Defrosting The Cold Young Master

Chapter 177: Chapter 178: Who is he sleeping with tonight?

Translator: 549690339

The dinner was very sumptuous, full of nutritious and scrumptious dishes.

Everyone gathered around the table, Xiao Shumiao was as ecstatic as if he’d been injected with vitality, his small hands were restlessly busy serving dishes to Gu Junzhu, Ye Xingbei and Lingyue.

His face beamed relentlessly throughout the meal. He chatted away merrily while eating, appearing as delighted as if he could take flight.

When he was abroad, he always acted like a grown-up… no, more like a mature toddler.

Many people who met him commented that he behaved like a little adult.

Everyone envied Ye Xingbei because her child was so sensible.

But only Ye Xingbei knew, she never wanted her child to become mature too early.

Just like now, acting like any ordinary child, incessantly chattering and giggling, growing up in the sheer joy of childhood, was the best condition a child could be in.

After dinner, two adults and a child sat on the sofa playing group combat games.

Ye Xingbei cut some fruit for them, feeding them while they played.

Both Gu Junzhu and the little guy were used to it – the moment the fruit was brought to their mouths, they would automatically open them, their eyes glued to the TV screen, oblivious to Ye Xingbei.

Lingyue was rather awkward. When Ye Xingbei handed the fruit poked on a toothpick to his lips, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

Ye Xingbei held his shoulder down, chuckled and said, “Eat up quickly.”

Lingyue hastily replied, “Thank you, Aunt.”

Only after an uneasy expression of thanks did he take a bite of the fruit. Sitting up straight, with a look of restraint. With the fruit in his mouth, he gingerly chewed, appearing startled and flustered.

Ye Xingbei felt a pang of sadness for him.

This child was merely eight years old. His height and tender face suggested he was only six or seven. Yet, his actions and speech made him seem like a teenager.

It’s often said that a poor child becomes the breadwinner at a young age.

If they could act like little princes and princesses, who would want to grow up prematurely?

Yet, an eight-year-old was forced to behave like a teenager.

It was merely the consequence of the era.

For this reason, Ye Xingbei did not wish for her son to mature prematurely.

Those who mature too early are often those who are unfortunate, forced to learn to protect themselves at an early age.

Only the child who needs not think or worry about anything, could enjoy a carefree and naive childhood.

When it was past nine o’clock, the little one was getting sleepy and started yawning ceaselessly.

After they finished a round of their games, Ye Xingbei held him in her arms, kissed him and patted his little bottom, “You can’t play anymore tonight. Go to bed now. You can play more tomorrow.”

“Okay,” the little one obediently nodded his head and turned to Lingyue, “Brother Xiaoyue will come to our house again tomorrow!”

“Sure!” Ye Xingbei agreed at once, “I will talk to Brother Xiaoyue’s mom and ask him to stay over for a few days.”

She had decided this while they were playing games.

Tomorrow, she would call Lingyue’s stepmother and tell her that Lingyue would be staying at her place to recover from his injuries.

Once Lingyue’s injuries were healed, she would let him go home.

Based on the indifferent attitude of Lingyue’s stepmother the previous day, she definitely wouldn’t oppose this plan.

Then, he could stay with her until his parents come to pick him up, then she would hand him back.

Upon hearing from his mother that Lingyue would be coming back with him the next day, the little guy kicked his legs in excitement.

After being excited for a while, he started to worry again.

Who would he sleep with tonight?

Should he sleep with dad and mom, or with Brother Xiaoyue?