Chapter 12 I'll Only Listen to You
Duan Mingxiao's magnetic voice, like the sound of an ancient zither, gently entered the ear, and at the same time, Cong Chun also heard the young master's inner thoughts.
Tracking? Cong Chun had only ever tracked chicken claw marks; his grandmother used to keep a few chickens in her fenced enclosure.
As a result, it secretly flew away in the middle of the night. Later, Cong Chun followed the chicken's footprints on the muddy ground and found the lost chicken in the rice field.
Inside the brocade-clad private room.
The young ladies and gentlemen were all staring at Cong Chun. Without exception, although the boy in front of them was dressed plainly and even wore cheap knock-off shoes, his face was enough to leave a deep impression on everyone.
"Who let you come here?"
Duan Mingxiao was in a terrible mood. He couldn't explain why. Perhaps it was because Cong Chun had appeared in the private room, and the people there were making undisguised, ugly mockery and now openly coveting him.
Cong Chun, however, seemed like a fool, oblivious to everything.
"Young Master, it was Madam who sent me to find you."
She wants you to come home.
Cong Chun spoke in a very conventional manner, like a little robot.
Duan Mingxiao was furious. He saw the way the Qin family boy looked at Cong Chun not far away, and he was almost captivated by the little fool in front of him.
The boy crossed his long legs and looked up at Cong Chun in front of him. His tall figure made the single sofa seem a bit cramped.
"And what about you?"
[So annoying, this silly girl, why does she respond when strange men talk to her?]
Don't talk to strangers! The only good person in this room is right in front of you!
Cong Chun slightly shifted his gaze, not daring to look at him. He felt that Duan Mingxiao now resembled his grandmother when she scolded him.
Seeing that Cong Chun did not answer, Duan Mingxiao stood up abruptly from the sofa, picked up his cane, and said coldly.
"Come out with me."
[To save you face, I'm handling some family matters so outsiders can't see what's going on.]
Cong Chun stepped forward to help him, but Duan Mingxiao avoided her.
Cong Chun pursed his lips, feeling somewhat at a loss. Actually, he felt a little uncomfortable because Duan Mingxiao wasn't at the Duan family home. Butler Chen had already assigned all the matters of the Duan family, and Cong Chun didn't know what to do.
In the darkness, the two stood under a streetlamp.
“You only have me as your employer. You listen to everyone else. Do you even want to keep your job?”
Duan Mingxiao's tone revealed a clear hint of anger.
Cong Chun didn't dare to look up at him at all; Duan Mingxiao's angry appearance was just too much like his grandmother's.
"Young master, I will be obedient from now on."
Duan Mingxiao looked up at Cong Chun's cautious demeanor and softened his tone.
"Where did we go wrong?"
Cong Chun didn't really know what he had done wrong, but he roughly knew why Duan Mingxiao was angry.
"Young Master, I will only listen to you from now on."
Duan Mingxiao leaned on his cane, his lips unconsciously curving upwards in a wild smile.
"Why do you only listen to me?"
After careful consideration, Cong Chun finally spoke his mind.
"Because the young master looks a lot like my grandmother."
Duan Mingxiao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger.
[I told you not to talk to strange men, and here you are talking to me like that, you're hopeless, it makes me even angrier.]
Duan Mingxiao turned his back and left behind a single sentence.
"Go back and tell her I'm not coming home tonight."
I need some peace and quiet.
At this moment, Ji Ruhui drove the limited edition Bugatti, which was airlifted from the UAE, and stopped in front of Duan Mingxiao.
The boy rolled down the car window, revealing half of his dashing face, and waved to Duan Mingxiao.
"Ah Chan, get in the car."
"I've already had the maid at home prepare the room; you're staying at my house tonight."
Duan Mingxiao, with a dark expression, got into the passenger seat of Ji Ruhui's car.
The sports car emitted a loud, explosive engine roar, leaving Cong Chun with a trail of exhaust fumes.
Cong Chun blinked. "Young Master wants some peace and quiet? Is Jingjing a friend of Young Master's?"
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun took out his battered cell phone from his bag and slowly walked towards the city center.
At the mobile phone shop, Cong Chun handed the phone to a professional repairman.
