Chapter 69 Protector of His Wife

A beautiful cake was laid out on the table, topped with a small red car model.

The couple looked at the cake and exchanged bewildered glances. The birthday boy was not present, and Yun Lanshuang had no idea where Duan Mingxiao had gone off to fool around.

He used to be more well-behaved when he was lame, but now that his leg is healed, he's become a wild horse that can't be stopped.

Even if you're locked in a room, you can still climb out the window.

Duan Chengshan stared at the cake in front of him with a serious expression, and finally, the man took the initiative and spoke.

"Lan Shuang, let's eat. It's fine if it's not his birthday."

"Anyway, he's already living such a great life that every day is his birthday, so what difference does today make?"

Yun Lan pursed her lips, still somewhat worried. She had seen Can'er with red eyes and a gloomy face today.

They didn't even win the championship, so why are they still unhappy?

Yun Lan glared at Duan Chengshan, who was standing to the side. It was all his fault for locking her in the room; he almost made her sick.

"Can't you say something nice? He's your son, not your subordinate."

Duan Chengshan cut a piece of cake for someone and didn't continue the topic.

"I'll light a candle for you, and you can make a wish."

Yun Lanshuang was furious. She looked at her husband with disdain. Today was their son Duan Mingxiao's birthday, not hers. What was going on?

I want you to be as happy every day as you are on your birthday.

Yun Lanshuang was stunned for a moment, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she slapped the man across the face, cursing under her breath.

"shameless."

She was the only one who could scold and beat Yun Lan Shuang's son.

Duan Chengshan felt a slight pain in his cheek and silently thought that Duan Mingxiao's willfulness was actually inherited from his wife.

On the surface, he is the head of the family, but in reality, he is the person with the lowest status in the family.

Duan Mingxiao also knew Cong Chun; once he made up his mind about something, he would become stubbornly persistent. He suspected that Cong Chun was a "stubborn person" in his past life and was now deliberately getting stuck on it.

Duan Mingxiao was completely unaware that he was also stubborn, going down a path he couldn't walk, even kicking out the streetlights on both sides of the road, leaving no way for others to survive.

"Then come back and continue being my nanny."

"I'll pay you a salary."

Cong Chun shook his head; his work schedule was already booked until next year.

I'm not available to be the young master's nanny anymore.

"Young Master, let's wait until next year."

"I'm currently unavailable."

[What the heck? They have availability for part-time jobs, but I have to book them? Do they even know how many people are vying to be their nanny?]

The next second, Duan Mingxiao slammed his wallet on the table.

"I don't care."

"Wasn't that the money you gave me to buy a phone?"

"Count for yourself how much money you gave me, whether it's enough or not, and remember to make up the difference if it's not."

Duan Mingxiao gets angry whenever he thinks about this.

They even left him some money when he left. Does he look like someone who's short of money?

Could it be that, after sleeping together for so long, Duan Mingxiao is just a cheap gigolo in Chun Chun's eyes?

Cong Chun took the wallet and started counting the money; he remembered that he had paid enough.

Cong Chun covered his right eye with one hand and slowly began counting money with the other, muttering to himself.

Take out the coins and count them together: one yuan, two yuan, and fifty cents.

Cong Chun slowly counted, while Duan Mingxiao patiently watched him count.

The young master stared intently at the boy's soft whorl of hair and long eyelashes.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Cong Chun finally finished counting.

He happily handed the money to Duan Mingxiao.

"Young master, I've counted it. It's five thousand eighty-nine yuan and eight mao in total."

The money that was spent was all used by Duan Mingxiao to buy medicine.

Butler Chen said that Cong Chun might be sick, so Duan Mingxiao went to the pharmacy and bought all the basic medicines.

Let's see if we can use it later; it's best if we can't.

But Cong Chun forgot that he had put his hand down.

Duan Mingxiao was stunned for a moment when he saw the large swollen bump on the boy's eye.

His expression twisted, and he let out a violent shout.

"Damn, which beast did this?"

"Do you think I'm dead?"

[I thought Chun was cosplaying as a Pirates of the Caribbean.]

Cong Chun didn't speak.

Duan Mingxiao's tone was stern, and his eyes were filled with deep anger.

"After returning home, he ran away without making a sound, and his eyes were swollen."

"You really know how to stir things up."

[This young master will be stricter to let Chun Chun know the seriousness of the matter, so she won't always try to get away with it by acting cute.]

Cong Chun felt somewhat aggrieved.

"Young Master, please don't be mean to me."

Duan Mingxiao stiffened his neck and raised his voice.

I didn't yell at you.

Cong Chun also became stubborn, raising his voice.

"You yelled at me."

Duan Mingxiao's thin lips were pressed into a line, his face cold.

He won the championship today, but he's not happy at all.

He even accidentally broke the racing car model that Chun Chun had given him.

He almost cried.

But the boy in front of her was completely unaware of this.

Duan Mingxiao pursed his lips.

"I don't."

The next second, Cong Chun stepped forward and hugged him like a newborn calf.

"Young master, my eyes hurt."

The moment he was embraced, Duan Mingxiao deflated like a punctured balloon.

For the first time, a feeling of guilt arose in my heart.

He should have treated him better.

In the next instant, Cong Chun's feet were lifted into the air, and Duan Mingxiao carried him in a princess carry, gently protecting his head.

Duan Mingxiao's jawline was taut, his dark eyes revealed a hint of ruthlessness, and he exuded a chilling aura.

The injuries you suffered, I will repay tenfold for.

It's common knowledge that the men in the Duan family are fiercely protective of their wives.