Chapter 120 Speaking ill of the young master
"Young Master, what brings you here?"
Cong Chun's pupils dilated slightly. The boy looked like a frightened puppy, drenched in the rain, wagging his tail to shake off the water.
Cong Chun raised her eyes and looked at Duan Mingxiao in front of her with a hint of doubt.
The young master's dark gaze fell on Cong Chun's wet clothes; the thin plastic raincoat offered no protection from the rain at all.
Cong Chun's back was completely soaked, and his clothes clung tightly to his back, revealing the boy's slightly protruding spine.
Duan Mingxiao suppressed his anger and looked down at the little mongrel in front of him.
The once selfish and sharp-tongued young master couldn't utter a single word of reproach.
Duan Mingxiao spoke calmly, but if you listened carefully, you could sense the anger hidden within his words, like the calm before a storm.
I just stopped by to drop by.
On the way? Cong Chun pursed his lower lip.
This place is completely opposite to Jinghai City. What are you doing in their village, young master?
Could it be that they've come to buy persimmon cakes?
Otherwise, could it be that they came to visit him?
Cong Chun could hardly believe it.
Duan Mingxiao's face was cold, his eyes like a dark, sticky swamp, about to wrap around Cong Chun's legs and drag her down with him.
The young master raised an eyebrow, his eyes slightly upturned, and stared intently at Cong Chun as he asked in return.
"What? This young master can't come?"
[If I hadn't come soon, was Stupid Chun planning to go through fire and water?]
[Screw the rain, you brain-dead weather.]
In fact, Duan Mingxiao didn't know what he was angry about. Perhaps it was because Cong Chun didn't care about his safety and ran out in the heavy rain.
Or perhaps Duan Mingxiao was angry with himself for not arriving sooner, so that Cong Chun wouldn't have gotten wet in the rain.
The boy, who never used to fight internally, actually developed a feeling of self-blame.
He is taller than Cong Chun, so even if the sky were to fall, Duan Mingxiao would be the first to hold it up.
Unfortunately, even though Cong Chun was soaking wet, he still had a carefree and delighted expression on his face.
He was happy that Duan Mingxiao was here, because Cong Chun felt very at ease with the young master by his side.
The house was simple, so Cong Chun asked the eldest son to sit on a bench to settle in first.
He then prepared to take the doctor into his grandmother's room.
Immediately afterward, Cong Chun shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice clear yet slightly hoarse.
"Grandma, I've brought the doctor back."
Dr. Wang worked at the clinic in town, but Cong Chun would quickly run with him to the clinic, panting, and then spend extra money and say some nice things before they agreed to let him come out for outpatient consultations.
After all, it was raining heavily, and nobody wanted to go out in this kind of weather.
Fortunately, Dr. Wang had a tricycle on the way back, and he gave Cong Chun a ride, but the boy was already soaked when he got there.
Duan Mingxiao's inscrutable gaze fell on Cong Chun's soaked back, and he frowned.
The next second, the young master scanned the person up and down, becoming angrier the more he looked.
[Whenever I'm not around, Chun Chun is like that pink hairdryer, always getting herself covered in mud. Damn, she really needs to be disciplined.]
Duan Mingxiao forcefully suppressed his anger and simply reached out to grab Cong Chun's wrist.
Cong Chun felt the pull behind her, turned around, and looked at the boy behind her with a puzzled expression.
Young master, stop making a scene. If you want to discipline him, wait until Cong Chun is free tonight.
Cong Chun is very busy now; he's not idle.
Cong Chun thought to himself, "Why does the young master seem a little different today?"
Duan Mingxiao was furious at Cong Chun's innocent look, but since Cong Chun was the person he liked, what could he do?
[That stupid Chun, you dare to fool me, even though you're an old man!]
Cong Chun said the doctor was brought back from a consultation at a neighbor's house, but Duan Mingxiao didn't believe him at all.
"Go change your clothes first."
Duan Mingxiao was so angry that he had no temper left. When he saw the boy's droopy puppy eyes, he felt pitiful and cute, and he felt helpless.
[I can't hit him, I can't scold him, and Chun has a bad temper; he'll just ignore me later, and I'll be the one who suffers.]
Duan Mingxiao thought for a moment, then softened his tone with a sour expression.
"Grandma will be worried if she sees this later."
The boy's tone carried an unquestionable command.
Cong Chun shook his head.
"Let me have the doctor examine Grandma first."
Duan Mingxiao frowned, his expression somewhat serious.
“I’ll take him. Grandma will definitely worry if she sees you like this.”
Cong Chun thought about this, and the boy's face showed some distress. After thinking for a few seconds, he reluctantly agreed.
Then, Cong Chun stared at Duan Mingxiao's "cold as ice" expression and earnestly gave him instructions.
"Young master, please don't take your anger out on grandma."
Duan Mingxiao squinted and pushed Cong Chun into the room to change clothes.
He lowered his head and whispered in Cong Chun's ear, his voice low and seductive.
"That's enough."
"Stupid Chun, don't push me, I'll deal with you tonight."
Cong Chun turned to look at him, their noses almost touching, their cool breaths mingling and lingering.
"Don't punish me."
"Young master, quickly send a doctor to see Grandma."
Duan Mingxiao directly bumped his forehead against Cong Chun's forehead.
"I understand, I understand, I understand."
[Couldn't you trust me a little more, Chun? You can't find another man as gentle and patient as me in Jinghai City, ha.]
Fortunately, the bruises on Grandma's calves looked scary, but they weren't very serious. However, Dr. Wang was just an ordinary doctor who could treat all sorts of illnesses.
Therefore, Cong Chun was still a little worried.
The boy wished he could turn the old woman into a pearl and put her in his pocket.
But the young master's performance tonight has completely exceeded Cong Chun's expectations.
Cong Chun had never seen the young master speak so sweetly.
That very evening, Duan Mingxiao managed to make his grandmother beam with joy.
Grandma kept calling him "Xiao Can," which made Cong Chun a little jealous.
So Cong Chun ran to his grandmother's side and said something inexplicably.
"Grandma, you really like Xiaocan, don't you?"
Grandma Wen nodded kindly.
Cong Chun pouted, his tone hesitant, as he began to think about the young master's shortcomings.
But all I can think of are the young master's good points.
After a moment, Cong Chun pursed his lips and said a sentence in a stiff and slow tone.
"Grandma, I'll tell you something in secret."
The old man's gaze fell on Duan Mingxiao behind Cong Chun, and he understood what was going on, but his face showed a hint of surprise.
However, she didn't tell Cong Chun that Duan Mingxiao was right behind him.
Duan Mingxiao pricked up his ears, eager to hear what bad things Cong Chun was going to say about him.
"Grandma, he... has a big appetite."
"Older than me."
As he spoke, Cong Chun gestured with an exaggeratedly large bowl, indicating that the young master needed to eat a whole bowl of rice to be full.
"That's terrifying."
No sooner had Cong Chun finished speaking than the young master's deep male voice sounded behind him, tinged with a hint of gritted teeth.
"Baochun, what ghost stories are you telling Grandma?"
"Share it with me too."
Cong Chun turned his head and smiled happily at the person.
As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face.
He smiled at the young master so that the young master wouldn't hit him.
Young Master Duan raised his hand and pinched Cong Chun's cheek.
The next morning, ten bags of rice appeared in front of the Cong family's house.
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