Chapter 10: An Argument Erupts

Fireworks were set off early in the morning at the Duan family's gate. Cong Chun, wearing work clothes, was helping to wash some fruit after the meal in the kitchen.

The owner's return home should have been a happy occasion, but instead, an argument broke out in the restaurant.

Duan Mingxiao's face was very ugly. He threw down his chopsticks, ate only a few bites of food, and went back to his bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Cong Chun was carrying fruit and was about to place it on the table when Butler Chen shook his head and stopped him.

In recent years, the relationship between the young master and his wife has become increasingly strained.

Yun Lanshuang had been against Duan Mingxiao getting involved in racing from a very early age. In her opinion, racing was extremely dangerous and no different from playing with one's life.

I know several scions of wealthy families who pursued thrills by racing cars, and ended up with paralyzed lower bodies.

Because of this, Yun Lanshuang and Duan Mingxiao had countless arguments.

She only has one son, Duan Mingxiao, so naturally she doesn't want him to get involved in high-risk and meaningless things.

She and her husband, Duan Chengshan, had paved the way for Duan Mingxiao's future. As long as he followed their plan, even a pig could ascend to heaven.

Duan Mingxiao had always been a good student, but an accident happened. In recent years, Duan Mingxiao had become obsessed with racing, and he even broke his left leg recently.

When Yun Lanshuang found out, she was both angry and heartbroken. This time, she refused to back down and locked all of Duan Mingxiao's cars in the underground garage, confiscating the car keys.

Duan Mingxiao was not going to back down either; his family would only say that he was wasting his time racing cars and not doing his proper job.

Duan Mingxiao isn't a three-year-old anymore, yet he still has such a strong desire to control me. I've really had enough.

After a heated argument at the dinner table, Duan Mingxiao was grounded.

But who is Duan Mingxiao? He's the living Yama of Jinghai City, with plenty of strength and means! No one can stop him from doing what he wants.

That evening, "Liujin," the largest entertainment club in Jinghai City, gathered a group of wealthy young men who loved cars. It had a racetrack comparable to international races.

The Dragon Ridge Circuit is one of the most famous racing circuits in Jinghai City and is certified by the FIA ​​(Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile).

The top VIP members here have private rooms to watch the races, because the person in charge of "Liujin" invites professional race car drivers to perform every month.

Of course, this is also the first choice for these rich young men who are passionate about cars when they hold racing competitions.

As soon as Duan Mingxiao entered the private room, countless eyes fell on this veritable prince of Jinghai City. He had no shortage of power and money, but he was also obsessed with all kinds of extreme activities and did not take his life seriously at all.

The man wore a black shirt, a Patek Philippe worth millions on his wrist, and had well-developed back muscles. The buttons on the front of his shirt collar were pushed up by the well-developed and smooth lines of his chest muscles, and the veins on the back of his hands were slightly bulging. Every part of him exuded a fatal attraction.

Ji Ruhui had been waiting for him in the private room for a long time. As soon as Duan Mingxiao came forward, she warmly put her arm around his shoulder and led him to the sofa next to him.

Ji Ruhui was clearly very excited. His limited-edition supercar, which he had specially flown in from the UAE, had arrived, and he couldn't wait to show it off to the brothers around him.

However, the private room was not only filled with these rich young men, but also with a group of top-notch car models with beautiful figures. They were trying to please the rich young men around them. As long as they could get a little benefit from these young men, it would be enough for them to live a life of comfort for the rest of their lives.

At this moment, a sexy car model with wavy hair, wearing a black leather bodycon skirt, boldly sat down next to Duan Mingxiao, her slender, boneless hands reaching for his chest...

Duan Mingxiao spoke coldly, without even glancing at the woman.

At this moment, another hidden gaze appeared in the private room, secretly watching Duan Mingxiao, who was being fawned over by everyone, with a hint of admiration in their eyes...