Defrosting The Cold Young Master
Chapter 1184: 1188 Blushing Hearts, Enthralling Souls

Chapter 1184: Chapter 1188 Blushing Hearts, Enthralling Souls

Looking at his melancholic eyes, Ye Xingbei’s heart ached with pity as she hugged him and gently patted his back, “Alright, stop thinking about it, everything has passed… Think about something happy, like when Xiao Qiao and Shengsheng’s child is born, you’ll be an uncle…”

As Ye Xingbei spoke, she couldn’t help but laugh herself, “Such a young uncle, you must be the only one in Beijing, right?”

Just thinking about the scene where Qiao Zui and Mi Sheng’s future child, after learning to speak, would call Gu Junzhu “uncle” in a babyish voice made her find it amusing.

She touched Gu Junzhu’s chin, “You don’t even have facial hair yet, and you’re going to be an uncle, that’s so funny!”

“Right, right, right!” Gu Junzhu nodded, “I’m about to be an uncle, but aren’t you about to be an aunt too? We’re in the same boat, I really don’t know why you’re taking such pleasure in this.”

Ye Xingbei: “…”

Yes!

She, a beautiful girl in the prime of youth, would actually become an aunt in a few months!

How terrifying!

She thumped Gu Junzhu’s shoulder, “It’s all because of you!”

“Haven’t we talked about this issue before?” Gu Junzhu raised his eyebrows at her, “Haven’t I said that you girls love to call yourselves ‘auntie’? Since you like referring to yourself as an ‘auntie,’ you should be happy when Xiao Qiao’s child calls you aunt.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Ye Xingbei said, “I remember now, you also said not to despise being called an aunt, that an aunt is the same as an auntie!”

Actually, she had not forgotten at all.

She just felt that this topic could best amuse Gu Junzhu.

The dead are gone.

No amount of sorrow or pain can bring back those who have passed away.

She didn’t want to see the somber look in Gu Junzhu’s eyes.

Instead of his gloomy, sorrowful expression, she would rather have him teasing, which always left her not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

Gu Junzhu guessed her intentions, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulled her tighter into his embrace, and kissed her forehead, “Ye Xiaobei, I used to not believe in fate or reincarnation, but now I do… I think we might have been husband and wife in our previous life, we must have promised to be together for lifetimes, and then in this life you found me, and I found you, otherwise, out of so many women in the world, how could I have felt that you are the only one for me?”

“I believe it too!” Ye Xingbei held his hand and chuckled, “I suddenly remembered a story I read once.”

Intertwining her fingers with Gu Junzhu’s, she snuggled in his embrace and narrated gently, “There was an outstanding girl, she was doing very well, matchmakers nearly wore out her doorstep, but she never wanted to marry because she felt she hadn’t met the man she truly wanted to marry.

One day, she went to a temple fair to clear her mind and amidst thousands of people, she saw a young man. Without needing to say much, she felt that this man was the one she had been waiting for.

Unfortunately, the fair was too crowded, she couldn’t make her way to the man, and so she could only watch as he disappeared into the crowd.

In the following two years, the girl searched everywhere for the man, but he seemed to have evaporated, leaving no trace…

Every day, the girl prayed to the Buddha, hoping to see the man again.

Her sincerity moved the Buddha, and he manifested himself.

Buddha said, “Do you want to see that man again?”

The girl said, “Yes! I just want to see him one more time!”

Buddha: “You must give up everything you have now, including your freedom and independence.”

The girl: “I can give those up!”

Buddha: “You must also cultivate for five hundred years before you can see him once. Do you have no regrets?”

The girl: “I have no regrets!”

And so, the girl turned into a large boulder, lying in the wilderness, enduring over four hundred years of wind and sun, which was indescribably painful.

But to the girl, it was all bearable; the suffering was not seeing any people, not having a glimpse of hope, which almost drove her to despair.

In the last year, a stonecutting team arrived, they were attracted to her size, and hewed her into a huge slab, which was then transported into the city. They were building a stone bridge, and so the girl became the railing of the bridge.

On the first day that the stone bridge was completed, the girl saw the man she had waited five hundred years for!

He was in a hurry, as if he had urgent matters, and quickly crossed the bridge. Of course, he would not notice a stone staring intently at him.

The man disappeared once again, and the Buddha reappeared.

Buddha: “Are you satisfied now?”

The girl: “No! Why? Why am I just a bridge railing? If I were laid in the middle of the bridge, I could have touched him, I could have brushed against him!”

Buddha: “You want to touch him? Then you must cultivate for another five hundred years!”

The girl: “I am willing!”

Buddha: “You have suffered so much, do you regret it?”

Girl: “I don’t regret!”

The girl turned into a large tree, standing on a busy official road where many people passed by every day. The girl watched closely every day, but it was even more painful because numerous times she saw someone approach full of hope, and numerous times that hope was shattered.

Without the cultivation of the previous five hundred years, the girl would have collapsed long ago!

Days passed, one after another, and the girl’s heart gradually became calm. She knew that he would not appear until the last day.

Another five hundred years!

He came!

He finally came!

He was still wearing his favorite white robe, his face as handsome as ever. The girl gazed at him foolishly.

This time, he didn’t rush by because it was too hot.

He noticed a big tree by the roadside with inviting, dense shade. “Let’s take a rest,” he thought.

He walked to the foot of the large tree, leaned against its roots, and closed his eyes slightly. He fell asleep.

The girl touched him!

He was leaning right beside her!

But she couldn’t tell him about the millennium of yearning.

All she could do was gather the tree’s shade to shield him from the scorching sun.

A millennium of tender affection!

The man only napped for a moment because he had other matters to attend to. He stood up, patted the dust from his robe, and just before setting off, he looked up at the big tree and gently stroked the bark, probably to thank the tree for its coolness.

Then, he walked away without looking back.

At the moment he disappeared from her sight, the Buddha appeared again.

Buddha: “Do you still want to be his wife? You’ll have to cultivate further…”

The girl calmly interrupted the Buddha: “I really do, but it’s no longer necessary.”

Buddha: “Oh?”

Girl: “It’s already very good like this. Loving him does not have to mean being his wife.”

Buddha: “Oh!”

Girl: “Is his current wife also someone who has suffered like me?”

The Buddha nodded slightly.

The girl smiled faintly: “I could do it too, but it’s no longer necessary.”

At that moment, the girl noticed the Buddha sigh softly, or rather, the Buddha seemed to heave a sigh of relief.

The girl was somewhat surprised, “Does the Buddha also have worries?”

A smile broke across the Buddha’s face: “Because this is good. There is a boy who can wait one thousand years less now. To see you once, he has cultivated for two thousand years.”

As she recounted the story, Gu Junzhu gently stroked her hair.

After listening to her story, Gu Junzhu looked down at her with a tender smile, “The Buddha says, five hundred glances in a former life, merits one passing encounter in this one. I offer one thousand glances, hoping for a stop in front of you in the next life.

I asked the Buddha: How many glances does it take to truly reside in your heart?

The Buddha remained silent, and I could only look back over and over again.

Like a moth to a flame.

Unconcerned with consequences, without needing a reason.

Looking back, and looking back again.

Thousands of times, you are in my eyes, and also in my heart.

Constantly looking back, longing for your gentleness.

Constantly looking back, yearning for lifelong companionship…”

He looked down at Ye Xingbei in his arms, his gaze as tender as water, the corners of his mouth tilted in a slight smile, his voice so soft it could make ears pregnant: “I constantly look back, look back, yearning for lifelong companionship with you…”

Even though she knew he was reciting a poem from a famous poet, Ye Xingbei’s heart still raced, and she felt utterly enchanted.