Defrosting The Cold Young Master
Chapter 1044 - 1044 1048 Sweet as Honey

Chapter 1044: Chapter 1048: Sweet as Honey Chapter 1044: Chapter 1048: Sweet as Honey She was talented, could earn her own money, and she was never short of cash.

What she lacked was love.

Throughout her life, she had faced too many hardships and endured too much unfair treatment.

But now, when she recalled the times she had been mistreated, humiliated, and beaten, her emotions no longer fluctuated wildly, it felt as if all that happened in a past life.

The bitter memories of the past seemed like frames from a black and white film, telling someone else’s story, unable to evoke even a hint of pain in her anymore.

All of this was because of the man holding her in his arms at this moment.

After meeting this man, she finally had a home of her own.

All that had happened before had become history.

The person holding her now was the one she should cherish for the second half of her life.

Her emotions surged, and it took a long time to calm down.

Unnoticed, her blood began to burn, heating her whole body.

She surrendered to the desires in her heart, pressing a deep kiss onto Gu Junzhu’s lips.

Soon, in the field of Star Grass, a battle even more fierce and wild than before erupted.

When the commotion subsided again, Ye Xingbei fixed her clothes, then cuddled into Gu Junzhu’s arms and fell into a deep sleep.

She was so exhausted that she had no strength left in her body, and she couldn’t care less where they were or what time it was.

She just wanted to sleep.

As long as the man by her side was there, she felt safe wherever she was.

She could sleep soundly and without a worry.

Watching Ye Xingbei, who had tidied her clothes and fallen asleep in a second, Gu Junzhu’s smile was tender and indulgent.

He stroked her head, stood up, and carried her back to the car.

When they arrived back at the villa, Xiao Shumiao and Lingyue had already fallen asleep.

Senior Master Gu and his wife Qiao Zui had also retired for the night.

He bathed Ye Xingbei, helped her into her pajamas, and the half-asleep Ye Xingbei fell back into slumber as soon as her head touched the pillow.

Gu Junzhu lay down beside her, pulled her into his embrace, and soon fell into a sweet sleep himself.

The next morning, when Gu Junzhu woke up, he found that she was no longer beside him.

What a curious thing.

Ye Xingbei was strict with herself and didn’t have many bad habits, but if one had to nitpick, a love for sleeping in would be considered a minor flaw of hers.

He had been with Ye Xingbei for some time now, and every day he would wake up early to exercise, only to return and still find her clinging to the bed.

He checked the time.

It was just after six, and she was already gone.

Perhaps she wasn’t feeling well and had gone to the restroom?

He got up to search for her in the bathroom.

After making a round, he found no sign of her.

He took out his phone and called Ye Xingbei.

The phone was quickly answered.

Ye Xingbei spoke with a laugh, “I’m in the study.”

Gu Junzhu’s heart skipped a beat as he suddenly realized the reason for Ye Xingbei’s early rise.

He chuckled, “Alright, I understand.”

After freshening up and changing, he went to the study.

On the desk was a piece of calligraphy that had already been finished.

The handwriting was graceful yet strong, effortlessly flowing, integrated with both toughness and softness, penned like clouds and mist, matched with his classical style poem, creating a splendid mood.

Seeing him come in and look at the calligraphy, Ye Xingbei felt somewhat shy, “It’s not very well written. Later on, we can hang it in our bedroom to admire by ourselves, okay?”

“No, it’s very well written,” Gu Junzhu said, his gaze moving attentively over every character, “Definitely at a master level. If dad sees this, he’ll like you even more.”

What master level work,” exclaimed Senior Master Gu’s voice from behind them.

Gu Junzhu had not closed the door when he entered.

Senior Master Gu happened to pass by the study door just as Gu Junzhu spoke.

“Dad,” Gu Junzhu turned to look at him, “Beibei has written a piece of calligraphy.”

“Is that so? Let me have a look!” Senior Master Gu walked into the study with great interest.

His eyes fell on the characters and he quickly praised them, “Indeed, they’re well written. The strokes are well-balanced, the forms precise and the structure dense, rustic yet elegant, sturdy and rounded, the work of a master!”

“Dad, you flatter me,” Ye Xingbei blushed, “I just practiced for a few years; it’s not as good as you say.”

Senior Master Gu chuckled and said no more, instead, he began to read the calligraphy out loud, “Dew falls on the green steps, Star River Dust, by the north window, a lonely moon in the cold frosty night, Gu asks during the clear night, Junzhu remains silent, chasing clouds leisurely in the courtyard as the falling flowers are shy. You pass that lamp, leaving half a verse unwritten, I secretly commit my thoughts into the ink, alas, love’s yearning is hard to express, cannot be written, only the cold wind, dew, and moon are penned…”

Senior Master Gu read it twice and quickly appreciated the subtleties, smiling, “This is an acrostic poem! Ye Xingbei, Gu Junzhu, very good, very good. Did Beibei write this too?”

“Not this,” Ye Xingbei shyly glanced at Gu Junzhu, “This was written by Gu Junzhu.”

“By Xiao Zhu?” Senior Master Gu reread it and nodded with a smile, “It’s truly good. So, my son can also write poetry, that’s impressive!”