Chapter 39 Focusing on the Young Master's Mental Health
When has the Crown Prince ever suffered such humiliation?
Duan Mingxiao remained outwardly defiant, but inwardly he felt both wronged and angry.
[That fool Chun actually doubted me... If it weren't for me, this broken flowerpot would have been destroyed long ago.]
Young Master Duan kindly protected this potted flower for Cong Chun, but in the end, the other party even suspected him of having ulterior motives. How could he tolerate such humiliation?
The periwinkle was undamaged, and its leaves were not torn off. Cong Chun realized that he seemed to have wronged a certain young master.
Cong Chun immediately stepped forward and hugged Duan Mingxiao's arm, his tone full of apology.
"Young master, I'd like to offer you some sweet persimmon cakes."
Quickly find something to distract the young master.
[That fool is treating me like a baby.]
Duan Mingxiao's lips curled up involuntarily, and he felt a secret thrill at Cong Chun's actions.
After a moment, the young master pursed his lower lip and deliberately dragged out his words.
"You give it to everyone you meet, but I don't care about things that others have too."
Cong Chun was at a loss. He didn't give persimmon cakes to everyone he met; he only gave them to his close friends.
Moreover, Cong Chun is currently penniless, and all he has left are delicious persimmon cakes to give away.
"Then I'll do whatever you ask, young master."
Cong Chun spoke sincerely, admitting that he had inadvertently wronged the young master, and that he was the one who had made the mistake.
He will try his best to make up for this mistake.
However, he didn't mean to wrong the young master. It was just that the young master had too many criminal records and always had bad thoughts in his mind.
Cong Chun was just trying to protect the flower.
Upon hearing Cong Chun's words, Duan Mingxiao suddenly recalled the grapes on the table in the hall and the time at the Messiah Club.
Ji Ruhui mentioned that his new girlfriend fed him grapes.
Duan Mingxiao curled his lips slightly, his tone matter-of-fact.
"I played too many games last night, and my hands are really sore."
"I want to eat peeled grapes."
Cong Chun was a little dazed. If he remembered correctly, the young master was injured in the leg, not the hand.
Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Duan Mingxiao raised his eyebrows unhappily and snorted coldly.
"What's wrong? Is it not allowed?"
Cong Chun seriously agreed, after all, he was indeed in the wrong and had wronged the young master.
"Okay, then I'll water the flowers first."
"Young Master, you should go inside and rest in the hall; the sun will hurt you."
Duan Mingxiao raised his eyelids, somewhat speechless.
[Does Chun think I'm stupid? It's a cloudy day today.]
Although Duan Mingxiao's mind was racing, the boy didn't say anything. He limped into the hall with his crutches, followed by a dog, looking somewhat forlorn.
Mengmeng followed behind its owner, happily twirling its tail like a helicopter propeller.
Cong Chun hugged the flowers in her arms tightly. Seeing the young master's suddenly "aged" back, a sense of guilt suddenly rose in her heart.
He seems to have indeed overlooked the young master's psychological needs.
The e-book "Super Nanny's Practical Parenting Guide" that Cong Chun purchased details how to pay close attention to the inner psychological needs of infants.
Otherwise, their personality will develop in a withdrawn direction when they grow up.
Cong Chun carefully recalled the young master's usual behavior in his mind. Could this be considered aloofness?
Meanwhile, inside a luxury apartment in downtown Jinghai.
Luo Qing leaned back on the sofa, flipping through a script. The boy wore black-rimmed glasses on his high nose bridge, and the collar of his loungewear was slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone. In his hand was the script for a new drama that was scheduled to start filming at the end of the month.
It's a niche suspense film where Luo Qing plays the villain, a psychopathic serial killer.
He usually memorizes all his lines in the script before joining a film crew.
However, this didn't require much thought from him. Luo Qing's college entrance exam score was not low, and instead of choosing to attend some famous performing arts schools in Beijing, she chose Yenching University.
