Chapter 163 First Time
Before long, they arrived at the Duan family's old residence.
Six months have passed, and the old house has remained unchanged.
Several maids even recognized Cong Chun and secretly greeted him.
Cong Chun also secretly waved to them.
On the table, hot food was served. It was all home-style cooking, but even so, the presentation and taste were more refined than those of ordinary families.
The Duan couple were already at the dining table. When Yun Lanshuang saw Cong Chun come in, she smiled at him, but Duan Chengshan, who was standing to the side, still looked a little awkward.
Duan Chengshan's son is truly outstanding in everything he does, even when it comes to finding a partner, he has to be different from others and bring back a man.
Right now, at the dinner table, we're not talking about company matters.
We mainly talked about the two children and their school life.
The three chatted happily. Yun Lanshuang looked at Cong Chun and liked her more and more. She found him to be gentle and polite, just like herself.
Duan Mingxiao was not too happy. He knew that Cong Chun was good at recruiting people. He could steal people's souls with just a few glances and a few words. Otherwise, why would so many shameless people be eyeing him covetously?
Duan Chengshan, on the other hand, seemed to feel somewhat out of place.
As a father, he still had to care about Duan Mingxiao's marriage.
The man put down his chopsticks and pondered for a moment.
The man drew the attention of all three people at the table.
Duan Mingxiao even showed a look of disgust.
The old man is acting really strange today.
Duan Chengshan looked up at the two of them, trying to keep his tone natural, with the air of a senior offering words of comfort.
When are you planning to get married?
Duan Mingxiao almost spat out the food in his mouth, Cong Chun was stunned, and Yun Lanshuang was dumbfounded. It was the first time she had ever seen her husband say something so surprising.
Duan Mingxiao swallowed the food.
Did he damage his brain?
Cong Chun glanced at Duan Mingxiao.
"Old man, do you know what year of college I'm in?"
Duan Chengshan frowned, somewhat speechless.
"A sophomore year."
Duan Mingxiao said irritably.
"I thought you didn't know."
Duan Chengshan cleared his throat, naturally adopting the authority of an elder.
"Lan'er and I got our marriage certificate right after graduating from university."
"Don't you always want to be better than me?"
Duan Mingxiao's eyes widened in surprise. After a moment of reflection, he suddenly realized that his father had said something that made sense.
The young master nodded.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao winked at Cong Chun.
"Let's get our marriage certificate abroad after the New Year."
Cong Chun was dumbfounded. He hadn't saved enough money yet, and he had no house or car. How could he marry the young master?
The young master looks like he's going to spend a lot of money.
That night, Cong Chun thought about it over and over and couldn't sleep.
He felt he couldn't be so irresponsible as to get married so quickly, but if he couldn't provide the young master with a comfortable life, wouldn't he just be one of those scumbags that others talk about?
With this unease in mind, Cong Chun finally decided to talk things out with Duan Mingxiao.
When Duan Mingxiao found out, he laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, and the young master almost rolled around on the bed.
Cong Chun was a little speechless. He was sitting on the bed, talking to the young master about serious matters.
Duan Mingxiao was unaware of Cong Chun's innermost thoughts, but during their time living together, the two had kissed countless times and held hands countless times.
However, they never managed to take the final step.
Despite Duan Mingxiao's occasional slutty remarks to Cong Chun, he is actually a virgin himself.
If it's too painful to bear, just rub your thigh against it and it will pass.
However, seeing Cong Chun's nonsensical appearance, yet still wanting to marry him, he was quite surprised.
Duan Mingxiao felt he needed to shatter the other party's illusions as soon as possible.
So the next day, Cong Chun stayed in bed all day.
The young master's nose bridge is very straight, and it hurts a lot from being rubbed.
Duan Mingxiao, shirtless, propped himself up on his arms and watched him. The boy had well-developed back muscles, and upon closer inspection, there were red scratch marks. The young master's mind was filled with fantasies.
[Cong Chun, just tell me what to do. I want to continue tonight.]
What resistance do I have to you?
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