Chapter 20 Young Master, He's a Bastard
Duan Mingxiao placed his large palm on Cong Chun's nape, his rough fingertips slowly caressing the boy's neck.
Cong Chun looked up at him, her eyes innocent.
"Young Master, what are you doing?"
Duan Mingxiao slowly withdrew his hand, staring at him with a smile.
"Children shouldn't ask too many questions about adult matters."
The next second, Duan Mingxiao's gaze swept past Cong Chun and landed on the backs of the group of people fleeing in panic behind him.
The car factory staff who arrived later called the police.
Terrified of going to jail, the three of them stumbled and sped away on a ghost-shaped bicycle.
Unfortunately, Duan Mingxiao would not let them go.
These individuals were subsequently detained for a month on charges of provoking trouble, and their only valuable possession, a modified motorcycle, was confiscated for traffic safety reasons.
He had just been released from jail when he was stuffed into a sack and brutally beaten by an unknown person.
If it weren't for my lame leg, these rotten fish and shrimp from the ditch would be waiting to be slaughtered.
[I wonder if there's a mirror, and if my hairstyle is messed up. That idiot Chun probably didn't notice my disheveled dodge.]
Duan Mingxiao's thoughts jumped so quickly that Cong Chun subconsciously looked up at the top of Duan Mingxiao's head.
The young master naturally noticed his gaze, and his face immediately stiffened.
Could it be that my young master's carefully styled hair really is a mess today?
[Damn! I should have kicked those lousy bastards earlier. They got off too easy; they even had the strength to run away.]
Cong Chun heard Duan Mingxiao's thoughts, lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes concealed the smile in her eyes.
Cong Chun subtly curled the corners of her lips, but Duan Mingxiao's eagle-like eyes keenly noticed it.
【Aaaaaaaah, what are you laughing at, you idiot Chun?】
Ugh... I'm so annoyed.
"Young Master Duan, you've finally arrived."
"The car has been placed on the track for testing. You can go there now to watch the test."
Duan Mingxiao frowned as he looked at the owner of the private racing car modification shop, his gaze somewhat displeased.
"Are you so poor here that you can't even afford security guards?"
Cheng Feng quickly nodded and apologized. Their racing car modification company was about to go bankrupt, and Duan Mingxiao was their only VVVIP customer.
In other aspects, he naturally saved money wherever possible. Cheng Feng took on multiple roles, including car factory owner, online salesperson, flyer distributor, and cleaner.
Sometimes it's understandable to overlook some minor issues.
This young master Duan is known for his bad temper and has extremely high requirements for racing car modifications.
To properly modify this race car, Cheng Feng almost knelt down before the technicians.
Duan Mingxiao and the boss arrived at the area behind the factory, where a simple track had been set up specifically for testing the performance of the modified race cars.
Cong Chun was sitting on the sofa in the lobby waiting for Duan Mingxiao when a female staff member sat down next to him and started chatting with him.
Cong Chun listened intently as the young woman explained the original intention behind establishing this racing car modification factory.
However, Cong Chun's appearance easily evokes maternal instincts in others. He has well-defined features, a high and handsome nose, and a pair of slightly droopy dog eyes that exude innocence.
As the young woman spoke, she noticed his earnest expression and couldn't help but compliment his appearance.
Cong Chun rarely interacted with women his own age, and the direct praise from a young woman made him blush slightly and feel a little uncomfortable.
Just then, Duan Mingxiao returned and saw this scene. He pursed his lips, and jealousy flared up in his heart.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao came to Cong Chun's side, saw the injury on the other's hand, and grabbed Cong Chun's wrist.
"Are you injured?"
During the fight, I don't know when, but a layer of skin on the back of my hand peeled off, and the blood that seeped out wasn't very noticeable.
Cong Chun subtly avoided Duan Mingxiao's approach and withdrew his hand.
"Young Master, I'm fine."
Duan Mingxiao was not happy, and his face was gloomy.
[What do you mean "it's nothing"? Damn it, I should have killed those guys just now.]
[Why is he so happy chatting with that woman, while avoiding me like the plague?]
Cong Chun followed behind Duan Mingxiao, vaguely realizing that the young master seemed angry. He pursed his lips and stepped forward to tentatively bring up the matter of the social media account.
"Young Master, the phone you gave me still has your social media accounts on it."
"Someone is looking for you..."
