Chapter 128 Serving one's wife is a matter of course
Cong Chun sat on the edge of the bed. The boy lowered his eyes, and long, raven-feather-like shadows fell beautifully on his eyes.
He quietly watched as Duan Mingxiao squatted in front of him, revealing his broad back.
Duan Mingxiao squatted down and grasped Cong Chun's fair ankle with his burning hands.
Beside the bed was a dark blue basin, somewhat old. Cong Chun had used this basin for many years, using it to wash clothes or to wash his feet in winter. It was filled with warm water.
Under the dim yellow light, it seemed to be steaming.
But who would have thought that Duan Mingxiao, the dignified young master of Jinghai, who was always surrounded by admirers when he went out, would now be washing feet for people in this small mountain village.
Cong Chun felt a little embarrassed. He had started bathing himself when he was three or four years old.
I always wash my own feet.
Cong Chun learned to do things for himself when he was very young, and he often helped the adults with their tasks.
When staying in the dormitory, the boys' clothes were never properly washed, or they would just be rinsed in water a few times and then washed clean.
Even when left to dry on the railing, they still have a sour, foul smell.
Cong Chun always manages to wash his clothes and socks perfectly clean. Even if his shoes get dirty from walking on muddy roads, he will wash them clean. So, although his things are old, they are not dirty.
This was the first time someone had helped Cong Chun wash. The young master said that he had run out barefoot and his feet were very dirty, so they wanted to help him wash them.
The boy braced his hands on the edge of the wooden bed, staring intently at Duan Mingxiao's hair whorl. When he spoke, Cong Chun's tone carried a hint of worry.
"Young master, what about your exhibition match?"
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone revealing a hint of laziness.
"what to do?"
"It's too late now, don't get any ideas."
"It wasn't a very important competition; it was just a contract we signed beforehand."
"Going there could make the caravan some money, but if I don't go, I'm not short of that money."
Duan Mingxiao gripped Cong Chun's ankle tightly, tilted his head, and smiled at the boy.
"Don't worry, you idiot."
"I'm not short of money."
Your husband is not short of money.
[And even if I, this young master, am wrong, so what?]
[I briefly mentioned the organizers; it's nothing serious.]
[If I had known that Chun would cry, I wouldn't have gone back.]
Even though his family didn't support him racing, Duan Mingxiao still managed to achieve good results.
Duan Mingxiao could easily earn millions for a single exhibition match, but the young master would only accept the job if he was interested or in a certain mood.
The organizers practically begged him to go.
Even if he doesn't go this time, people will say that Duan Mingxiao is untrustworthy and acts like a big shot.
So what?
Duan Mingxiao simply didn't care whether these people could give him a championship or a wife.
Cong Chun's face flushed instantly. Why did the young master say such things?
The boy put his arm around the young master's arm, his voice slightly hesitant.
"I...I'll wash it myself."
Duan Mingxiao squatted on the ground, frowning as he looked at him.
"You wash it yourself?"
"Can you wash it properly by yourself?"
Cong Chun nodded and silently emphasized.
"I can."
He's not a child. Even if Cong Chun were a child, he would have already learned these things long ago.
It won't stump him.
Duan Mingxiao's tone was unhappy, but the boy's eyes were clearly full of smiles.
"Clumsy".
He's not stupid; Grandma says he's the smartest. Cong Chun was a little angry, remembering what she had just heard the young master's inner thoughts.
Young Master Mingming said he wanted to "leave quickly."
Cong Chun lifted his foot, wanting to pull it back so that he wouldn't let the young master wash it, but he didn't control his strength and splashed water from the basin.
Water splashed onto Duan Mingxiao's face.
Cong Chun was stunned for a moment, just in time to meet Duan Mingxiao's deep and dark eyes.
Feeling as if he were being watched by an extremely ferocious animal, Cong Chun involuntarily shrank back.
Immediately afterwards, the young master suddenly pounced on him, burying his face in Cong Chun's clothes and rubbing against her chest.
Duan Mingxiao's high nose caused friction between Cong Chun's pajamas and skin, creating a slightly itchy sensation.
The eldest son was making a scene.