A few years ago, when the college entrance examination results were released, Luo Qing even made it to the trending topics. Later, the company took advantage of the momentum and created a persona of a top student for him.
However, compared to Luo Qing's other character settings, such as the ancient costume white moonlight male god, the pinnacle of emotional intelligence, the gentle and scheming senior, etc., this academic genius character setting is one of the few that is the most realistic.
After all, Luo Qing could memorize her own lines and scripts after just one reading, even though her college entrance exam score wasn't particularly outstanding in Yanjing.
However, this is the result of Luo Qing's diligent study for a year; her mind is still sharp.
Just then, the apartment doorbell rang; it was Luo Qing's personal assistant, Xiao Zhu.
Xiao Zhu carried the lunch she had ordered in advance, along with some vegetables and fruits, which she was about to put in the refrigerator.
The next second, the boy opened the refrigerator and let out a strange scream.
"Brother Luo, why are there persimmon cakes in your refrigerator?"
"You've been controlling your figure for three months now, and you really can't resist anymore?"
"I told you long ago, you should be kinder to yourself."
"Brother Luo, you're in such good shape and you go to the gym regularly, so there's no need for you to control your diet every day."
Luo Qing has the appearance of a handsome young man, so the roles he plays are mostly aloof immortals or sickly, beloved second male leads.
However, only Xiao Zhu, their personal assistant, has witnessed that their brother Luo's physique surpasses that of many male celebrities in the industry.
Male celebrities who need to film scenes with their upper bodies completely naked all need to find a fit fitness trainer as a body double.
And the V-line and abs on their brothers are real.
Unfortunately, the characters he plays usually wear a lot of clothes, layer upon layer, or just a black turtleneck sweater. Luo Ge's fans really don't have a chance to see that.
Luo Qing looked at the script in her hand without saying a word, while Xiao Zhu next to her rattled off a whole bunch of things.
Xiao Zhu was also a little tempted.
"Brother Luo, since you're trying to stay in shape, why don't you share some of these persimmon cakes with me?"
"Hehe, it's been a long time since I've had this."
Although these employees know that their boss is quite different in private from on screen, Luo Qing, who is very understanding on the show, is actually quite quiet and aloof in private.
However, Luo Qing treated her staff members very well in all aspects. She rarely lost her temper in private and never acted like a big star.
In reality, Luo Qing was just too lazy to lose his temper, and taking it out on his staff might have made him feel good for a moment, but the risk of staying was not small. If someone secretly recorded him and then leaked the information to a rival company after he left, wouldn't the image that Luo Qing had built up over the years be ruined?
His acting career must not be allowed to have any stains.
Therefore, Xiao Zhu boldly asked if Brother Luo would most likely give it to him.
Unexpectedly, Luo Qing, sitting on the sofa, turned a page of the script with her slender fingers and politely declined.
"It was given to me by a friend; I can eat the other things."
The implication is that the various Australian lobsters, Alaskan king crabs, and black abalone in the refrigerator are edible.
But this ordinary persimmon cake cannot be touched.
Although Xiao Zhu found it strange, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
The boy placed the lunchbox containing his lunch in front of Luo Qing.
"Brother Luo, this is lunch. Remember to eat it while it's hot."
Luo Qing nodded and casually put the script aside. Actually, his mind had been in turmoil since Xiao Zhu mentioned persimmon cakes.
For no apparent reason, I thought of the boy named Cong Chun from the Messiah Club.
The next second, Luo Qing mocked herself inwardly.
It's true that he's been too idle since he hasn't been on set for a while; in fact, he's only rested for less than a week.
However, if Luo Qing is unhappy, everyone else is doomed.
Now let's go tease that prince.
As she spoke, Luo Qing logged into the account that she hadn't used in a long time.
He sent two messages with a blank expression.
(Brother, I haven't seen you post anything new lately.)
(I want to see your big toy. (Fangirling kitten emoji))
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