Chapter 171 A Rotten Person's True Feelings
Duan Mingxiao watched the two talking quietly from a short distance away, though the young master was somewhat unhappy inside.
Ji Ruhui, who was standing to the side, put her arm around Duan Mingxiao's shoulder, and the boy raised the corner of his lips as if watching a good show.
"Our sister-in-law is so popular."
"Ah Chan, you're acting so calm right now, that's not right."
The young master snorted coldly.
"Nonsense! How could a single dog like you understand the trust between us?"
Ji Ruhui immediately broke down.
"Hey, hey, hey, Ah Chan."
Ji Ruhui's commotion immediately attracted the attention of two people not far away.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao gave Ji Ruhui a cold look.
"Little chick, you should still call me by my name from now on."
Ji Ruhui narrowed his eyes, looking somewhat puzzled.
"What's wrong."
Seeing Ji Ruhui's lack of tact, Duan Mingxiao's brows furrowed with annoyance. He had never been very patient with anyone other than Cong Chun.
[You call me Ah-Can, but what does my wife call me? You have no sense of propriety!]
"Anyway, stop calling me that. I'm already being lenient by not making you call me Dad."
Ji Ruhui glanced at Cong Chun not far away, as if she understood something, and her heart broke.
"You bastard, Duan Mingxiao! You've forgotten your friends for the sake of a pretty girl!"
The young master didn't bother with him. When Duan Mingxiao saw Cong Chun looking in his direction, he smiled shamelessly.
The young master secretly counted the numbers in his mind, though he was quite petty.
[1, 2, 3, ... 15, 16...]
Duan Mingxiao wanted to see how many seconds it would take for Cong Chun to walk up to him, as he planned to stamp the boy's body with several seals that night.
Cong Chun bid farewell to Mo Xizhi, reminding him to be careful. Cong Chun would wait a few more days until after the Spring Festival before returning to school.
A few days ago, Cong Chun had already mentioned to his grandmother that he wanted her to wait until he returned to Jinghai City so that she could go back with him.
The place to stay has been found; it's right downstairs from the young master's private apartment.
Cong Chun will be moving out to live with her grandmother. This apartment building is said to belong to the eldest young master's friend, so Cong Chun is being offered a low rent of seven or eight hundred a month.
The house isn't big, but it's just right for Cong Chun and her grandmother.
Although Duan Mingxiao felt somewhat uncomfortable, the young master could only reluctantly agree to live downstairs from him.
Although she only got such a cheap rent because of the young master's favor, Cong Chun accepted it after thinking about it. Duan Mingxiao was her boyfriend, and in fact, Cong Chun had long regarded him as her family.
Cong Chun believed that all his money could be given unconditionally to his grandmother and Duan Mingxiao.
Then he can spend the young master's money without distinguishing between them.
Moreover, Duan Mingxiao's private bank card was with Cong Chun, and the password was set to Cong Chun's birthday.
The young master's appearance fee and prize money for the competition will all be deposited into this card.
There was also a considerable sum of money every month, which Cong Chun later learned was the company's dividends.
After saying goodbye to Mo Xizhi, Cong Chuncai walked to Duan Mingxiao's side.
[Fifty-six seconds.]
Immediately afterwards, I heard a sour remark from Young Master Duan.
"Oh, you still remember your boyfriend?"
Cong Chun frowned.
"I remember."
He has a very good memory; he can memorize texts very quickly when he's studying. Why would Ah-chan ask such a question?
Seeing Cong Chun's expression, Duan Mingxiao knew that this little fool hadn't realized what was going on.
"Then tell me who it is."
The young master crossed his arms, his ears already itching to hear his name from Cong Chun's mouth.
Cong Chun honestly stretched out his slender finger and pointed at Duan Mingxiao.
The young master smugly hummed twice.
The next second, the neighbor's big black dog happened to pass by the door.
Big Black was a country dog. It stood not far away, watching the three unfamiliar faces that had appeared in the village with vigilance.
Cong Chun pointed at Da Hei again, her gaze falling on Duan Mingxiao, and said softly, while the boy's face was serious.
Your good friend is coming to visit you.
With Ji Ruhui bursting into laughter, Duan Mingxiao's face turned red with anger.
【Aaaaaah—!】
That night, Cong Chun was exhausted; the bed almost collapsed.
