Defrosting The Cold Young Master-Chapter 217 - 218 Lying is Wrong!

Chapter 217: Chapter 218 Lying is Wrong!

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The little guy was firm in his resolve, resolutely refusing to comply.

Hugging Ye Xingbei’s neck tightly, his little face pressing against Ye Xingbei’s and his small body vigorously snuggling into Ye Xingbei’s arms, Xiao Shu said: “Xiao Shu only wants mommy, not god-mommy!”

Yian Jingxue patted his little butt, glancing at Ye Xingbei with obvious envy. “Beibei, I’m so jealous of you. How did you raise such a loving child? I really want one too!”

Ye Xingbei kissed his son’s face, chuckling,”You’re also of age now. Get on with dating and marry soon. If you move quickly, you could be a mom within a year.” “Pah!” Yian Jingxue spat out, “Stop cursing me! I haven’t had enough of my single life yet. I don’t want to look for a man.”

Ye Xingbei shrugged, “How can you have a child if you don’t find a man? You can’t give birth by yourself.”

“Who says?” Yian Jingxue blurted out, “Isn’t it just like you…”

Quickly interrupting her, Ye Xingbei asked: “Xiao Xue, has Grandpa Yian been getting better?”

“Ah… Ah!” Yian Jingxue realized her slip of the tongue and hastily answered, “A lot better.”

She noticed Lingyue standing next to Ye Xingbei, her eyes lit up, “Beibei, who’s this kid? Is he a relative of yours? He’s so handsome!”

The most beautiful child she’d ever seen was Xiao Shumiao.

This one, though, was no less charming than Xiao Shumiao, his pretty features akin to a delicately carved jade statue.

Smiling, Ye Xingbei introduced: “His name is Lingyue. He’s Xiao Shu’s good friend. You can just call him Xiao Yue.”

Ye Xingbei patted Lingyue’s head, “Xiao Yue, she’s Aunt Beibei’s classmate.

You can call her Aunt Xiaoxue from now on.”

Lingyue looked at Yian Jingxue and greeted politely, “Hello, Aunt Xiaoxue.” “No!” Yian Jingxue waved her hands energetically, “Either call me Sister Xiaoxue or Auntie Xiaoxue, but definitely don’t call me Aunt Xiaoxue! If you call me Aunt Xiaoxue, you’re making me sound old. I’m only eighteen this year!”

Ye Xingbei gave her a sideways glance, “You said you were eighteen last year too!”

With his arms around Ye Xingbei’s neck and twisting his little face seriously towards her, Xiao Shumiao scolded, “You even said you were eighteen the year before that! Lying is wrong!”

Yian Jingxue: “…”

Lingyue, ever the tactful one, offered to help, “Hello, Auntie Xiaoxue.”

“Good boy!” Yian Jingxue frisked herself, “I rushed out and didn’t bring any gifts, I’ll make it up to you next time.”

She pinched both boys’ cheeks, “Come, go home with Auntie. Auntie’s house has lots of yummy food. All for you!”

The little guy slipped down from Ye Xingbei’s arms, one hand holding Ye Xingbei’s, the other Lingyue’s, chatting and laughing with Yian Jingxue as they headed towards the villa.

Xueno followed behind with the gifts.

Ye Xingbei wanting to have a private chat with Yian Jingxue, coaxed Xiao Shumiao and Lingyue to follow Xueno. She walked shoulder by shoulder with Yian Jingxue, asking with concern, “How’s Grandpa Yian really?”

“He’s much better,” the smile on Yian Jingxue’s face faded a bit. “It’s just that… he’s getting old… You understand.”

Ye Xingbei nodded.

Even the most formidable people can’t escape the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death.

Yian Jingxue said, “I plan to stay home longer this time, to accompany Grandpa more. I’m afraid that if anything happens to him while I’m abroad and I can’t rush back, I’ll regret it all my life.”

“Mm,” Ye Xingbei nodded, “I support you.”

In this world, nothing is more important than being there for your loved ones.

With each passing day, the elderly have one less day left. Accompaniment is the greatest form of filial piety.