Chapter 28 The Lost Sketchbook
"The men here will force him to kneel on the ground and forbid him from getting up."
"Butler Chen, bring me the ruler from my study."
Butler Chen originally wanted to plead for the young master, but upon seeing Duan Chengshan's gloomy face, he swallowed his words of pleading.
The man took the ruler and struck Duan Mingxiao's back and arms. The sound of the skin being torn open was crisp and merciless.
The hall was silent except for the sharp sound of whipping. Yun Lan Shuang looked away and decided not to watch anymore.
"Please, sir, don't hit the young master."
Cong Chun rushed over as soon as he heard the news. He had originally planned to take out his sketchbook and paint to relax.
I was surprised to find his sketchbook after searching for more than ten minutes.
Cong Chun was about to go out and look for it, wondering if he had accidentally left it somewhere.
Unexpectedly, I overheard other servants discussing this matter.
"Young Master is ruthless. Did you see that just now? Jiao Jun's manhood was cut off."
"It seems Mr. Duan is really angry this time. Tell the butler to fetch the ruler from the study."
“I went in to clean before, and I saw that ruler. It was three fingers wide and one finger thick.”
Cong Chun felt a chill run down his spine; he sensed something was amiss. The boy quickly went to the hall.
The next second, Cong Chun stepped forward to protect Duan Mingxiao.
The ruler in Duan Chengshan's hand was about to fall.
But she was stopped by the boy who had never resisted.
Duan Mingxiao held the end of the ruler in his hand. The boy raised his eyelids and stared intently at the man holding the ruler.
It was devoid of any warmth, and the tone was completely flat.
"Don't hurt innocent people."
Seeing this, Yun Lanshuang quickly stepped forward and snatched the ruler from Duan Chengshan's hand.
"Alright, alright, I think this punishment is enough. Can'er will remember it."
"It's late enough tonight. Let everyone go home and rest. We can deal with any issues tomorrow."
Duan Chengshan remained silent with a cold expression. Yun Lanshuang felt angry inside, as Duan Mingxiao was someone she had carried and given birth to with great difficulty.
This man hit me without warning, and in front of so many people.
"Duan Chengshan, that's enough." The woman's tone was clearly angry as she turned and went upstairs.
Duan Chengshan snorted coldly, uttered a sentence, and then the man hurriedly followed behind Yun Lanshuang.
"If I find out you've secretly gone out to race cars again, don't bother coming back."
Duan Mingxiao didn't speak. His injuries were burning, as if a whole thorn was stuck in his back. The boy forced himself to keep his pride and didn't cry out in pain.
He has never been hit since he was a child.
It was so embarrassing, especially in front of so many people.
Is he really Duan Chengshan's biological son? How could the other party be so ruthless?
Cong Chun helped the man up. He frowned, feeling completely bewildered, wondering what had happened.
The next second, Cong Chun carried Duan Mingxiao to his room, and then went out to get some ointment.
Inside the room, Duan Mingxiao took off his shirt, revealing bruises and welts on his back, some of which were even oozing blood.
Just then, Cong Chun returned with the ointment.
The boy placed the medicine on the table.
"These medicines were given to me by Madam Yun."
"She told me not to tell you."
Duan Mingxiao sat on the edge of the bed, unconsciously clenching the ointment in his hand.
The boy lowered his eyes, looking somewhat forlorn.
Cong Chun took the cool ointment and applied it to Duan Mingxiao's back. The skin, which was originally smooth and without scars, now had several unsightly and glaring marks.
The room was filled with a faint herbal scent, and slightly rough fingertips gently swirled around Duan Mingxiao's wound.
Duan Mingxiao felt a slight itch on his back, which also eased the pain somewhat.
An unexpected sound rang out in the room.
"Young Master, why did you beat him up tonight?"
Duan Mingxiao slowly lifted his eyelids to look at Cong Chun, who was applying medicine to himself with a serious expression, and his tone was somewhat hesitant.
"This young master...doesn't like him."
[That beast did such a despicable thing, even if I beat him a hundred times, I still wouldn't be satisfied.]
Saying it aloud would only defile my mouth and offend that idiot's ears.
The next second, Cong Chun stopped what he was doing. The boy looked up at Duan Mingxiao and immediately realized that the person in front of him was lying.
"Young Master, is it because of me?"
Duan Mingxiao's heart skipped a beat upon hearing those words.
"Heh, of course not, Chun Chun, don't flatter yourself."
[How could I possibly say such a thing? It infuriates me! That bastard Jiao Jun!]
Cong Chun did not refute. He just looked at Duan Mingxiao deeply, then said nothing and silently and meticulously applied the medicine to him.
A moment later, Cong Chun's soft voice rang out in the room.
"Young Master, actually..."
"I can hear your heart."
Duan Mingxiao slowly put his clothes back on, letting out a sneer.
"Foolish Chun, I'm lame, not brain-damaged."
"Don't try to make me laugh with such pointless jokes."
"I'm twenty years old this year. This kind of joke is only good for fooling a three-year-old."
Seeing Duan Mingxiao's smug look, Cong Chun was speechless.
Unexpectedly, the next second, Duan Mingxiao carefully took something out of his pocket.
The young master scratched the back of his head, handed the item to Cong Chun, and spoke in a deliberately casual tone.
"Look, you don't even tidy up your own things."
"Always so forgetful."
"Next time, don't lose it again."
"If you get anxious and cry, I won't comfort you."
The thing in front of me is the sketchbook that Cong Chun lost.
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