Defrosting The Cold Young Master

Chapter 81: It Won’t Hurt After a Little Blow

Translator: 549690339

After he and his older brother arrived in Beijing, their grandfather sternly warned them that they absolutely must not cross Gu Junzhu.

But inadvertently, he did.

While attacking, all he remembered was that Ye Xingbei had a bastard child with a stranger when she was only sixteen. He completely forgot what his older brother had told him about Ye Xingbei’s marriage alliance with Gu Junzhu.

Now he was shaken to his core, filled with deep regret.

No matter how much he regretted, Xiang Bingzhi was still his cousin.

When Xiang Bingzhi’s wrist was broken by Gu Junzhu’s kick, he couldn’t abandon her. He could only grit his teeth, help Xiang Bingzhi to the sofa, and call for medical attention.

Seeing Gu Chi point at Xiang Bingzhi, Xueno’s gaze fell on Xiang’s face. Before he could react, Ye Yiyang, who had come in with them, charged at Xiang Bingzhi like a little cannonball.

He ran up to Xiang Bingzhi, jumped, and grabbed her hair all at once.

Yanked hard by him, the pain caused Xiang Bingzhi to scream and lean towards Ye Yiyang involuntarily.

Ye Yiyang held her hair tightly and strenuously pulled her towards his chest.

Xiang Bingzhi fell to the ground from his pulling, screaming continuously.

Seeing Xiang Bingzhi fall, little Ye Yiyang pouted, saying nothing. He climbed onto Xiang Bingzhi, and clenched his tiny fists. Drawing on his full strength, he pounded at Xiang Bingzhi’s face, wrathfully shouting: “You bullied my mom, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you! I’m only five, I won’t be prosecuted for murder, if you dare to bully my mom, I will kill you, even if you die, you deserve it!”

The child Ye Yiyang fiercely muttered threats while drawing on all his strength to viciously hammer at Xiang Bingzhi’s face.

The little one’s strength couldn’t compare to an adult’s, but when he hit someone’s face with all his might, it had to be quite painful.

His punches came down one after another, and soon blood began to flow from Xiang Bingzhi’s face which soon became a palette of blues and purples.

Xie Jinfei was stunned.

The little boy was only five, and had been weak and sickly since birth, with a poor digestive system. He looked much younger than his peers, more like a three or four-year-old.

But seeing his bulging eyes and fierce fighting, his aura flared brightly, he was even more formidable than many adults.

Xie Jinfei was taken aback and it took him a moment to come back to his senses and rush to help.

Gu Chi and Xueno immediately stepped forward and shielded the little boy, their eyes fixed menacingly on Xie Jinfei.

Xie Jinfei had come out to play with friends today and did not bring any bodyguards along.

At a glance, he could tell that Gu Chi and Xueno were both formidable.

He would definitely lose one-on-two.

Moreover, he was the Second Young Master of the Xie Family.

As a golden and noble son, fighting with other people’s servants was simply degrading.

He hesitated and held off from making a move, turning to Gu Junzhu and saying: “Fifth Brother, say something!”

Gu Junzhu glanced at him but said nothing, continuing to watch as Gu Qingrun treated Ye Xingbei’s facial wounds.

It was Ye Xingbei who signalled for Gu Qingrun to pause, than turning to the child she called: “Xiao Shu, come over here, stop hitting her, your hand must be hurting.”

Xie Jinfei’s mouth twitched, he opened it to say something but eventually didn’t dare.

The child’s hand was indeed hurting. Hearing his mother called him, he climbed off Xiang Bingzhi and clumsily ran to Ye Xingbei. Lifting his little face, he blew on Ye Xingbei’s injuries: “Mommy, let Xiao Shu blow on it for you, it won’t hurt if I blow on it..”