Chapter 446: 447: Heartache
Defrosting The Cold Young Master
Ye Xingbei shared the inhumane deeds of the Xu Family with Lingyue.
Even though Lingyue was only eight years old, Ye Xingbei no longer saw him as a child.
She didnât worry that Lingyue wouldnât understand.
As a matter of fact, Lingyue indeed understood.
His gaze shifted from surprise, to anger, then to hatred, and finally to calmness.
He looked at Senior Master Xiang, his eyes filled with complex emotions: â⦠Gr-Grandpa?â
âYes! Good boy, I am your grandpa! I am your grandpa!â Senior Master Xiang could no longer control himself, and he hugged Lingyue tightly, crying out loud.
In his life, besides when his wife passed away, he had never shed a tear.
But today, he couldnât contain his grief and his crying was more unkempt than ever.
Holding Lingyue, he thought of his late wife and the daughter he never met. His heart felt as if it had been torn into a thousand pieces.
He regretted for the umpteenth time that, if only he hadnât forced his wife to come to Jiang City to help with the disaster.
His wife wouldnât have given birth prematurely and lost her health.
Their daughter wouldnât have been replaced by the Xu family.
If he had protected her, his daughter wouldnât have gotten married in Jiang City and she wouldnât have met with that damning accident.
His wife and his daughter could have been alive today.
But alas, all of these ifs are just ifs.
His wife and daughter can never come back to him.
Now all he can do is cherish the people before him.
Seeing his emotional upheaval, and fearing he might hurt Lingyueâs injuries due to his uncontrolled strength, Ye Xingbei quickly tried to comfort him, âSenior Xiang, being able to recognize Xiao Yue is a blessing, donât be sad. Xiao Yue is still injuredâ¦â
âAm I hurting you?â Senior Master Xiang, who was in so much pain that he became somewhat delirious, came back to his senses and quickly let go of Lingyue, asking worriedly.
Lingyue shook his head.
It actually hurt, but he had always been good at enduring.
Senior Master Xiang, a shrewd man, could tell by his expression that he was lying.
An eight-year-old from any other family may cry over scraping some skin, but his little grandson, covered in injuries, was acting like everything was normal.
In the end, it was only because he had suffered too much and learned to endure.
Thinking of the hardships this child had endured, Senior Master Xiang felt another surge of unbearable grief, yet he gently patted Lingyueâs head, âXiao Yue, youâre still a child. If it hurts, you should cry. You donât have to endure it.â
Lingyue shook his head, âGrandpa, I really donât hurt.â
Looking at this sweet and heartbreaking child, and thinking about Ling Fangzhouâs neglect and Xie Wennanâs abuse, Senior Master Xiang felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He suddenly arose in uncontrollable rage, turned around, walked out of the hospital room, and ordered his close associate: âGo, bring Ling Fangzhou and Xie Wennan to me. I want to see them!â
He wanted to see those two heartless bastards, and fervently seek justice for his grandson!
His confidant obeyed and left. He returned to the hospital room, his face no longer showing rage, but now presenting a gentle and loving smile.
Even though Lingyueâs face was bandaged, bruised, and swollen, far from its usual state of a handsome little prince, he still believed that Lingyue was the most adorable child in the world.
He felt that he had never cherished someone as much as he did now.
Lingyue was now his most precious one, someone he valued more than his own life.
He had many things he wanted to share with Lingyue. Just as he began to talk, the door to the hospital room was suddenly pushed open and Xiao Shumiao burst in like a cannonball.