Chapter 46 Allergies

The temperature drops a few degrees in the summer evenings, and the wind no longer carries the heat.

The lush, green leaves of the camphor tree sway gently in the breeze. The café is located right under this camphor tree, a carefully chosen and excellent location.

A low-key silver-black Rolls-Royce slowly and smoothly came to a stop in front of the "Cat Paw" café.

The event was filled with limited-edition supercars, making even Rolls-Royces seem rather ordinary.

This street has been temporarily reserved by Young Master Ji, and no outside vehicles are allowed to pass through.

As the car door opened, a handsome young man got off first.

Cong Chun was wearing the new clothes that the young master had bought for him. The fabric was comfortable and breathable, and the originally drab country dog ​​had been transformed into someone who couldn't take their eyes off him.

Cong Chun got out of the car first and handed Duan Mingxiao his cane.

At this moment, many of Ji Ruhui and his girlfriend Yan Shi's friends from the entertainment industry have come to show their support.

Yan Shi is the daughter of internationally renowned director Yan Mo, and also Ji Ruhui's new girlfriend, who is five years older than him.

The coffee shop has a minimalist overall decor, and the entrance is filled with Endless Summer plants.

The owner's attention to detail is evident throughout the store; a lot of effort went into the decor, and overall, it looks very expensive.

With Duan Mingxiao's appearance, all eyes involuntarily turned to this prodigy.

Everyone in the industry says he has a good relationship with the young master of the Ji family, and now it seems that this is indeed true.

Upon seeing Young Master Duan appear here, Ji Ruhui immediately put his arm around the young master's shoulder. He was dressed in an exceptionally flamboyant manner, with a wine-red shirt, flamboyant pink hair, and a Chrome Hearts silver cross necklace around his neck, making him hard to ignore in the crowd.

Duan Mingxiao was in a good mood today, and he forcibly restrained his urge to beat up Ji Ruhui.

However, the young master's mood didn't improve for long.

The person who was an eyesore to Duan Mingxiao appeared.

Across the street from the coffee shop.

Lu Tinglan held a bouquet of flowers in his arms. He was wearing a white shirt with the buttons casually undone, revealing his long, strong legs encased in suit trousers and shiny leather shoes.

He appears refined and easy-going.

Then, the man slowly crossed the sidewalk, a gentle breeze ruffling Lu Tinglan's hair.

The man handed the flowers to Yan Shi, offering polite words of congratulations.

Yan Shi accepted the flowers with a beaming smile, while Ji Ruhui, standing to the side, seemed subtly jealous.

Lu Tinglan was extremely popular in their circle. She came from an extraordinary family, was morally upright, and had a gentle personality, completely lacking the bad habits of other second-generation rich kids.

In short, many eligible young ladies in the industry are secretly watching him.

Compared to Duan Mingxiao, who comes from a prestigious family but has a bad temper, this person seems more suitable to be a husband.

Lu Tinglan had met Yan Shi a few times. He majored in psychology and minored in art abroad.

I previously served as the art director for Yan Mo's film, and the art production for that film even won an international award.

This wasn't the first time the two had met.

Duan Mingxiao kept a cold face. Although he disliked the man in front of him, it was someone else's festive day to open a shop.

When the group gathered together, even the young master wouldn't be so emotionally inept as to immediately give them a cold shoulder.

Cong Chun sat quietly in his seat, waiting patiently for his coffee to arrive.

The young master said he would treat him to coffee so he could broaden his horizons.

Qin Feng, who was not far away, saw Cong Chun's expression suddenly brighten and quickly walked over.

He is Qin Feng, the young master of the Qin family who was the first to make sarcastic remarks in Liujin last time and wanted the link to Congchun shoes.

The man deliberately stepped on Cong Chun's clean white shoes.

His tone was somewhat teasing as he stared at Cong Chun's face.

"Why are you still wearing those spiked Nike shoes?"

Cong Chun looked at him in confusion. Who was this person?

Could he also be a servant of the Duan family? Otherwise, how would he know him?

However, Cong Chun did not recall having such a person among the Duan family's servants.

Cong Chun spoke slowly.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you also a servant in the Duan family?"

Qin Feng felt as if he had punched cotton, his face turning ashen.

Then, he looked at Cong Chun's clothes and realized that they were genuine luxury clothes.

The boy frowned, a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"You slept with Young Master Duan?"

Cong Chun felt that the person in front of him was very impolite, stepping on his shoes and not apologizing, which was simply inexplicable.

Before Cong Chun could speak, the young master slapped Qin Feng's leg with his cane, causing the other man to let out a sharp scream.

"Are you looking for death?"

"He's making fun of his shoes again, you idiot."

"Get out of here, or I'll beat you up on your good days."

Qin Feng's eyes gleamed with dissatisfaction, and he snorted, somewhat unwilling to accept defeat.

"Young Master Duan had better rein in his temper."

"Don't make everyone dislike you."

Duan Mingxiao's eyes slanted upwards, but the smile didn't reach his eyes; his gaze was extremely cold.

"It's normal that you can't stand me."

"If you can stand me, I'll make sure you get what's coming to you."

"You stupid idiot, if I see you near him again, I'll kill you."

Qin Feng hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he walked away out of fear.

Duan Mingxiao is a madman; he really could kill him.

[If I had known there would be so many people, I would have just had a barista come to my place; it would have saved me the trouble.]

Duan Mingxiao had someone take Cong Chun upstairs.

Not long after, Cong Chun sat alone by the window.

The boy picked up a spoon and started stirring.

The sugar cubes gradually disappeared into the bitter coffee.

Cong Chun took a sip and felt that it was quite different from the instant coffee he had drunk before; this one was more fragrant and mellow.

In a daze, Cong Chun felt his eyelids getting heavy.

A moment later, he leaned against the window, swaying and about to fall to the ground.

A pair of cool palms appeared just in time to support his shoulders and pull Cong Chun into their arms.

Scarlet spots appeared on Cong Chun's long neck, spreading out and looking quite frightening. The boy in her arms was even having trouble breathing.

The person in her arms was slender, but Lu Tinglan knew that Cong Chun was quite strong.

The next instant, Duan Mingxiao appeared at the corner of the stairs, seemingly out of nowhere.

He looked at Cong Chun in Lu Tinglan's arms, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

A moment later, the boy, enduring the excruciating pain in his foot, stepped forward, his brow furrowed and filled with rage.

"What did you do to him?"

Lu Tinglan smiled slightly, appearing gentle and understanding.

If this were seen by others, they would think that this prince, who always does things his own way, is unreasonable.

"Ah Chan, didn't you notice?"

"He has an allergic reaction."

Is Cong Chun having an allergic reaction?

Could it be because of the coffee?

Duan Mingxiao spoke coldly, veins bulging on his neck, and he restrained himself for a moment.

A smile appeared in Lu Tinglan's eyes, and she hugged him even tighter.

"Ah-chan has difficulty walking, so let me carry him for now."