Chapter 123 Young Master Suffers Injustice
Duan Mingxiao was wearing a simple black vest, which still showed off his superior physique. The boy stared at Chen Weisheng in front of him with a cold face and a hint of hostility in his eyes.
Chen Weisheng was carrying a red bag filled with fruit he had bought in town.
A few days ago, after Chen Weisheng unexpectedly met Cong Chun, he thought about finding a time to visit the Cong family.
After all, he and Cong Chun had a pretty good relationship before.
If Cong Chun is willing, he can continue to work at the brick kiln. Although working in the factory is a bit tiring, it is the best job they have here, and the salary is much better than farming.
Chen Weisheng thought smugly that he could arrange some easier work for Cong Chun later.
They both attended high school and had a lot in common.
Chen Weisheng decided to buy some fruit at the supermarket in town. He even gritted his teeth and bought a gift box with six apples in a bright red box, which looked quite impressive.
Just then, Grandma came out of the kitchen.
Chen Weisheng bypassed the extremely imposing young man in front of him and greeted the old man in front of him.
Grandma squinted at the boy in front of her for a while, then spoke kindly.
"Xiao He, what brings you here?"
"We haven't finished the rice and oil you sent last time, so there's no need to send any more."
The young He mentioned by Grandma Wen is a young village secretary who came to Huai Shui Village two years ago. He often visits the elderly people in the village.
The Cong family's situation is quite unique in the village, as they have a college student and an elderly person in their sixties.
He Fan was also the only person who knew that Cong Chun had gone to university outside the area.
Chen Weisheng looked somewhat embarrassed upon hearing these words.
He had visited the Cong family a few times with Cong Chun when he was in school, and met Grandma Wen a few times. He never expected that she would not remember him now.
It seems the old man is getting senile.
Immediately afterwards, a stiff smile appeared on Chen Weisheng's lips, which, combined with his soy sauce-colored skin, looked somewhat comical.
He waved the fruit in his hand and said to the old man.
"Grandma, I'm Chen Weisheng. I've brought some fruit to see you."
Duan Mingxiao had a cold face and exuded a chilling aura. If it weren't for his grandmother being there, he might have frightened her. The young master would have kicked this shameless man in front of him into a ditch long ago.
How dare you call an old lady "grandma"?
What is his relationship with Cong Chun's grandmother and the shifty-eyed man beside him?
As annoying as a dead rat in the sewer.
Duan Mingxiao's dark gaze was like ice, piercing through people.
At this moment, Cong Chun was holding a spatula for mixing chicken feed.
He had just come from the backyard when the boy's gaze fell on Chen Weisheng, his eyes showing some surprise.
Chen Weisheng saw it, and then smiled and greeted Cong Chun.
Duan Mingxiao, standing to the side, practically rolled his eyes to the heavens.
[Keep performing. This young master will just treat it as watching a monkey show.]
Upon entering the main room, Chen Weisheng saw the pile of gifts in the corner, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.
Although they didn't know what was inside, the gift boxes alone looked incredibly valuable, something that couldn't possibly be found in their small town, and probably not even in their entire county.
The next second, Chen Weisheng's gaze secretly fell on Duan Mingxiao, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.
He had just seen a Hummer parked in front of the Cong family's house. This car wasn't cheap, so it seemed that all these things were brought by the strange man who had suddenly appeared at the Cong family's house.
Chen Weisheng was completely baffled, as he had never heard of any wealthy distant relatives in the Cong family.
If I remember correctly, I did hear that Cong Chun had an uncle who worked in the capital.
Chen Weisheng once wanted to try his luck in a big city, but his parents told him to get married early, find a wife and have children, preferably a girl who works in the county government.
He has recently met a few women who are his equals in terms of social standing, and some even own property in the county.
However, Chen Weisheng didn't like any of them because they weren't good-looking enough.
Chen Weisheng still wanted to find a beautiful woman.
She doesn't need to be very pretty, someone like Cong Chun will do.
Thinking this, Chen Weisheng glanced at Cong Chun from head to toe.
Duan Mingxiao, standing to the side, naturally noticed Chen Weisheng's gaze, which was lewd and made no attempt to conceal it.
With a loud "bang," Duan Mingxiao slammed his fist into the table, making a loud noise.
Chen Weisheng, lost in his fantasies, was startled back to his senses.
At that moment, he heard a cold male voice, and Duan Mingxiao's sharp gaze fell on him.
"What are you looking at with those pig eyes? I don't see any living ones. Do you need a cornea donation?"
"Take a look in the mirror. How dare you come out and bother others looking like that?"
Even if I only glance at this pervert, I'll have to wash my eyes with disinfectant when I get back.
[His eyes kept glancing at Chun Chun; I wanted to gouge his eyes out.]
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then grabbed Duan Mingxiao's arm, hoping he would calm down a bit.
Grandma is still here.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun noticed Duan Mingxiao's resentful eyes and knew that the young master was unhappy again.
Duan Mingxiao pouted and said something aggrieved, but it sounded like he was threatening someone.
"He just bullied me."
Cong Chun looked down at him, then suddenly became nervous as she examined Duan Mingxiao's body for any external injuries.
As expected, Duan Mingxiao was unharmed.
Immediately afterwards, the young master whispered something in Cong Chun's ear.
"What was with that look in his eyes?"
"How dare you look at me like that?"
"If Grandma weren't here, I would have blinded him."
As soon as the young master finished speaking in his deep voice, he carefully observed the expression on Cong Chun's face.
If Cong Chun's face showed any reluctance or unwillingness.
Duan Mingxiao really will kill Chen Weisheng.
The way this person looks at me suggests they have ill intentions.
There are only two people in the Cong family, one is older and the other is so kind-hearted.
I didn't realize how unpredictable people can be.
Let Duan Mingxiao do the things that bad guys do.
Cong Chun was also somewhat angry when he heard Duan Mingxiao's words.
Although the young master can be a little unreasonable at times, he rarely feels so wronged.
Cong Chun is very protective of his own. If his little ones are bullied by other families, he will always get revenge.
Cong Chun would never allow his family and friends to suffer any injustice.
Cong Chun's tone was gentle but carried a hint of reassurance. If the young master weren't taller than him, Cong Chun would have liked to pat Duan Mingxiao's head to comfort him.
"I'll tell Grandma about it privately later."
"We won't let him come to our house next time."
Duan Mingxiao suppressed the urge to smile and nodded in agreement.
I should have brought Mengmeng, that silly dog, with me when I came.
So when he encounters someone he doesn't like, the young master will unleash his dogs to bite them.
After all, Chen Weisheng's existence is like a fart in a public place—sudden and disgusting.
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