Chapter 2 Wish Ambassador
He was humiliated in front of his girlfriend, and then he noticed that she was blushing as she stared at the limping pretty boy in front of her.
Liu Zheng felt his dignity had been trampled on.
"You cripple, do you know who my father is?"
"What are you bragging about? If you're so tough, come and crash into me and kill me."
Duan Mingxiao's face grew increasingly gloomy, his smooth jawline tightened, and his lips pressed into a straight line. He glanced at the driver in the car and gave a cold order.
"Did you hear what that idiot said?"
"Run him over right now... I'll take full responsibility for what happens afterward."
Upon hearing his young master speak, the driver's eyes flashed with panic, and he couldn't help but look for help in the eyes of Butler Chen standing to the side.
"This...Young Master..."
Butler Chen couldn't help but step forward to dissuade him, saying that the young master's mind was smaller than a pinhole.
Fish roll their eyes at him, cats avoid him, and if someone steps on his shadow, the young master can step right on that person's mouth.
Even mosquitoes refuse to suck the blood of their young master, saying that his mouth is highly poisonous and could kill people without consequence.
Moreover, if I were to actually kill someone today, I wouldn't know how to explain it to my husband and wife when I get home.
Duan Mingxiao, standing to the side, felt the constant heat waves in the air and felt a surge of irritation. He squinted his eyes, his face looking extremely pale.
Why is everyone against him? Damn, he should have checked the almanac before going out today.
Upon hearing Duan Mingxiao's words, Liu Zheng's pupils trembled, and his voice became somewhat hesitant.
"Ha, all he does is talk big."
The next second, Duan Mingxiao looked up at Liu Zheng not far away, chuckled, and lazily curled the corners of his lips.
"I'll show you whether I'm joking or not."
"Someone, hold him down."
Butler Chen closed his eyes helplessly and beckoned two bodyguards to step forward and restrain Liu Zheng.
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
Duan Mingxiao stepped forward, grabbed Liu Zheng by the collar, and forced him down in front of the Lexus.
Immediately afterwards, a loud scream erupted from the scene; it came from Liu Zheng's girlfriend.
A hint of mischievousness shone through Duan Mingxiao's eyes.
His bony fingers grabbed Liu Zheng by the back of his collar and slammed his head against the hood of the Lexus. The sound of his skull hitting the hood grew louder and louder with each blow.
The screams continued, and Liu Zheng's nose was broken, with blood flowing from his nostrils.
Liu Zheng, barely holding on, asked tremblingly, his eyes bloodshot.
Who exactly are you?
Duan Mingxiao didn't stop what he was doing, and let out a cold laugh.
"Hehe, this young master is the ambassador of wishes."
"Specializing in fulfilling people's wishes and desires."
Liu Zheng was dizzy from the impact, and then he heard a devilish whisper in his ear.
"You're really lucky to have met me today. Congratulations on winning the lottery."
"You didn't want to get hit and killed, but I'm in a good mood right now, so I'll grant your wish."
Not far away, Cong Chun, standing under the guard booth, felt his stomach churning as he looked at the exciting scene before him.
Perhaps he was dizzy from the sun and had some heatstroke, and seeing such a stimulating scene, Cong Chun couldn't help but vomit.
However, Cong Chun couldn't vomit anything because he hadn't eaten; only bitter bile churned in his throat.
It immediately drew everyone's attention.
Duan Mingxiao glanced sideways at Cong Chun not far away, and could only see a boy hunched over vomiting, looking like a little shrimp. He spat out a disgusted look.
"coward."
Cong Chun choked until his face turned pale, his eyes were misty, his nose was red, and his eyes were wet.
After a while, Duan Mingxiao finally stopped what he was doing, disgustedly tossed Liu Zheng aside, and instructed the butler Chen to change the car and send him back to the Duan family.
When Duan Mingxiao passed by Cong Chun, this eccentric young master's deep voice revealed a hint of displeasure.
Cong Chun didn't know what the term "weak chicken" meant, but there were many thin chickens in their village that often died before they could live long, which looked pitiful.
Cong Chun then realized that the handsome young man in front of her had misunderstood and explained in a low voice.
The boy's lips were slightly moist from rinsing his mouth with water.
"I am not pitiful."
A hint of surprise flashed in Duan Mingxiao's eyes. He glanced at Cong Chun and saw that his eyes were red and his lips were moist. He also noticed the mosquito bites on Cong Chun's neck and chuckled.
I initially thought he was stupid, but it turns out he's quite good at pretending.
Was she deliberately trying to seduce him? Duan Mingxiao had seen this kind of tactic many times before.
"Tsk, then what did you just throw up? Getting pregnant out of wedlock, you're quite something."
Cong Chun blushed upon hearing this and stammered an explanation.
"I didn't, I am..." Cong Chun thought for a moment but swallowed the rest of his sentence.
Duan Mingxiao ignored him, muttered "country bumpkin" under his breath, and casually got into the car to rest.
A moment later, the arrogant young master got into his newly purchased luxury car and drove away.
At this moment, the security guard had already let Cong Chun into the air-conditioned security booth to rest for a while and handed him an unopened bottle of mineral water.
The security guard looked around, and only after confirming that the living Yama had truly left did he explain to Cong Chun.
"Classmate, try not to offend him at school in the future."
"That Duan student just now, his father is Duan Chengshan, the president of the Jinghai City Chamber of Commerce."
Cong Chun sipped his water, lowered his eyes, and nodded. The boy's long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
"By the way, young student, you are a newly admitted student this year, and you won't be able to stay on campus for the summer vacation."
"You have to enroll first."
Upon hearing this, Cong Chun's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he nodded obediently.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun took out the persimmon cakes that her grandmother had made from her bag. The persimmon cakes were shriveled from the sun and covered with milky white sugar frosting. Six of them were neatly stacked together and put into a clean, transparent plastic bag.
"Thank you, these are persimmon cakes made by my family."
"Let me give you a taste."
Cong Chun handed the persimmon cakes to the security guard in front of him with both hands.
"Oh, classmate, my grandson is also a freshman this year."
"The students studying here are all my children, Lao Mo's children, no need to be so polite."
Cong Chun placed the persimmon cakes on the table.
"Thank you for your hard work, please accept this."
The boy's tone was gentle and polite, more comforting than the cold air in an air-conditioned room.
"Then I'll accept it, thank you for your kind gesture."
Cong Chun finally managed a faint smile, and after resting for a while, he left the security booth.
The scorching sun beat down on his head, and Cong Chun raised his hand to shield his eyes. He needed to hurry up and find a summer job, otherwise he wouldn't have enough money.
Cong Chun rummaged through his pocket and pulled out the remaining money. A few coins slipped through his fingers and rolled into a nearby sewer...
Cong Chun stared blankly at the sewer opening: My life is so miserable.
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