Defrosting The Cold Young Master

What did he do wrong?

No.

It’s not his fault!

He raised his hand, pointing at Jing Anrou’s nose, and said, "It’s your fault! It’s you who wouldn’t let Yaxin go. If you hadn’t called the police, nothing would have happened to Yaxin. The police wouldn’t have arrested her, and Yaxin wouldn’t have gone to prison. It’s all your fault!"

Jing Anrou sneered, "If Loo Yaxin doesn’t go to jail, does that mean the suffering my daughter endured was for nothing? Are we supposed to just forget about her drugging my daughter?"

"Loo Zhongtang, don’t you always claim to be fair and kind, always boasting about being upright and selfless? Why doesn’t it apply when it comes to your daughter?"

"Your daughter committed a crime, and you’re asking me not to call the police. What about your so-called ’equality before the law’?"

Loo Zhongtang was left speechless.

Moments later, his knees weakened, and he collapsed onto the sofa, his face ashen, drenched in cold sweat.

"Loo Zhongtang, stop playing dead. Let’s go to the civil affairs bureau to get our divorce certificate. Once we have it, I can stay far away from a disgusting man like you!" Jing Anrou strode towards the living room’s exit.

Ning Huaijing waved to the Jing family bodyguards.

The two bodyguards approached Loo Zhongtang, speaking politely but in an icy tone, "Mr. Loo, are you feeling unwell? Do you need us to help you?"

Is that helping?

They were going to escort him forcibly!

Loo Zhongtang, enraged, felt a surge of blood rising in his throat, but stood up resolutely, "No need, I’ll go myself!"

He and Jing Anrou got into separate cars.

Ning Huaijing accompanied Jing Anrou to the civil affairs bureau.

Gu Junzhu and the others returned to the dessert shop.

When Xiao Shumiao saw Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei return, he rushed into Gu Junzhu’s arms, hugged his waist, and looked up with a pouty face, "Dad, Mom, where did you go? Why didn’t you take Xiao Shu with you?"

"Dad and Mom had important things to do, it wasn’t convenient to take you along!" Gu Junzhu stroked his precious son’s tender little face, his gaze so gentle that it seemed it could drip water.

Being looked at like that by Gu Junzhu, Xiao Shumiao felt as if he were basking in the warmest sunlight, his whole body comfortably warm, filled with indescribable joy and a sense of security.

He tilted his little head, rubbed his cheek against Gu Junzhu’s palm, and softly said, "Dad, I like when you look at me like this! I love the way you and Mom look at me... and Grandpa too! When you all look at me, Xiao Shu feels like he’s the happiest good child in the world!"

Ye Xingbei laughed, pinching his little face, "Just a child, you think you’re good too! Who told you that?"

"Everyone says I’m a good child! Right, Dad?" Xiao Shumiao asked Gu Junzhu proudly.

"Of course!" Gu Junzhu bent down to pick him up, giving him a strong kiss. His handsome face, bearing a proud smile identical to Xiao Shumiao’s, "Xiao Shumiao is well-behaved, cute, and sensible, of course, he’s a good child!"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

These two are really...

But she must admit her son is a good child.

The whole Gu Family spoils Xiao Shumiao now.

The household servants and bodyguards are especially respectful and obliging to this precious Young Master.

If it were any other child with less than stellar character, they’d likely have been spoiled rotten by now.

But her Xiao Shumiao, without a trace of arrogance, remains soft, adorable, and free of bad habits.

Receiving his dad’s approval, Xiao Shumiao was overjoyed, clinging to Gu Junzhu’s neck, saying, "Dad, shouldn’t a good child get a reward?"