Chapter 38 The Little Flowerpot Incident
Duan Mingxiao sat lazily on the sofa, casually lifting his eyelids to look at the famous painting in front of him.
"Oh, it's Xu Binzhou. You have quite the taste."
Mr. Jin, standing to the side, was sweating profusely. How could this young master be so intimidating at such a young age?
Mr. Jin chuckled a few times and quickly explained.
"I'm glad you like it, Young Master Duan."
"However, this is just a high-end replica. I really can't afford Master Xu's original works."
Xu Binzhou is a top master in the Chinese art world and a leading figure in the contemporary art world internationally.
Mr. Xu's paintings can fetch prices of over 100 million yuan, and even so, his paintings are fiercely contested by countless collectors when they appear at auctions.
Duan Mingxiao didn't speak, and it was unclear whether he believed it or not. But could this rosewood tea table in front of him be another counterfeit?
Mr. Jin smiled awkwardly. He had originally thought that it was the Duan family's steward who came to inspect the goods today, but he didn't expect it to be this young master.
They were all in the same circle, and he had heard some of Duan Mingxiao's exploits. The term "ruthless and unscrupulous demon king" was the most fitting description for him.
The wall clock had already completed a full circle when Cong Chun returned.
Cong Chun sensed something was off as soon as he entered, but thankfully the seedlings in the warehouse were all fine.
The staff told him that someone would be sent to pack and deliver the package to the Duan family shortly.
Duan Mingxiao swung his neck from side to side to loosen his muscles and bones, then straightened up with the help of his crutches.
During this time, because his left leg was in a cast, the young master was able to use his crutches very well. In fact, Duan Mingxiao, who was using crutches, looked like he was holding a weapon for self-defense.
The young master casually waved his hand, and with a loud slap, his cane hit you in the face first, asking if your head hurts.
However, Cong Chun, who had just returned, was carrying a pot of flowers in his arms, which had been given to him by the warehouse staff.
The flowers are cheap periwinkles, and they're not in good condition either. They haven't been watered for a while, and the soil in the pot has become compacted.
Originally discarded in a corner of the warehouse, it seemed destined to "fend for itself."
Cong Chun glanced at it unintentionally, and a gust of wind blew in through the curtain, causing the branches and leaves to sway a few times, as if waving to him.
The next second, Cong Chun asked the staff member in front of him if he could buy it himself.
The staff at the flower market were somewhat surprised by Cong Chun's words. Few customers liked periwinkles. Although they were inexpensive, their appearance was not what the general public sought, and some even thought they were vulgar.
However, since this flower is placed in the corner, it means I'm not going to put any effort into taking care of it; otherwise, it wouldn't have gone so many days without being watered.
Since the price was cheap, and it wouldn't hurt to give it away, the staff gave the flowers to Cong Chun as a favor.
Cong Chun carefully took the flowerpot, stared at the withered yellow leaves, and made up his mind to take good care of it.
However, Duan Mingxiao's first words were like the incarnation of Satan.
"How could the housekeeper have such poor taste? The flowers he ordered are so ugly."
"Looking at it for even a second would shorten my lifespan, would my mom like that?"
Cong Chun pursed his lips, somewhat speechless.
"Young master, these flowers were given to me by someone else."
"I like it."
"Don't... say it's ugly, it's very beautiful."
Duan Mingxiao paused for a moment, then, seeing that Cong Chun was being protective of his own, he stopped being sarcastic.
After all, his nanny's beatings can be quite painful.
[Tch, treating something given to you like a treasure.]
[You're going to treat my sincere heart like dog shit and trample on it.]
[It's just so ugly, incredibly ugly! Ugly Flower, may you grow uglier and uglier!]
Duan Mingxiao had no idea that he was now competing with a potted plant for attention.
Cong Chun felt somewhat helpless, but since Duan Mingxiao hadn't said anything, he pretended not to know. Otherwise, if the young master started crying and making a scene later, things would be over.
On the way back, Cong Chun carefully observed the potted plant in his hand.
Several leaves on my periwinkle have turned yellow and withered. I need to take care of them when I get home and loosen the soil in the pot.
Although Cong Chun only spends a penny on his phone case, he is willing to spend tens of yuan on good fertilizer.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun turned on the camera function on her phone and snapped a few photos of the potted plant in her hand.
The two sat together in the back seat of the car. Duan Mingxiao closed his eyes and pretended to doze off, but in reality, he was secretly observing Cong Chun's actions.
The young master first secretly saw that Cong Chun had ordered 56 yuan worth of fertilizer on a shopping platform.
No, it wasn't that he was peeking; it was because Duan Mingxiao was too tall that he accidentally saw it, which is understandable.
However, Duan Mingxiao, who was "pretending to sleep with his eyes closed," became angrier the more he thought about it.
Cong Chun bought fifty-six yuan worth of fertilizer for Po Hua, but the bag of candy he gave himself certainly didn't cost fifty-six yuan.
Duan Mingxiao was unconvinced, and once the fertilizer arrived, he planned to throw away all the fertilizer from this wretched flower.
Immediately afterwards, he saw Cong Chun taking pictures of the potted flower.
The young master's sour smell permeated every corner of the car and lingered until they returned to the Duan family home.
After getting out of the car, Cong Chun hurriedly told Duan Mingxiao to take the cane, went into the living room to get Duan Mingxiao a glass of water, and didn't even drink any herself.
After settling everything in, Cong Chun walked briskly, her heart completely focused on the little flowerpot.
I had carefully placed the flower on the stone table in the front yard, and now I'm going to loosen the soil and water it.
Duan Mingxiao leaned on his cane with one hand and held a glass of water in the other. He watched Cong Chun's busy figure in the front yard, pursed his lips, and wished he could crush the glass.
Cong Chun had just left to get water a short while ago.
A huge, black, fuzzy, unidentified creature suddenly appeared out of nowhere, pounced on the stone table, and began to tease the periwinkle leaves with its claws.
Upon seeing this, Duan Mingxiao frowned slightly, leaned on his cane, and stepped forward to drive them away. The young master's tone was calm and serious.
"Mengmeng, don't touch it."
The Rottweiler didn't stop what it was doing; it just turned its head and stuck out its tongue to act cute.
Duan Mingxiao, of course, would not tolerate it, and the young master casually added another remark.
"No chicken legs for dinner."
Upon hearing this, the Rottweiler indeed drooped its ears and obediently retracted its claws.
Duan Mingxiao went to the stone table himself and carefully examined the periwinkle leaves to see if he was injured.
The young master sighed softly, thankfully he hadn't been scratched by Mengmeng's paws.
Otherwise, what if Cong Chun makes a scene with him later?
The next second, Cong Chun suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding a bottle of water in his arms, his eyes fixed on Duan Mingxiao's action of picking leaves.
His expression was somewhat solemn.
"Young master, please don't pluck its leaves."
The young master was stunned for a moment when he saw Cong Chun's serious expression. Mengmeng, sitting on the grass, twirled her tail, looking completely innocent.
My dear son, you've ruined my life!
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