but our Xiao Shu is a fanatic for his dad. He’s like a wolf who has seen a piece of meat when he sees his dad, his eyes light up!”

The little guy nestled his entire body into Gu Junzhu’s embrace, rubbed his little face against Gu Junzhu in a show of dependency, and said softly, “Daddy is the best, so fragrant!”

Ye Xingbei pretended to be jealous, covered her chest in a injured manner, and asked with a mournful face, “What about mommy?”