Defrosting The Cold Young Master-Chapter 870 - 874: Wouldn’t I Be at a Great Loss?

Chapter 870: Chapter 874: Wouldn’t I Be at a Great Loss?

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“Yes,” Gu Junzhu nodded slowly, “My son still needs a bodyguard, and I hear Feng Yi is quite skilled.”

When Gu Junzhu mentioned his son, Feng Yushang suddenly thought of the incident that had happened in the western restaurant that day.

Seeing that delicately beautiful child that day, she thought of her cousin’s lost child, thought of her mother who died because of that lost child, lost control of her emotions, and pressed the lit cigarette in her hand onto the back of Feng Yi’s hand.

The delicately beautiful child was terrified, clinging to his mother’s neck, crying, and saying sister was bullying brother.

She was very embarrassed and changed rooms.

Little did she know, when the child left, he saw her and Feng Yi again through the outside window of the club.

The child pounded the window furiously, his pretty little face filled with rage.

She suddenly realized why Gu Junzhu specifically wanted Feng Yi.

Was this to rescue Feng Yi on behalf of his son?

Her thoughts became somewhat dazed.

If her mother’s death really had another cause.

If Feng Yi was not the instigator.

What had she been doing all this time?

Thinking of the punishments she had inflicted on Feng Yi, she shuddered.

The color drained from her face, and her fists at her sides clenched tighter, “Young Master Gu, you mean, my mom’s death has nothing to do with Feng Yi?”

“This is the contract,” Gu Junzhu pushed a contract toward Feng Yi, “If you want to know the truth, sign this contract. If you don’t want to know the truth, you can leave now.”

Feng Yi looked at Feng Yushang.

Feng Yushang struggled internally, “What exactly is the so-called truth by Young Master Gu? If it’s something I already knew, wouldn’t this deal be too losing for me?”

“Of course it’s not something you already knew,” Gu Junzhu tilted his mouth corner slightly, speaking leisurely, “The truth I know is about the real murderer who killed your mother, not Feng Yi, this scapegoat. If you don’t want the real murderer to get away scot-free, sign the contract. If you don’t want to face your mistakes and pretend you did nothing wrong, you can leave now.”

Feng Yi, who had been silent, suddenly said, “I’ll sign.”

He didn’t look at Feng Yushang or even at the contract, he just picked up the pen from the table, turned to the last page, and was about to sign his name in the ‘Party B’ signature line.

“Wait,” Feng Yushang held his hand, “We should at least look at the contract.”

“No need,” Feng Yi calmly said, “As long as someone can prove that I did not kill my mother, I can sign the Slavery Contract, even if it means going directly to my death.”

Feng Yushang was stunned.

Feng Yi avoided her hand, neatly signed his name under ‘Party B’.

After signing, he stood up, handing the contract with both hands to Gu Junzhu, “Please, tell me the truth. I am deeply grateful and will definitely repay your kindness if I ever get the chance.”

Gu Junzhu didn’t take the contract, Ye Xingbei reached out and took it instead.

Looking at the contract in Ye Xingbei’s hands, Feng Yushang suddenly felt a hollow feeling inside.

Some pain, some confusion, indescribable feelings stirred within her.

Ye Xingbei glanced at Feng Yi’s signature, then looked up at Feng Yi’s pale and thin face, softly asked, “May I ask a question first?”

Feng Yi nodded, “Please ask.”

Ye Xingbei asked, “Why did you have an argument with Tan Jiaqi?”

Feng Yi countered, “The time she had the miscarriage?”