Defrosting The Cold Young Master

Yu Mo shook his head helplessly: "You girls are such trouble!"

Jing Shasha buried her face in his chest, not letting go for a long time.

Yu Mo let her hold him.

After a while, he patted her back: "Do you want to go to my lady boss’s shop for dessert?"

Jing Shasha pounded him in irritation, "How can you be so carefree? I fainted today, and people are even saying I’ve ruined my body by taking birth control pills, yet you ask me to go out for dessert!"

"You seem pretty strong, don’t you?" Yu Mo said, "The more you stay home and overthink, the worse you’ll feel. I’ll take you out for a walk, and you’ll feel better. Our lady boss’s desserts are really delicious. Are you sure you don’t want to go?"

"I’ll go!" Jing Shasha said, "Who said I’m not going?"

Yu Mo was speechless.

Forget it.

He doesn’t reason with women.

The book said, arguing with women is to invite trouble.

Jing Shasha got off the bed to freshen up and change her clothes.

Her body felt a bit weak, but it wasn’t enough to keep her from going out.

After dressing up nicely, she came out of the walk-in closet and asked Yu Mo, "How do I look?"

Yu Mo nodded, "Beautiful."

Jing Shasha pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, "You’re being perfunctory."

"My dear lady!" Yu Mo sighed helplessly: "If I didn’t think you were beautiful, why would I go out of my way to find you? I’ve got a pile of work on my desk. To see you, I dumped it all on Brother Le’s desk. When I go back, Brother Le might kill me!"

Only then was Jing Shasha happy, "Really?"

Yu Mo was speechless: "You’re happy because I delayed my work for you?"

"Of course!" Jing Shasha ran up to Yu Mo, linked her arm with his, and rested her head on his shoulder, laughing sweetly: "If you value me more than work, I’m definitely happy."

"Let’s go," said Yu Mo, as he led her towards the door: "When Brother Le decides to chop me up later, make sure to stop him."

"Of course!" Jing Shasha clung to him, being dragged along: "I don’t want to become a widow before getting married!"

Yu Mo: "...Not married yet, that wouldn’t make you a widow; they’d call you a mourning widow."

"Pish, pish, pish!" Jing Shasha spat at him: "I won’t allow you to say such unlucky things!"

Yu Mo: "...You can say it, right my dear lady?"

"Yes," Jing Shasha said smugly: "Women have privileges! Countless privileges!"

The butler nervously waiting outside the door saw Jing Shasha emerge from the room, chatting and laughing, his eyes widening in shock.

This...this... a complete transformation?

Just now, their young lady was so feeble, like the end of the world had come, but now she’s all smiles and lively?

"Grandpa Zhong," Jing Shasha looked at the old butler and asked: "Has my mom returned yet?"

"Huh? I—I don’t know," the old butler said blankly: "I’ve been here watching over you, haven’t gone downstairs to check..."

"Oh, I see," Jing Shasha said: "Grandpa Zhong, if you see my mom or my grandparents, please tell them I’m fine, and I’m going out with Brother Mo to play!"

"...Oh, oh, okay!" The old butler finally came to his senses, looked at Yu Mo with warm eyes as if he were a gold nugget, "Vice President Yu, take care, and come often!"

With the old butler’s enthusiastic farewell, Yu Mo took Jing Shasha into the car and headed straight for Ye Xingbei’s dessert shop.

In Ye Xingbei’s dessert shop, Xiao Shu sat on the stone table in the backyard, resting his chin on his hands and looking at the sky: "Dad, why hasn’t the night fallen yet?"