Chapter 36 Consistency Between Words and Deeds
The young master, who was usually fearless, felt guilty for the first time when he met Cong Chun's gaze.
Luo Qing, standing to the side, couldn't help but fan the flames.
"Cong Chun, I accidentally injured Young Master Duan."
Then the boy said something to Duan Mingxiao in an apologetic tone.
"Young Master Duan, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to."
Duan Mingxiao was speechless.
This person is still putting on an act.
Cong Chun was now 100% certain that Duan Mingxiao had been lying to him; the young master was not injured at all.
This resulted in Cong Chun, for the first time ever, not speaking to Duan Mingxiao when they returned to the Duan family.
An ordinary person might not have noticed, but Duan Mingxiao is no ordinary person.
The Duan family's driver drove into the Duan family's underground parking garage. Cong Chun silently got out of the car and handed the cane to Duan Mingxiao without saying a word.
Duan Mingxiao pretended to have a cold face.
Is Chun Chun deliberately ignoring me and giving me the cold shoulder?
[Hilarious! This young master will never bow his head unless you chop it off.]
Before me, even a tiger will lie down, a dragon will coil up, and a pig will be slaughtered.
Upon hearing this, Cong Chun quickened his pace.
It's so embarrassing to walk next to the young master.
A minute later, the young master's mind started working again.
For some reason, I suddenly remembered the night Cong Chun had a fever, crying and clinging to me.
[Actually, if I had to admit it, I really shouldn't have lied to Foolish Spring.]
"But so what? This is just a white lie, you know. That kid clearly has ill intentions towards Chun Chun."
I'm protecting Chun Chun, why doesn't he appreciate it?
The young master was having a brainstorming session with his left and right brains working together.
Cong Chun pursed his lips. He remembered his school days. There was a boy from his hometown in school whom Cong Chun had once considered his best friend.
The man lied to Cong Chun, saying that something had happened at home and that his grandmother had suffered heatstroke in the fields. Cong Chun was really worried.
I quickly asked my homeroom teacher for leave and walked several kilometers back to the village under the scorching midday sun.
Actually, the memory of going home was a bit blurry. When Cong Chun got home, he found his grandmother peeling persimmons at the door, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Cong Chun's face was dirty, with sweat and tears all mixed together.
When his grandmother handed him water, he was met with a worried look in her eyes.
Cong Chun took the water, casually wiped his face, and said with a smile.
"Grandma, my face is covered in sweat."
Just as Cong Chun was thinking about this and feeling somewhat disappointed.
Suddenly, a burning palm gripped Cong Chun's wrist from behind.
Immediately afterwards, an awkward, low male voice came from behind Cong Chun, tinged with annoyance and a muffled tone.
Duan Mingxiao had somehow ended up following behind Cong Chun.
"I...I was wrong, okay?"
Forgive me, please!
[It was I who spoke without thinking.]
Don't ignore me, boohoo.
Cong Chun stopped in his tracks, a mix of bittersweet emotions welling up inside him. He finally uttered a sentence, tinged with helplessness.
"Young master, don't lie to me again."
The young master pursed his lips, uttering a few words that were choked out, but the back of his neck and behind his ears turned completely red.
Duan Mingxiao had never bowed his head to anyone before; this was the first time.
"knew."
[I understand.]
This was the first time Duan Mingxiao had been consistent in his words and actions since Cong Chun heard his inner thoughts.
Jinghai City has been experiencing a lot of rain recently. Although the rain is light, the downpour has continued for several days.
It didn't cool down at all; on the contrary, the air became stuffy and hot.
Cong Chun had just finished a phone call with her grandmother when she heard Butler Chen mention that the water in the Duan family's backyard had caused the roots of a newly transplanted batch of seedlings to rot.
The seedlings lay crookedly on the grass, so Butler Chen had to order a new batch of seedlings from abroad.
Unexpectedly, the flower seedlings from abroad have arrived in Jinghai City, and the rain still hasn't stopped.
However, there was a batch of flower seedlings in the city that needed to be snatched up by special personnel. In the past, Butler Chen would go personally, but he couldn't leave these days.
The end of this month is Madam's birthday, and Yunlan Shuang plans to host a banquet at home to entertain her friends.
The backyard landscape needs to be meticulously arranged, and the items for the wife's birthday banquet also need to be prepared.
This morning, the newly hired pastry chefs are in the kitchen confirming the design and types of desserts to be displayed at the banquet. Butler Chen simply couldn't leave.
Cong Chun instinctively wanted to help, but he knew he had to tell the young master about it first.
The young master, who had just come downstairs, immediately saw through Cong Chun's thoughts.
Anyway, he's bored, and as long as his left leg doesn't heal, he can't touch a race car.
"I'll go to the flower market with you."
The flower market in Jinghai City is located in the suburbs, where you can find all kinds of rare flower seedlings that cannot be found in the market.
Because Yunlan Shuang has extremely high requirements for the backyard landscape, the landscape plants and flowers planted in the Duan family's backyard are basically very expensive. A single dead seedling can result in a loss of several thousand or tens of thousands of yuan.
The flower market on the outskirts of Jinghai was quite crowded. As soon as you entered, you were greeted by a variety of fragrant flowers, along with a slightly earthy, sweet scent.
Cong Chun's gaze fell on the various flower seedlings on the stall, and he was completely attracted to them. Compared with the crops in the countryside, these flowers were eye-catching and varied in shape. The most common flower that Cong Chun saw in the countryside was foxtail grass.
However, Duan Mingxiao's mind was about to explode. The young master's germaphobia had kicked in, and the mud that rolled off the cart had stained his once clean shoes.
The Crown Prince looked grim and didn't want to move at all.
At this moment, the shop owner who had originally arranged to sell the flower seedlings to Butler Chen walked towards the two of them.
The owner's surname is Jin. Previously, the Duan family ordered all their plants and seedlings from this owner, Mr. Jin. He was the only one who had many of the rare flower varieties on the market.
Boss Jin had already heard that this young master from the Beijing entertainment circle was coming, so he took the initiative to exchange pleasantries with Duan Mingxiao.
The young master frowned and gave a few reluctant replies.
However, Cong Chun had no idea what a "princeling" in the Beijing circle was; he only knew about the Kitchen God and the God of Wealth.
However, a batch of seedlings is currently stored in a warehouse near the flower market, not inside the flower market itself.
Mr. Jin first invited the two to the second floor of the market, and then brought up the matter.
Mr. Jin said to Cong Chun with a smile.
“This is Mr. Duan’s friend. How about I send one of my employees to go with you to inspect the goods?”
Duan Mingxiao frowned upon hearing this, sensing that something was amiss.
Cong Chun noticed that Duan Mingxiao looked unwell, so he offered to go and retrieve it himself.
Moreover, he has gained experience in growing crops, so he can take the opportunity to check whether these seedlings are healthy.
After a moment, Duan Mingxiao nodded. Seeing how enthusiastic Cong Chun was, the young master did not object.
Cong Chun had just left the flower market with the employees sent by Boss Jin.
Then they saw what appeared to be a conflict not far away.
Cong Chun glanced at it casually.
The man looked somewhat familiar; it was Lu Tinglan, who had visited the Duan family last time.
However, Lu Tinglan was being grabbed by the collar in a disheveled state.
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