The boy was covered in sweat, and Duan Mingxiao took advantage of the moonlight shining through the window to use a wet towel to wipe Cong Chun's sweat.
Cong Chun leaned against the boy's chest and muttered something unhappily in a very low voice, so Duan Mingxiao couldn't hear what Cong Chun was saying.
But his intuition told him that Cong Chun seemed to be cursing.
Is Baochun scolding me? I can't hear clearly, it sounds like she's being affectionate.
Let him call me a dog during the day, hmph.
However, Duan Mingxiao really loved biting Cong Chun, just like a little dog. He didn't bite very hard, but he always left marks. He would suck and bite a piece of meat while holding it in his mouth.
As Lunar New Year's Eve approaches, every household in the village puts on new Spring Festival couplets, but this year Duan Mingxiao can write them.
Cong Chun and his grandmother were thinking of going up the mountain to visit his grandfather before New Year's Eve. After all, in his grandmother's eyes, the two young men from Jinghai were still Cong Chun's friends, so it was inconvenient for them to go up the mountain.
So, Cong Chun carried a basket of offerings, including peanuts, which were his grandfather's favorite food, and he and his grandmother chose a good day to go up the mountain.
It's a small earthen slope on the mountain. There are no remains of my grandfather inside. After all, burial is no longer allowed by the authorities; most bodies are cremated.
It contains some of my grandfather's belongings, which can be considered as a way to give some solace to his living relatives.
Cong Chun arranged the offerings, and he and Grandma Wen cleaned up the surrounding area briefly.
Perhaps it was because of the nice weather today, but Grandma was in a different mood this time. Cong Chun had gone to university, made some reliable friends, and had become noticeably more lively and cheerful. Grandma had seen all of these changes.
Now that Cong Chun is doing well, that is her greatest comfort. Cong Chun also noticed that her grandmother's mood was much better than before.
He's happy when his grandma is happy.
However, on their way home, the two encountered two unexpected people.
Grandma Wen's expression suddenly turned somewhat unpleasant.
A couple appeared before them; they were Cong Chun's mother, Yi Yun's, adoptive parents.
These two people don't usually live in the town; they send their child to the county and never come back to the village.
The next second, the two people were on the road, kneeling down in front of Cong Chun and Grandma Wen with a thud.
Cong Chun had never met his maternal grandparents, so he hurriedly tried to pull them up, but Grandma Wen instinctively shielded Cong Chun behind her.
Grandma Wen still remembers what the couple did to Xiaoyun; they were truly inhuman.
The couple knelt before them, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for forgiveness.
The next second, Cong Chun looked up and saw a man not far away, his eyebrows curved, looking at him with a smile.
The man's face was as pale as ever, and his expression was somewhat obscure.
Lu Tinglan seems to be born without compassion.
It was like that when I was a child, and it hasn't changed at all as I've grown up.
However, men also have to admit that they have a very strong desire for revenge.
He originally didn't care about what the Yi family did to Yi Yun, but what could he do when Yi Yun was Cong Chun's mother?
He vented his anger for the deceased Yi Yun, and perhaps Cong Chun would forgive him.
So, during this period, he slowly tortured each of the Yi family members who had received compensation from the Lu family.
Now, they've even made those two old fogies from the Yi family apologize in public.
Lu Tinglan's gaze fell on Cong Chun's face, and the man couldn't help but cough a few times.
Cong Chun, I've stood up for you like this, will you forgive me?
Lu Tinglan then saw Cong Chun walking towards her, but the boy hadn't even reached her yet.
Lu Tinglan coughed uncomfortably, almost unable to breathe.
Cong Chun frowned, and only when she got closer did she realize that the man's face was burning red.
When Lu Tinglan woke up again a few minutes later, she saw the back of Cong Chun's head.
Cong Chun was preparing to take people to the village clinic.
A weak voice came from behind him. His health was not good to begin with, and he had been traveling for a long time. He hadn't rested well, hadn't eaten properly, and was suffering from water and soil incompatibility. Almost every kind of minor illness had come his way.
However, Lu Tinglan seemed to maintain an indifferent attitude throughout.
"You don't hate me."
"Why are you still helping me?"
Cong Chun carried the person on his back.
"I also want to throw you on the ground, all dirty, so you won't keep lying to me."