[This young master is going to rub it all over that stupid Chun, to teach him a lesson for being so willful.]
[You actually got foot-washing water on my face! Even if it smells nice, it's unacceptable!]
Cong Chun felt very itchy, especially when the young master's soft yet firm hair was sticking to her body, the itch was particularly pronounced.
Behind him was the small bed, and Cong Chun lay on the bed with his head tilted back.
A moment later, the boy let out a happy laugh.
Young master, it really tickles him.
Suddenly, Duan Mingxiao raised his head and looked at him.
"Heh heh, what's wrong, finally happy?"
[Chun Chun was frowning the whole time, just like Little Bitter Gourd.]
Cong Chun tilted her head and looked at him, strands of hair falling down the boy's cheek onto the bed.
"I'm not happy."
You should have left immediately.
The boy spoke softly, and sounded as if he was in some distress.
Duan Mingxiao was stunned for a moment. He then kneaded Cong Chun's cheek with his long, strong fingers, as if kneading dough.
"I really need to leave as soon as possible."
"Because if I don't leave now, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."
This straightforward expression of love was thus revealed.
Upon hearing these words, Cong Chun felt his heart was filled to the brim.
At this moment, he was truly happy, as if lying on a soft cloud, and the young master couldn't bear to part with him.
Cong Chun pursed his lips and secretly made up his mind that he would treat the young master very well in the future.
He remembered his precious little red tin box.
Cong Chun was eager to share this with Duan Mingxiao.
A moment later, Cong Chun pulled the small iron box out of the cabinet.
It contained some of the things that Cong Chun valued most from childhood to adulthood.
He couldn't bear to use the paintbrush set and the cartoon-shaped eraser that caught his eye.
Duan Mingxiao, who was usually short-tempered, listened patiently to Cong Chun's sharing.
Listening to Cong Chun recount what had happened before, Duan Mingxiao didn't find it boring at all; on the contrary, he found it quite interesting.
It seems that through these things in front of him, Duan Mingxiao has become involved in Cong Chun's past life.
Then, as Cong Chun recounted the interesting stories from the fields, Duan Mingxiao's lips couldn't help but curl upwards slightly.
Their personalities are completely opposite. When they were kids, Duan Mingxiao hated obedient children the most.
[I bet when Chun Chun was little, he would cry if you teased him even a little.]
[Unlike now, when they've even learned to argue with people.]
[Haha, but that's normal. If someone bullies you, you should fight back.]
[I'll back you up; I'll make sure he gets what's coming to him.]
Cong Chun felt inexplicably at ease, so he was certain he would win.
Because the young master is really good at swearing.
Cong Chun admired him greatly.
It's like how good kids naturally attract bad kids.
However, in Cong Chun's heart, the young master was not a bad child; he was an excellent child when he was young.
Cong Chun chattered on and on, and it was the first time Duan Mingxiao had ever heard him say so much.
He stared at Cong Chun's serene and beautiful profile, and was momentarily captivated. In fact, when Duan Mingxiao first saw Cong Chun at the school gate that day, his heart was already stirred.
To put it nicely, Duan Mingxiao has a slight case of face blindness; to put it bluntly, he doesn't care about anyone.
That was the only day he saw Cong Chun for the first time at the school gate.
Summer weather is oppressive, the sun is scorching, and the air is thick with heat; the young master's mood mirrors that of others.
Surprisingly, Duan Mingxiao was able to clearly remember Cong Chun's appearance the moment he saw him.
He even made sarcastic remarks. In the past, Duan Mingxiao's sharp tongue would not be directed at unimportant people. The young master was used to ignoring strangers unless they came to him for trouble.
However, he spoke to Cong Chun instead.
Like a child's naive mind, Duan Mingxiao inexplicably wanted to attract that person's attention.
He thought to himself, "This person is quite good-looking."
Actually, the young master has seen many good-looking people; movie stars and models with great figures are among his fans.
Unfortunately, Duan Mingxiao didn't feel anything; he thought all those people looked exactly the same.
Duan Mingxiao wasn't someone who cared about looks, but at the time he thought Cong Chun was very good-looking, which immediately caught his eye.
Perhaps, this is destiny.
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