Before Cong Chun could finish speaking, Duan Mingxiao interrupted him, his voice cold.
"Don't worry about it, just take it if I give it to you."
Cong Chun awkwardly shut his mouth.
After leaving the car factory, the two returned to the Duan family home.
Duan Mingxiao didn't speak to Cong Chun the whole way.
After returning to the Duan family home, he went into his bedroom.
Cong Chun brought out some cut fruit and went to the door, which was not closed.
Duan Mingxiao was not in the room.
Immediately afterwards, a cold male voice sounded from behind Cong Chun.
"Didn't I say I didn't want anyone to bother me?"
Cong Chun explained, holding up the fruit.
"I'm bringing fruit to the young master."
Duan Mingxiao said calmly.
Cong Chun could only nod and turn to leave.
[So annoying.]
Cong Chun walked even faster.
Duan Mingxiao stared at the boy's departing figure, his dark eyes unfathomable. Then, a hint of regret welled up in the boy's heart.
In the dead of night, Duan Mingxiao checked his phone countless times, only to find that Cong Chun had not replied to any of his messages.
Duan Mingxiao stared at Cong Chun's profile picture for a long time.
[Are you angry? You're not even replying to my messages? Humph, if you don't reply soon, I'll fire you tomorrow.]
Still not replying? Really not replying?
A moment later, Duan Mingxiao appeared at the door of Cong Chun's room, limping. The boy leaned on his crutch and stared intently at the door, as if he wanted to make a flower bloom on it.
When Duan Mingxiao realized what he had done in the middle of the night, a hint of disgust flashed in the boy's eyes.
[I must have been out of my mind in the middle of the night.]
The next second, Duan Mingxiao swallowed hard, steeled his heart, and stealthily stepped forward, pressing his ear against the door to listen carefully to the sounds coming from Cong Chun's room.
[Is Chun Chun up to no good in the middle of the night?]
Unfortunately, he couldn't hear anything. For the first time, Duan Mingxiao resented why the Duan family's soundproofing was so good.
A moment later, Duan Mingxiao pouted in dissatisfaction and returned to his room. The boy lay on his bed and began counting sheep.
The room at the end of the first-floor corridor opened a crack without anyone noticing, and there was no one outside.
Half an hour later, Duan Mingxiao returned to the door of Cong Chun's room and found that the door was ajar.
A look of surprise flashed across the boy's eyes, and he instantly came to his senses. Holy crap, could it be that a thief broke into their Duan family home?
Duan Mingxiao immediately pushed open the door, but the empty room had no outsiders.
Only a dark shadow rose on the bed. Duan Mingxiao walked forward as if possessed, and the sound of light footsteps echoed in the room.
He reached out and touched Cong Chun's face; it was frighteningly hot.
Under the tranquil moonlight, Cong Chun's entire face flushed red.
Seemingly sensing the slightly cool body temperature approaching him, Cong Chun couldn't help but lean closer to Duan Mingxiao, and the closer he got, the more comfortable he felt.
Duan Mingxiao frowned as he looked at him, then gently patted Cong Chun's cheek.
Hearing someone calling his name, Cong Chun groggily opened his eyes, his gaze misty.
The boy spoke softly, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Grandma, Grandma, I feel so bad."
The grandmother in front of him looked at Cong Chun with loving eyes.
“What’s wrong with Baochun? Could it be that he’s been secretly eating popsicles behind Grandma’s back again?”
Cong Chun leaned against Duan Mingxiao's chest and shook his head vigorously.
The next second, he gripped the boy's sleeve tightly.
"Baochun just misses her grandma."
Duan Mingxiao couldn't hear what Cong Chun was saying; he could only hear the feverish person in his arms muttering incoherently.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun's eyes reddened, and his voice became louder.
"Grandma, I think I've upset the young master."
"Young Master is ignoring me."
"Grandma, am I a bad child?"
Immediately afterwards, large tears streamed down the boy's face as he nestled in Duan Mingxiao's arms and sobbed softly.
Duan Mingxiao felt a tightness in his chest upon hearing this, and a sense of unease settled over him.
Duan Mingxiao patted the boy's thin back, awkwardly comforting him.
"I'm not blaming you."
"Young master... he's a bastard."
Cong Chun responded softly.
"Yes, young master is an idiot."
Duan Mingxiao hugged the person in his arms tightly.
【sorry. 】
Actually, I can't fall asleep unless you say goodnight to me.
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