Defrosting The Cold Young Master

Chapter 307: Chapter 308: You didn’t see anything!

Translator: 549690339

“This…” The two bodyguards exchanged a look, somewhat embarrassed.

They were ordered to protect Lingyue. What if something happened to Lingyue once he got out of their sight?

“Or…” Lingyue kept his voice very low, “You can follow me from afar. But no matter what I do, you can’t make a sound!”

The two bodyguards nodded immediately.

They were only responsible for securing Lingyue’s safety, they had no right to intervene any decisions or actions of Lingyue.

Once Lingyue turned around and continued walking, the two bodyguards exchanged another glance, revealing their disbelief and astonishment in each other’s eyes.

Having been around their young master all the time, they knew how precocious their young master’s classmate was.

But today, upon a deeper interaction, they realized that this kid was even more precocious than they thought.

In their conversation with Lingyue, they felt as if they were talking to an adult.

Lingyue’s presence, his gaze, his tone, none of which made them see him as a child.

They followed behind Lingyue as they always did, discreetly concealing themselves, keeping a certain distance to avoid making the protected feel uncomfortable.

They watched Lingyue walk down the hall and push the door to enter Xie Yumo’ sward.

They exchanged glances again, hiding in the shadows without making any movements.

Minutes later, Lingyue emerged from Xie Yumo’s ward as if nothing had happened, and went back to Ye Xingbei’s ward.

*

The next day, just as dawn broke, the two bodyguards outside the door suddenly heard a woman’s piercing scream from the other side of the corridor: “Oh my God! Momo, your face… your face… Doctor, doctor, doctor…”

The two bodyguards looked at each other again.

Gu Chi just happened to return from outside. Seeing the two men looking unusual, he asked them, “What’s wrong?”

The two bodyguards lowered their heads, leaned toward his ear, and reported Lingyue’s actions last night to Gu Chi.

Gu Chi was slightly taken aback and looked towards Xie Yumo’s ward.

Several doctors and nurses hurriedly rushed into Xie Yumo’s ward.

From inside Xie Yumo’s ward, the unique cry of a teenage girl could be heard: “Mother! My face! How can my face become like this? Ah…I don’t want this! I don’t want this! Help! Mom, Dad, help! My face… my face…”

Gu Chi curled his lips, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and ordered the two bodyguards: “Seal your lips, you both saw nothing!”

“Yes, Brother Chi, we understand!” The two bodyguards solemnly accepted the order.

Gu Chi knocked on the door and went in.

Gu Junzhu was still staying by Ye Xingbei’s bedside, not having slept all night.

The two kids lay side by side on the accompanying bed.

As soon as Gu Chi entered, Lingyue opened his sharp, bright eyes, nothing like the face of someone who just woke up.

At that moment, Gu Chi had a feeling that that kid was like a sword prepared to draw out of its scabbard, ready to draw blood any moment.

Lingyue glanced at him, then slowly closed his eyes again. The peaceful tranquillity on his face, as if he had been soundly asleep all along, and what Gu Chi just saw was merely a delusion.

GuChi: “…”

He was sure that kid entered Xie Yumo’s ward last night and must have tampered with Xie Yumo’s face.

From the crying and shouting inside Xie Yumo’s ward, Xie Yumo’s face injury must have gotten worse.

But what he didn’t understand was, Lingyue was just an eight-year-old kid.

What did he use, and how on earth did he manage to worsen the injury on Xie Yumo’s face without anyone noticing?