Defrosting The Cold Young Master
Chapter 1179: 1183: Who Proposes to Whom

Chapter 1179: Chapter 1183: Who Proposes to Whom

Han Zuo’s cold sweat soaked his whole body due to the pain, but at least the pain brought some clarity to his mind, and his head wasn’t so muddled anymore.

He gritted his teeth and said, “This is what they call a hero’s bittersweet struggle with love! I’m waiting for the day you fall into a pit!”

Gu Chi chuckled, “My ideal is to find a woman who is obedient and virtuous to be my wife, I’m not as miserable as you!”

Han Zuo snorted and said nothing more.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to speak, but the pain was so intense that he didn’t even have the strength to talk.

Alcohol poured on the wound, that kind of agony is simply unbearable.

Being flayed alive is probably what it feels like!

The car sped along, entering Yian Jingxue’s villa.

When the car stopped and the door opened, Gu Junzhu got out, and Ye Xingbei came over to meet him: “How’s Han Zuo? Is he alright?”

On the road, Gu Junzhu had already called her and touched base with her.

Ye Xingbei knew he was coming.

“He’s okay.” Gu Junzhu reached out to pull her into his arms, kissed her hard, and his palm caressed her back.

Having been a bachelor for over twenty years, he had never felt anything amiss, but after having Ye Xingbei and then being apart, there was an emptiness inside him.

It was as if a precious treasure held in the palm of his hand had been stolen.

Hopefully, Yian Jingxue would be willing to pop with Han Zuo.

If Yian Jingxue was willing to pop with Han Zuo, then he could take Ye Xingbei and head back home.

Gu Chi supported Han Zuo out of the car, and Yian Jingxue came over to them, “Brother Zuo, are you okay?”

Gu Junzhu turned to instruct Gu Chi, “Help him into the room.”

He then looked at Yian Jingxue, “Beibei must have already told you the basic situation. You and Han Zuo have a chat. If you agree, Xingbei and I will be witnesses for you, and you can consider yourselves engaged tonight. If you don’t agree, just tell me, and I’ll take him back.”

Yian Jingxue bit her lip, steadying Han Zuo’s arm, “Okay, let me talk to Brother Zuo first.”

Gu Chi handed Han Zuo over to Yian Jingxue, cautioning, “Touch his clothes, not his skin, he has medicine on.”

“Okay, I got it,” Yian Jingxue nodded, “Thank you!”

Yian Jingxue led Han Zuo to the guest room, while Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei waited in the living room.

After closing the guest room’s door, Yian Jingxue helped Han Zuo to sit on the bed and squatted in front of him, “Brother Zuo, do you want some water?”

Han Zuo’s throat was parched, and he nodded, “Thank you.”

Yian Jingxue poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him, “Brother Zuo, I just have one question… do you like me?”

Han Zuo didn’t hesitate, nodding as he said, “I do.”

Emotions need to be tested.

Without today’s incident, he and Yian Jingxue might have continued their lukewarm relationship, then gradually developed deeper feelings and eventually become a couple.

But what happened today unearthed the deep-seated thoughts in his heart, crystal clear.

He despised Qin Wanyue, feeling nauseated at the thought of any intimate contact with her.

Yet thinking about being with Yian Jingxue filled him with joy.

That must be love.

He was certain of it.

“Alright, then I have no further questions,” Yian Jingxue gently touched the bandage on his arm, her eyes filled with sympathy, “Does it hurt a lot?”

Han Zuo shook his head, “It’s bearable.”

Compared to that engulfing craving that devoured reason, he would rather choose this pain akin to a slow torture.

At the very least, now he was a person, not a mindless beast.

Yian Jingxue lifted her arms, embracing his neck, and her face blushed with emotion, “Brother Zuo, shall we go register our marriage tomorrow?”