Chapter 177 Extra: The Young Master is the One Who Can Hear My Heart's Voice (3)
As I left the resort hotel, the snow outside had just stopped.
Despite the sub-zero temperatures, Cong Chun wore a thick down jacket and earmuffs, completely bundled up from head to toe, so that not a single gust of wind or snow could get in.
Cong Chun's favorite thing is snowy days. He had never seen snow since he was a child. He only encountered the first snow when he went to school in Jinghai City.
Cong Chun remembers that a few years ago, when he was still in school.
It was also the dead of winter, and the snow was falling particularly heavily.
Because the snow on the road was not cleared in time, the already precarious traffic in Jinghai was completely blocked. It is said that most private cars were stuck on the road and unable to get home.
At that time, Cong Chun suddenly developed a fever and was trapped at school. The fever reducer he ordered from the food delivery platform was nowhere in sight.
The school clinic staff happened to be visiting students in the dormitory building.
That year, other places even suffered from snow disasters.
Many students at Yenching University have fallen and broken bones while walking on the road, resulting in several being hospitalized.
A minor flu outbreak also occurred, and Cong Chun was one of those who caught it.
When Duan Mingxiao found out, he braved the heavy snow and, like a fool, ran to a pharmacy three kilometers away from the school to buy medicine.
The young master almost tied the doctor up, threw him on his back, and carried him to school.
At that time, they were all still students.
However, when Duan Mingxiao returned to the infirmary and saw Cong Chun's distressed appearance, he also felt distressed.
The young master was afraid of passing on his chill to Cong Chun, so he didn't dare to come closer.
Duan Mingxiao stayed by Cong Chun's side in the infirmary, keeping him company as he rested and slept.
When Cong Chun woke up, the boy's eyes were still red and his lips were much paler.
Duan Mingxiao tenderly cradled the boy's face, his eyes red-rimmed.
When Cong Chun saw that his eyes were red, she felt a pang of sadness and snuggled into the young master's arms, silently shedding tears.
From that time on, the young master, who originally only cared about his racing career, not only made his club very successful.
He also took the initiative to intern at the Duan family's company.
He realized that his abilities were still insufficient, at least when faced with natural disasters, Duan Mingxiao found that his abilities were far from adequate.
Duan Chengshan was surprised by his change, as he originally only had one child, Duan Mingxiao.
He and his wife had discussed it and agreed that if their child wasn't interested in their path, they wouldn't force it.
The main focus is on the child's interests; as long as Duan Mingxiao is happy, that's all that matters.
At that time, all the shares held by the two of them will be left to Duan Mingxiao, and after retirement, they can choose a capable person to manage them.
However, Duan Chengshan was undoubtedly happy that his son wanted to join the company.
He had long believed that Duan Mingxiao would do a better job than him.
Later, the workaholic in the family went from one person to two.
This period was a rare vacation for the two of them.
The snow in Hokkaido was significantly heavier than in Keikai City, with knee-deep snow piled up on both sides of the road.
Duan Mingxiao, standing to the side, wore a black knitted hat, revealing his superior and deep-set eyebrows. A few tiny snowflakes landed on the boy's long eyelashes.
A few years later, the boy had developed a more mature and composed demeanor.
Only in front of Cong Chun did he remain childish, petty, and unreasonable.
Duan Mingxiao couldn't help but sneeze. The brat's saliva had gotten all over him, forcing him to run back to his room to change his clothes.
The young master couldn't help but think angrily that he would never let the child get close to Cong Chun again.
The two held hands, and although they were wearing gloves, they could still feel the warmth of each other's palms.
We walked onto the small wooden bridge, beneath which steaming hot spring water flowed down from the snow-covered mountain stream.
During the snow season, time seems to slow down.
Duan Mingxiao saw Cong Chun staring at the steaming hot spring water for a long time.
She stretched out her right hand and waved it in front of the boy's eyes.
Cong Chun grabbed his hand immediately, like a puppy chasing a butterfly.
[Ah Chan is so childish.]
Duan Mingxiao frowned and thought for a moment.
He's not naive at all.
Duan Mingxiao would never admit that he sometimes enjoyed pestering Cong Chun to play the "Guess Who I Am" game.
Even more outrageous is guessing the difference between a "real person" and a "toy".
In private, it's called childish, but in bed, this young master's behavior is simply outrageous.
Duan Mingxiao's dark eyes held a hint of a smile, and when he looked at Cong Chun, his eyes always held a touch of affection, like a seductive fox spirit.
When Cong Chun was being stared at for a long time, he sometimes couldn't help but blush.
After all, Duan Mingxiao's character model was too over-the-top.
Cong Chun had no choice but to look away, leaving only a side profile of the young master.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun saw a local man walking an Akita dog under the bridge.
The Akita's owner seems to adore it, even dressing the dog in a fluffy vest.
Cong Chun sighed softly, his voice very gentle.
I kind of miss Mengmeng.
Over the years, Cong Chun has long regarded Mengmeng as family.
Mengmeng is like a child he raised himself.
However, Mengmeng suffered a serious illness a couple of years ago and lost a lot of weight. Before, the two of them would bring her along when they traveled abroad.
Now I'm worried about the dog's condition, so I'm not letting it come along anymore.
Duan Mingxiao's eyes darkened for a moment, then he patted Cong Chun on the shoulder.
Cong Chun turned his head, and the boy's breath hitched slightly as he saw the young master raise his hands above his head, making up two dog ears.
Guess who I am?
Cong Chun couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Duan Mingxiao then pursed his lips and lowered his hand.
Missing it?
Cong Chun knew who he was talking about, pursed her lower lip, and the boy nodded.
Immediately afterwards, the young master put his arm around his shoulder.
Duan Mingxiao rubbed Cong Chun's head, but unfortunately he couldn't touch the soft strands of hair through a knitted hat.
"Don't worry about it, Grandma Mengmeng is feeding it good food and drink."
"I don't even have any servants to wait on me, but it does!"
Then Duan Mingxiao's gaze fell on the Akita Inu not far away, and he narrowed his eyes.
"Wait a minute, are you seeing other dogs reminding you of it?"
Cong Chun nodded again.
Duan Mingxiao pinched Cong Chun's little face, his deep tone carrying a hint of warning.
"You're not allowed to think of other men when you look at me!"
"Women won't do either."
"Also, no chickens, ducks, dogs, or any other animals are allowed."
"This young master will not be a substitute!"
Cong Chun's eyes flickered. How could he know that he often thought of chickens, ducks, and pigs because of him?
A hint of guilt flashed in the boy's droopy dog eyes.
"I won't."
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat disbelieving.
However, he now has superpowers and is not afraid of Cong Chun lying.
Cong Chun had no choice but to step forward, stand on tiptoe, and hug the boy's neck.
He tilted his head slightly and spoke gently.
"Be good, trust me, okay?"
Duan Mingxiao met Cong Chun's beautiful, flawless eyes, and the tips of his ears turned red, whether from the cold or embarrassment, he didn't know.
The young master muttered to himself.
"She's being affectionate with me again."
The next second, Cong Chun covered the young master's ears, which were "reddened from the cold," with a beaming smile.
[I only act cute towards you.]
Duan Mingxiao paused for a moment, then looked at Cong Chun in front of him.
In those years when I could hear your heart's voice.
Ah-Chan, I've known all along that your birthday wishes every year are related to me.
I don't mind if you can hear my heart.
Because we already understand each other perfectly.
Before the next snow season arrives.
What arrives faster than the snow falling on your shoulders is the coat that holds your body heat.
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