The repairman frowned as he looked at the phone Cong Chun brought out for repair. It was a low-end phone brand produced eight years ago, and they no longer had any replacement parts in their shop.
The repairman returned the phone to Cong Chun.
"Sorry, it can't be repaired. How about we get you a new one?"
Cong Chun looked at the worn-out phone in her hand, and after a moment, slowly raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her.
"Hello, I'd like to ask if you have any mobile phones in the store that cost around 100 yuan?"
"I'm sorry, sir, the cheapest phone in our store costs a thousand yuan."
A thousand yuan? Cong Chun silently stuffed his phone into his pocket.
"Okay, thank you. I'll think about it."
Cold jazz was playing in the car. Duan Mingxiao was dozing off with his eyes half-closed. Ji Ruhui, who was next to him, originally wanted to say something, but seeing that Duan Mingxiao was resting, he held back and didn't say anything.
A moment later, it started to rain. The windshield wipers were turned on, and the rain on the road became heavier and heavier, pounding against the windshield like drumbeats.
Duan Mingxiao frowned and opened his eyes, staring blankly at the car window and the street scenes rushing past.
The next second, the boy turned around and said to Ji Ruhui, who was driving.
Ji Ruhui gripped the steering wheel with his long, slender hands, looking puzzled. Duan Mingxiao repeated himself.
Ji Ruhui parked the car by the roadside, wanting to see what this young master was up to. He was even more troublesome than his cousin.
After the car pulled over to the side of the road, Duan Mingxiao took out the umbrella that came with the car and tossed it to Ji Ruhui beside him.
Give me the car keys.
By the roadside, Ji Ruhui held an umbrella, watching the exhaust fumes, and recalled Duan Mingxiao's last words.
"Two hundred yuan, take a taxi home myself."
Ji Ruhui looked down at the two bright red banknotes that Duan Mingxiao had stuffed into her hand, and her defenses completely crumbled.
He held up an umbrella, jumped up, pointed at the cars that were driving away and started cursing. Ji Ruhui had long arms and legs, and was like a big grasshopper hopping around. Passersby with umbrellas around him avoided him.
"Duan Mingxiao, you damned beast."
“You left me, a decent man, all alone in the wilderness… Waaah.”
On the other side, Cong Chun walked out of the mobile phone repair shop, and it suddenly started to rain. Since Cong Chun did not have an umbrella, he had to stand under the eaves and wait for the rain to stop.
The rain continued to fall without stopping, the raindrops pattering down the eaves and splashing into puddles like fireworks.
A hint of worry flashed in Cong Chun's eyes. Every time it rained, he was afraid that the heavy rain would wash away his house.
I wonder if Grandma is doing well at home?
Cong Chun only has two pairs of shoes. He has worn an old pair of black canvas shoes for five years, from ill-fitting to fit perfectly. The pair he is wearing now is a new pair he bought after taking the college entrance examination.
Cong Chun stared at the puddles on the ground being repeatedly hit by the water, unconsciously tightening his grip on the shoulder strap of his crossbody bag, and thought silently.
Cong Chun put her legs together, lowered her eyes and carefully examined the new shoes she had recently bought. Her soft hair, damp from the rain, clung to the boy's fair forehead.
He tentatively lifted his foot, preparing to step into the small puddle in front of him.
But it doesn't matter, people make their own way, and even the darkest night has stars.
A car horn honked, bringing Cong Chun back to his senses. A limited-edition supercar had stopped in front of him.
The car window, still damp with water, slowly rolled down. Duan Mingxiao pursed his lips, looked up at him, and spoke with a slightly unnatural and helpless tone.
"Idiot, I'm here to pick you up."
[How old are you? You still like splashing in puddles like a little kid, just like that pink hairdryer.]
Cong Chun looked up and met those deep, sun-like eyes, and her breath hitched slightly.
What is a pink hair dryer?
Then Cong Chun looked at the boy in the driver's seat and kindly reminded him.
"Young master, please don't get down. Rainwater will make your feet smell if it gets into your shoes."
Duan Mingxiao: Thanks for the invitation, but I am still a cripple with limited mobility.
Duan Mingxiao unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned his head against the steering wheel, honked the horn, and reminded Cong Chun.
"Get in the car quickly, you promised to be obedient."
[Little liar.]
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