Chapter 23 The Necklace is Missing
The atmosphere at the party was electric, with almost all the wealthy young men and women from Jinghai's high society present at this hillside villa.
However, the most eye-catching person at this party was the birthday boy's childhood friend, Duan Mingxiao, the young master of Jinghai City.
His almost godlike face was enough to make people overlook the wickedness of his character.
Not long ago, the incident of Duan Mingxiao, the eldest son of the Duan family, having an accident while racing at the Longji Circuit became a major news story that shocked the entire racing community.
Those who admired and liked him worried about him. Those who hated him couldn't help but praise him, but which of these men didn't want to replace Duan Mingxiao and become Duan Mingxiao?
He came from a distinguished family and obtained a high-level racing driver's license at a young age.
Which of these rich kids doesn't like playing with cars? But ultimately, it's just for their own amusement.
They might buy a limited-edition sports car to show off to their friends or partners, but in terms of actual racing skills, they wouldn't even be qualified to drive a car that can actually participate in a race, let alone have any racing skills.
Who wouldn't envy Duan Mingxiao? Even his name exudes an air of extraordinary talent.
However, at the beginning, exaggerated rumors circulated that this young master had caused an accident on the racetrack in the rain, resulting in paralysis of his lower body, and that he was hiding in a sanatorium abroad.
Now, Duan Mingxiao appeared at the birthday party of the young master of the Ji family, his left leg in a cast, but he was lying lazily on a beach chair by the pool.
This relaxed demeanor is unique to Duan Mingxiao in the entire Jinghai City.
Ji Ruhui's birthday is today, and she received a lot of gifts. Those expensive brand-name items worth millions were casually piled up by the pool, and she didn't care that the outer packaging bags were wet.
However, the birthday boy wasn't in a hurry to open his gifts; he was shirtless, playing in the pool with a group of beautiful women.
Ji Ruhui wore sunglasses on her head, and her cool pink hair stood out in the crowd. She showed off her good figure, revealing a strong and powerful waist. Water droplets flowed down her abdomen and glistened in the sunlight.
His tone was excited; he was clearly having a blast, and he shouted to the people on the shore.
"Ah Chan, come down and play with me."
"Holy crap, they attacked from behind!"
"I'll blast you to death with a cannon."
Several people were shooting water guns around in the pool, laughing and screaming, creating chaos. Some couples were even passionately kissing in the pool.
Duan Mingxiao, who was on the shore, rolled his eyes at the sight and thought, "A bunch of idiots."
It will be great to drink someone else's saliva later.
The young master leaned back comfortably in a recliner, wearing a black vest that revealed his well-defined muscles, with several pale blue veins resembling thick tree roots, as he leisurely basked in the sun.
However, Ji Ruhui was known throughout Jinghai for being clueless.
Completely oblivious, the boy emerged from the pool the next second, his lower body soaking wet. He casually grabbed a towel handed to him by a servant, wiped the water off his face and neck, and walked over to Duan Mingxiao.
Duan Mingxiao was disturbed and looked somewhat displeased. He frowned as he looked at Ji Ruhui, who was like a clownfish that had just come out of the water. The boy's eyes revealed obvious disgust.
Undisguised, pure malice.
"Ah Can, why didn't I see your nanny with you today?"
Ji Ruhui looked at the boy on the recliner with a deep gaze and a meaningful smile on her face.
Duan Mingxiao paused for a moment, then picked up the whiskey next to him and took a sip.
The wine has a fruity flavor and a fairly rich texture.
"He's too clingy."
Duan Mingxiao lowered his eyes and chuckled softly.
Cong Chun had a fever the day before yesterday, and out of selfishness, the young master wanted him to rest more.
Ji Ruhui wore a look of doubt on his face.
“I heard Brother Lu mention him a few days ago.”
Duan Mingxiao, who was lying on the recliner, sat up abruptly, his mind on high alert.
"What?!"
"Lu Tinglan mentioned him to you...?"
Ji Ruhui sat down next to Duan Mingxiao without a care in the world. Sure enough, when the topic of the nanny came up, A-Can's reaction was off.
“Yes, Brother Lu mentioned him to me, saying that he originally thought he was a servant of your Duan family.”
"That afternoon I saw him being bullied by others, so I helped him out."
"I never expected her to be your personal nanny."
"I didn't see him with you today, so I thought you fired him."
After hearing this, Duan Mingxiao snorted coldly, his brows furrowed with annoyance.
"He still likes to meddle in other people's business."
Because of their cooperative relationship, the families usually have close ties. Lu Tinglan is four years older than him and Duan Mingxiao, and Lu Tinglan used to play with them when they were young.
The three of them used to have a pretty good relationship, but a few years ago, Duan Mingxiao suddenly started to dislike Lu Tinglan for some reason.
From that time on, rumors gradually spread in the circle that this young master had a bad temper, would casually give his friends attitudes, and was naturally irritable; some of these rumors were true, and some were false.
However, when Ji Ruhui heard these rumors, she did not feel indignant on Duan Mingxiao's behalf.
Ah-chan has a bad temper, there's no doubt about that.
When he was a child, he never won a fight against Duan Mingxiao. Thinking about this, Ji Ruhui felt that he could write a book about these things.
The book is titled "One Hundred Ways Young Master Duan Tortures His Enemies".
Ji Ruhui once asked Duan Mingxiao why he was distancing himself from Lu Tinglan, but Duan Mingxiao remained silent.
One day, when he was drunk, he brought it up again, and Duan Mingxiao looked at him coldly and asked him if he wanted to die. From then on, Ji Ruhui dared not ask again.
"Look, the gift on the ground was sent by Brother Lu."
Ji Ruhui's tone carried a hint of probing.
Duan Mingxiao's dark eyes, like those of a leopard in the jungle, looked at Ji Ruhui with a puzzled expression, chuckled, and dragged out his words.
"This gift is for you."
"Little chick, your good days are yet to come."
Meanwhile, Luo Qing's agent finally arrived, allowing the boy to escape.
As Luo Qing was about to leave, she looked at Cong Chun, hesitant to speak. The sweet taste of green apple still lingered on her lips and teeth, and Luo Qing's symptoms of low blood sugar had just eased slightly.
However, the boy's nose was filled with Cong Chun's fragrance, and his expression turned somewhat strange.
The agent, Brother Wang, gave Cong Chun his contact information and asked him to contact him later, promising to pay Cong Chun for helping Luo Qing.
Cong Chun took the business card, said nothing, left the locker room, and returned to the Duan family home.
As the boy carried his things into the Duan family home, a large group of people were already standing in the hall, almost all of the Duan family's servants were present.
No one was at their work station. As soon as Cong Chun entered, he saw that Butler Chen had a serious expression. The usually amiable middle-aged man had a cold face.
"This morning, Madam specially sent someone back to the old house to retrieve the necklace to be used at tonight's charity gala."
"I never expected the necklace to be gone."
Before he could finish speaking, Butler Chen suddenly raised his voice, his tone filled with barely concealed anger, and his neck turned red.
"It was still there when I had my necklace serviced last night!"
“I made it clear from the first day you entered the family that the Duan family has no need for servants with dishonest hands.”
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