Defrosting The Cold Young Master

He was physically weak and shorter than other children of his age. It was a good thing that he could eat. Moreover, Ye Xingbei was not short of money, so she let him order whatever he wanted.

He ordered more than ten dishes in one go, then handed the menu to Ye Xingbei and Lingyue, asking them to continue ordering.

Both Ye Xingbei and Lingyue declined.

With more than ten dishes, even their four bodyguards would be more than satisfied.

Each time a dish was served, Ye Xingbei would pick out a portion, and let the waitress bring the rest to Xueno and his company.

Money should be used wisely.

Being thrifty is a virtue.

Xiao Shumiao tasted a little of this and that from the many dishes. He was enjoying his meal, his face clearly showing happiness.

Ye Xingbei had had a late breakfast, so she wasn’t very hungry. She took occasional bites, but most of the time, she looked after the two kids, watching them eat.

Halfway through the meal, a beautiful woman in her forties suddenly came up to their table, bent down slightly and said, “Miss Beibei, our madam invites you over.”

Ye Xingbei paused, “Aunt Qing?”

The woman, named Liao Qing, was a favorite in the Ye household, helping Ye Xinglan’s mother, Ye Zhitong, manage the affairs of the Ye family.

Feeling somewhat ill at ease, Ye Xingbei got up: “Aunt Qing, is my aunt also dining here?”

“Yes, and your uncle too,” Liao Qing stepped aside and gestured, “Please, Miss Beibei.”

Ye Xingbei hesitated, then slightly nodded at her, “Alright, Aunt Qing.”

She followed Liao Qing upstairs.

The restaurant had a large hall on the first floor, and private rooms above.

When Ye Xingbei came, all the private rooms had been booked.

So, Ye Xingbei brought the two kids to have their meal in the hall on the first floor.

Seeing Ye Xingbei following a woman upstairs, the Gu Family’s two bodyguards came up.

Ye Xingbei stopped, “I am going to see my aunt and uncle. You guys take care of Xiao Yue and Xiao Shu.”

“Yes, Young Madam,” the leading bodyguard bowed, “We will accompany you, Young Madam.”

No need,” Ye Xingbei chuckled, “I’m just going to see my uncle and aunt. It’s safe, don’t worry.”

The bodyguard stepped back: “Then, Young Madam, please contact us if anything happens.”

“I know,” Ye Xingbei chuckled, “Take good care of Xiao Yue and Xiao Shumiao. Don’t let them get lost. I’ll be back shortly.”

After instructing Lingyue and Xiao Shumiao with a few words to listen to the bodyguards and not to run around, Ye Xingbei followed Liao Qing up the stairs.

At the end of the third floor, Liao Qing led her into a VIP room, where melodies of music and the scent of tea filled the air.

Ye Zhitong was playing the zither by the window while Ye Xinglan’s father, Jiang Zhengkai, no, he had changed his name to Ye Wuwei, was brewing tea across from her.

The two of them were remarkably beautiful sitting face-to-face, one playing the zither and the other brewing tea. The tranquil scene resembled a beautiful painting.

Liao Qing led Ye Xingbei up to them.

Ye Zhitong continued her zither play without looking up, she commanded in a cold voice: “Kneel.”

Ye Xingbei furrowed her brow, about to respond when Liao Qing kicked at her knees.

Without control, Ye Xingbei kneeled heavily on the floor.

As Ye Xingbei tried to get up, Ye Zhitong said, “Slap her.”

Liao Qing grabbed Ye Xingbei’s hair and slapped her several times. Ye Xingbei’s face swelled visibly and blood trickled down from her mouth.