Chapter 112 Unending Entanglement
"Old man, if you're going to die, die sooner rather than later, don't die in front of him."
[That idiot Lu Tinglan, his brain must have been bombarded years ago.]
Why are you standing so close to him? You'll scare Chun-chun, and then I'll have to personally comfort him.
The young master's eyes were slightly upturned, exuding a fierce aggression. He was like a wild and untamed jaguar, his dark and narrow gaze falling on Lu Tinglan like a bottomless abyss, sending chills down one's spine.
Duan Mingxiao wore a crisp black leather jacket. He had a somewhat unruly demeanor and was extremely tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Just standing there, he exuded a strong sense of pressure, like a majestic mountain.
His disdainful gaze intimidated people, making them afraid to approach.
In his eyes, Lu Tinglan was the most hypocritical and disgusting person. When they were young, they and Ji Ruhui would meet up to play together in private because their families had business dealings.
Duan Mingxiao doesn't have many friends. Apart from Ji Ruhui, who is a fool, Duan Mingxiao only befriends intelligent people because the young master has a "dislike of stupidity".
He hates idiots.
So at that time, the two had a good relationship. Although Lu Tinglan was a few years older than him and Ji Ruhui, they always treated each other as peers, and at least on the surface, he seemed very approachable.
In reality, Lu Tinglan is selfish and hypocritical, while Duan Mingxiao hates pretentious people more than anything else.
They packaged themselves as a pure white lotus emerging from the mud, but unfortunately, they were rotten and foul inside, a lump of mud that couldn't be plastered on a wall.
Most importantly, Duan Mingxiao only allows himself to show off, and doesn't allow others to do so in front of him.
He never expected to witness such sordid things, and Duan Mingxiao was almost blinded by the sight, wishing he could wash his eyes.
Of course, besides that, Lu Tinglan had also made things difficult for Duan Mingxiao behind his back before.
Accused of stealing and bullying the weak, Duan Mingxiao said it was just a childish frame-up.
This caused the already poor reputation of the young master to worsen for a period of time, and he was even called in for a talk by a teacher at school.
However, Duan Mingxiao didn't care at all and called him a troublemaker.
He took it as a compliment.
After all, if everyone understood him, wouldn't Duan Mingxiao be too ordinary?
Lu Tinglan's tone appeared calm, but he was actually struggling to suppress his anger, and his long, slender fingers involuntarily clenched into fists.
"Young Master Duan, this is a school. You'd better learn how to respect your teachers."
Unbeknownst to Duan Mingxiao, he had already shielded Cong Chun behind him. The boy couldn't help but chuckle, crossed his arms, and looked Lu Tinglan up and down.
The young master's tone was full of sarcasm, his words drawn out and his voice somewhat low.
"You don't deserve my respect."
[Old man, you're lucky if I don't kick you to death. You're even better at pretending than me. Who gave you permission?]
[No, this can't be called pretending.]
My exceptional character and appearance are innate advantages I was born with.
Cong Chun's view was blocked by Duan Mingxiao, and he could only see the boy's broad back, but the young master's thoughts were truly heard in his heart.
For some reason, Cong Chun felt somewhat helpless.
Just like the pigs my grandma used to raise, they were always disobedient, rooting around the stones in a mess.
Cong Chun looked up at the boy's broad shoulders with her droopy dog eyes.
However, the young master is indeed very handsome, much more handsome than the pigs that Grandma used to raise.
Lu Tinglan had a cold face. He hated Duan Mingxiao. From the first moment he saw this person, he couldn't help but feel a sense of rejection.
What followed was a deep sense of disgust and jealousy.
However, due to the interests of his family, Lu Tinglan could only pretend to be approachable and friendly.
He could have turned a blind eye, but the other party always liked to ruin his plans.
Thinking of this, the gentle, pleading smile on Lu Tinglan's face slowly shattered like broken porcelain.
He was like a cold, damp snake, and the light in the man's eyes suddenly turned sinister.
Why is this person always so happy, as if they have no worries?
He had actually been paying attention to Duan Mingxiao's racing results, but every time he was number one on the leaderboard, it deeply stung Lu Tinglan's eyes.
Why can I only be second place, while Duan Mingxiao can always sit firmly on the throne of first place?
In addition, due to physical reasons, Lu Tinglan is almost unable to do any exercise.
Unfortunately, sick and weak people are often unable to engage in activities that require a lot of energy.
There was only one exception: they were all excessively lustful.
Conversely, healthy people seem to have unlimited energy, and this applies to everything.
Those years spent in the hospital were filled with pain and suffering, making even walking on my own two legs an inconvenience.
Lu Tinglan's gaze involuntarily fell on Cong Chun behind the boy.
Still unwilling to give up, he whispered, his tone seductive.
"Xiaochun, I really didn't mean to."
"Don't ignore me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Tinglan suddenly stepped forward and staged a scene in front of Cong Chun, making it seem as if Duan Mingxiao had pushed her down.
Lu Tinglan clutched her chest, her face pale and pale. The man slumped to the ground, breathing rapidly.
Because of the pain in my chest, my back was constantly covered in cold sweat.
Lu Tinglan never felt he had done anything wrong, nor did he feel guilty.
He wasn't sick at all.
He, Lu Tinglan, is the only normal person in this world.
When Duan Mingxiao saw that this person had started acting right away, the young master's temper exploded.
Duan Mingxiao stepped forward and kicked Lu Tinglan hard in the chest, looking down at him with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"What? Has your illness flared up again?"
"So fragile?"
"I'll give you a ride. Get in line early, or you won't have to wait to be reincarnated."
Lu Tinglan grunted, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.
Seeing that the man was truly having a relapse, Cong Chun grabbed Duan Mingxiao's arm.
Duan Mingxiao pursed his lips before leisurely withdrawing his hand.
The next second, the Crown Prince squatted down and slowly whispered in Lu Tinglan's ear.
"You're not even worthy to be my doormat."
"Be careful when you go out these days. I don't have time to hold your arm down and watch you write your apology statement."
"If I don't see an apology statement by tomorrow morning, I'll send you to the eighteenth level of hell."
Lu Tinglan closed her eyes, spread her hands, and said nothing. The man seemed to have given in.
A moment later, the room was empty.
Lu Tinglan struggled to her feet.
He laughed foolishly.
In reality, all of this was done on purpose by the man.
He could have been much more discreet, without revealing the slightest clue.
He could completely manipulate Cong Chun.
However, Lu Tinglan deliberately let Cong Chun find out.
Seeing the disappointment in Cong Chun's eyes as she looked at him, Lu Tinglan felt an unprecedented excitement.
If the annoying Duan Mingxiao weren't there, his experience in this scene would be much better.
He enjoyed being looked at with disgust; Lu Tinglan preferred being hated to being liked.
The deeper the hatred, the better.
Unfortunately, Cong Chun said it wasn't worth being sad about.
Lu Tinglan gave a light scoff.
Cong Chun, sooner or later, I will make you willingly submit.
Now, I absolutely need you.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the man's eyes.
I, Lu Tinglan, will never let you go, even if it means my death.
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