Chapter 31 Stealing Incense

A light drizzle was falling, bringing a welcome respite from the sweltering summer heat.

After finishing breakfast, Duan Mingxiao changed his clothes, and it looked like the young master was about to go out.

Butler Chen, standing to the side, noticed that the master seemed hesitant to speak, even though he had just made some harsh remarks last night.

Duan Mingxiao noticed the worried look in Butler Chen's eyes and chuckled casually.

"Don't worry, I'm limping."

"I haven't lived enough yet."

The implication is that Duan Mingxiao's trip this time was not to the racetrack.

Butler Chen's eyelids twitched. That meant once his leg healed, he could continue playing...

Duan Mingxiao's gaze fell on Cong Chun, who was wiping a table not far away, and he casually uttered a sentence.

"Come out with me later."

A deep, pleasant male voice came through, and Cong Chun stopped what he was doing. The boy looked up at Duan Mingxiao with his droopy puppy eyes.

Then I saw the boy's well-defined fingers holding the perfume bottle and spraying it onto the back of his collar.

The perfume bottle is completely transparent and features the English name Henry Jacques No. 9.

The next second, Duan Mingxiao casually placed the perfume on the table, lazily lifted his eyelids, and only then did he realize that Cong Chun was standing not far away, staring at him.

The boy frowned slightly and walked towards him, leaning on his cane.

"What's wrong."

Cong Chun shook his head; in fact, he had been a little distracted just now.

Duan Mingxiao scoffed when he saw Duan Mingxiao's gaze fall on the perfume on the table.

"What? You want to try it too?"

Cong Chun had just been distracted because she was drawn to the sight of Duan Mingxiao spraying perfume.

He thought the pose was very graceful and he hoped to have the opportunity to draw it in his sketchbook.

Cong Chun pursed her lips, and as Duan Mingxiao approached, her voice became somewhat hesitant.

No...that's not it.

The next second, Duan Mingxiao put his arm around Cong Chun's shoulder.

"Just wanted to get some of your fragrance."

My taste is naturally unmatched.

Cong Chun was firmly half-embraced in someone's arms, and couldn't help but twitch his nose. He couldn't actually smell what the perfume on Duan Mingxiao smelled like.

The tip of my nose is covered in the fragrant steak from just this morning—it's delicious.

Moreover, Cong Chun simply thought that Duan Mingxiao's posture when spraying perfume was very attractive.

Because Ji Ruhui sent a message to Duan Mingxiao last night, inviting him to go to the newly opened club in Jinghai.

At this moment, the Duan family's driver had already dropped the two off at the entrance of the newly opened club in the city center.

The club is called "Mission" and is said to be owned by a foreigner. It has all kinds of entertainment facilities, and only customers who spend over one million can book a private room.

Cong Chun got out of the car first, went to the trunk to take out the cane for the young master, and then handed it to Duan Mingxiao.

He had some food and water in his bag; Duan Mingxiao had just mocked him, asking if he was a primary school student on a spring outing.

After all, a club like this could go out of business long ago if it couldn't provide its guests with water when they were thirsty.

However, Cong Chun had gotten used to doing this, and he would bring water with him when he went to work in the fields.

The young master doesn't drink; he drinks it himself.

The young master doesn't eat it; he eats it himself.

When they went inside, the private room was already quite crowded.

As soon as Duan Mingxiao entered, there were plenty of people flattering him. He was born to be the protagonist, and everyone's eyes were drawn to him.

However, when these young masters thought of the Crown Prince's ruthless methods and petty nature, none of them dared to step forward first.

At this moment, everyone's attention shifted to Cong Chun behind Duan Mingxiao.

Following beside the eldest young master of the Duan family, everyone speculated about which family he belonged to, but judging from his simple clothes and faded short-sleeved shirt.

Are there any young masters in Jinghai City who like to pretend to be poor? They certainly have the air of a young master.

At this moment, some people recognized Cong Chun as the boy who had taken Duan Mingxiao away in Liujin Lane.

Immediately, all eyes turned to the two of them.

Duan Mingxiao felt somewhat irritated.

[If I had known there would be so many people, I wouldn't have come.]

[Being in the same room with these people, even I, this young master, find the air unclean.]

Ji Ruhui, who had arranged to meet someone, was playing cards with his new girlfriend at the card table. To call it playing cards was an understatement; it was more like the two of them were flirting.

Duan Mingxiao, leaning on his cane, stepped forward with a cold face and struck the shameless man with his cane without any politeness.

"What are you doing in broad daylight?"

"Indecent and immoral."

A hint of gloom flashed in Ji Ruhui's eyes. He was about to lose his temper, but when he saw that it was Duan Mingxiao, he chuckled a few times.

"Ah-Can, why are you only arriving now?"

Immediately afterward, Ji Ruhui saw Cong Chun behind Duan Mingxiao and was stunned for a moment.

He then deliberately lowered his voice and spoke in an ambiguous tone.

"Oh, you brought your partner along."

Duan Mingxiao awkwardly looked away.

"They insisted on coming along."

Cong Chun felt a little uneasy. The air was filled with a sweet and intoxicating aroma, but he still curiously observed his surroundings. He had never seen many of the entertainment facilities here before.

Several people even came up to talk to Cong Chun.

"I've never seen you before."

Cong Chun was about to answer.

At that moment, the door to the private room was suddenly pulled open.

A boy with elaborate makeup suddenly walked in from outside.

Luo Qing smiled shyly at the people around him. He was wearing a stylish and simple white shirt with excellent proportions and a tall figure.

"Sorry I'm late."

Immediately, various voices of agreement arose from all around.

"Oh my, our big star, what brings you here?"

"The recently released movie is a huge box office success, that's amazing."

Luo Qing wore a warm smile on her face, but there was no real smile in her eyes.

He's exhausted; he just rushed over from the film set.

He and Duan Mingxiao were both sophomores at Yenching University. They were both prominent figures on campus. One was the handsome and wealthy young master of Jinghai, and the other was a big star with academic excellence.

The former is an unattainable flower on a high mountain, while the latter is an approachable white moonlight in everyone's heart.

Luo Qing politely thanked everyone for their praise.

Immediately afterwards, he went to Duan Mingxiao's side and greeted the young master warmly.

"Young Master Duan, what a coincidence! I didn't expect you to be here too."

Luo Qing has excellent acting skills and a beautiful voice, which is called a male god voice by his fans "Little Dragonfly".

Duan Mingxiao glanced at Luo Qing, as if he was pondering something.

He then patted Ji Ruhui on the shoulder, his tone indifferent.

Ji Ruhui stared wide-eyed at Duan Mingxiao.

"Ah Can, are you suffering from dementia? You two just met in Liujin not long ago."

"His name is Luo Qing, and he is the young master of the Luo family."

Luo Qing, standing to the side, could barely contain her smile.

Duan Mingxiao, that damn jerk.

Duan Mingxiao raised his knife and slapped Ji Ruhui on the head.

"I think you're the one with dementia."

"This person isn't important, do I need to remember him?"

Ji Ruhui helplessly covered her head: ...