"Now, on behalf of that girl, thank you for sponsoring her education. Whatever the reason, you helped her."
"I taught her two classes, so I can be considered her teacher as well."
Lu Tinglan suddenly laughed.
It turns out Cong Chun knew all of this.
After serving as a volunteer teacher in Xuezhou, Cong Chun thought about it all night on the day he returned home. He originally planned to sponsor the girl privately.
Cong Chun's abilities are also limited. He is still a student and a boy. He wants to trouble Zhao Wenzhao to help him deliver some daily necessities to the girl, so that she can at least wear warm clothes in winter, as well as some painting supplies.
The girl loves to draw, and Cong Chun has no shortage of art supplies. Duan Mingxiao gave him a lot. Now he spends more time learning computer graphics and design, and he doesn't do hand-drawing as often as before.
However, after Cong Chun contacted Zhao Wenzhao, the other party told her during the chat that two people had already donated money to the girl, one of whom Cong Chun knew—her boyfriend, Duan Mingxiao.
Another person, "Mr. L," whom Cong Chun didn't know, also donated money to the girl. Both donations will be used to cover the girl's medical treatment and education expenses.
After Duan Mingxiao learned about this, it wasn't difficult for the young master to find out that the other person was Lu Tinglan.
The man's light laughter, tinged with disdain, reached Cong Chun's ears.
"Cong Chun, do you know why you attract a scumbag like me?"
"It's because you're naive and easily fooled that you chose me."
Cong Chun gritted his teeth.
"You're not allowed to say that about me. I'm fine."
"I am smart and strong."
“If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll throw you into the field and let the nearby cows butt you up. I won’t save you.”
Lu Tinglan seems to be heartless from birth; his chest cavity is filled with rotten, damp cotton wool, sticky and disgusting.
He couldn't understand why Cong Chun could be so happy after experiencing such terrible things.
He originally wanted Cong Chun to forgive him, but now that Cong Chun has offered him a helping hand, Lu Tinglan can't be happy.
Such assistance seemed like charity to him.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun started rambling on and on, like a little chatterbox.
"Thank you for helping her, but it's okay if you're mean to me."
"Because I believe you can't hurt me."
"Actually, I was a little sad that you didn't consider me a friend."
"But after I went back and thought about it carefully, I realized that I hadn't done anything wrong at all."
"That's why I can't forgive you."
Lu Tinglan's eyes turned slightly cold, and she cursed.
Men are unwilling to admit their mistakes.
Cong Chun always said things that Cong Chun didn't like.
But Cong Chun wouldn't listen to him at all.
"I'm telling you, I will never forgive you. Forget about it."
Lu Tinglan didn't know who Duan Mingxiao cared about at first, and there was no need for her to trip up Cong Chun, since they were not on the same path to begin with.
But at that moment, the man stood in the sunlight, squinting, and stared at it for a long time, as if possessed.
Cong Chun had a natural attraction for him, but Lu Tinglan was completely unaware of it.
He mistook his attraction for jealousy and eventually used various methods to vent his feelings.
Who can say he has no heart?
Lu Tinglan had long since died. He was wandering around carrying a tombstone, thinking of randomly picking an unlucky guy to be buried with him.
Immediately afterwards, the man heard Cong Chun say something.
"Thank you for standing up for my mother."
"But get well soon and go home early."
"Let's not contact each other anymore."
Lu Tinglan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant; Cong Chun always said things he didn't like to hear.
The man only now realized how infuriating Cong Chun's words were.
"You talk too much."
Cong Chun stopped and looked back at Lu Tinglan.
"You're only just finding out?"
Why hasn't the clinic arrived yet? Cong Chun was planning to just dump the person into the clinic and take them home to feed them.
After that, Lu Tinglan was so angry that she simply stopped talking.
A moment later, the two arrived at the village clinic, which was in a very simple environment.
The village doctor treats everything, from people to the livestock raised by the villagers.
Lu Tinglan saw a sign on the dilapidated wall that read "Basic Diseases of Livestock Popular Science".
The man's face darkened. "What a lousy place!" Lu Tinglan grabbed Cong Chun's wrist, lowered her eyelashes, and cast a shadow over her eyes.
"I don't want to see a doctor here."
People will feel sad about the death of a pet dog.
Cong Chun, if I die, will you feel even a moment of sadness because of my death?
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