Defrosting The Cold Young Master-Chapter 585 - 588: The Pure Heart of a Child

Chapter 585: Chapter 588: The Pure Heart of a Child

A welting, purplish whip mark emerged on Ye Xinglan’s back all of a sudden.

Ye Xinglan’s body trembled. He nearly screamed out loud, but in the end, he clenched his teeth and held it in.

Zhen Yuan knew that for Ye Xinglan, the most agonizing part was not the pain from the whip wound, but the humiliation that came with the whipping.

Thus, although he didn’t use his full strength when he brought down the whip, he used more than half of his strength.

After a dozen or so lashes, Ye Xinglan was drenched in sweat, his hair soaked through with cold sweat. His arms supporting him against the wall and his legs holding up his body were all trembling.

Zhen Yuan stopped, probing, “Young Master?”

Ye Xinglan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, “Go on! I can bear it.”

He had been brought up as the heir of the Ye Family since childhood.

Whether it was his maternal grandfather or his parents, they all tried their best to give him the utmost dignity and face, having never reprimanded him.

He grew up in a life of luxury. Other than injuries from martial arts training, he had never suffered any physical hardship.

It was only when the whip landed on his back that he realized how painful it was to have one’s flesh torn by it.

Beibei was just a delicate girl. During the five years she had been by his side, he whipped her many times.

He knew that being whipped certainly hurt, but he never thought it would hurt to this extent.

He was wrong.

He owed Beibei an apology.

He made a huge mistake – and he continued to do so.

The injuries Beibei suffered and the state his parents were in now were all his fault.

He not only owed Beibei an apology, but his parents as well…

Zhen Yuan delivered another dozen or so lashes. Ye Xinglan couldn’t endure it anymore, his body wavered, and he knelt down with one knee.

Zhen Yuan hastily threw the whip away and rushed to support him, “Young Master!”

Ye Xinglan pushed him away and wiped the cold sweat dropping into his eyes, “Go get me a dark shirt.”

Zhen Yuan replied, “Young Master, I should bandage your wounds first.”

“No need,” Ye Xinglan’s face was pale from pain, and he seemed somewhat dazed. He forcefully bit his tongue, opened his eyes wide, and tried his best not to faint, “Stop wasting time, go get the shirt.”

Helpless, Zhen Yuan went to find him a coffee-colored shirt.

Ye Xinglan was in so much pain that he couldn’t move his arm. Zhen Yuan helped him put on the shirt and supported him with concern, “Young Master!”

Ye Xinglan mustered his strength to stand up, “Help me go downstairs.”

Zhen Yuan carefully took his arm and helped him down the stairs.

Ye Xingli got a fright when he saw him stumbling downstairs and rushed over as fast as he could, “Bro, what happened to you?”

Ye Xinglan forced a smile, “It’s nothing, let’s go and see Beibei.”

Ye Xingli frowned and swiped at his brother’s back.

His hand came away covered in fresh blood.

The untreated wound on his brother’s back was seeping blood, which soaked right through his shirt.

Ye Xingli stared at the blood on his palm and widened his eyes, “Bro, have you lost your mind?”

“Xiao Li, say no more,” Ye Xinglan shook his head and gave a bitter smile, “The state our parents are in and the tremendous harm Beibei has suffered, it’s all my fault. If I came out of this completely unscathed without paying any price, I would live the rest of my life in guilt.”

Ye Xingli opened his mouth, speechless for a long while.

After a long time, he nodded, “Right, it’s all our fault. If Beibei forgives us, you should let Zhen Yuan whip me too.”

“No, you’ve been good,” Ye Xinglan shook his head, “In our family, you were always the one who treated Beibei and Xiao Shu kindly…Xiao Li, I am not as good as you.”

Although Ye Xingli was laid-back, he had a pure heart of a child.