Chapter 4 Hearing the Heart's Voice
The young master casually extended his hand to Cong Chun in front of him, without any politeness.
Cong Chun took out her ID card from her pocket and handed it to Duan Mingxiao with her slender, fair fingers.
Cool fingertips inadvertently touched the back of Duan Mingxiao's hand, and the next second, the young master's expression turned somewhat strange.
Duan Mingxiao quickly reverted to his usual carefree demeanor, casually lifting his eyelids to glance at the ID card.
Normally, the photos on people's ID cards are taken in an extremely unattractive way, but the boy in this ID card is extremely handsome.
A pair of slightly droopy dog eyes, and a beautiful smile at the camera, like a pond of lotus flowers suddenly appearing on a hot summer day, bringing comfort.
Cong Chun has a pretty little red mole on the corner of her mouth that moves up and down as she smiles and talks to the boy.
When he was a child, he was often mistaken for a girl because of his pretty appearance.
Duan Mingxiao glanced at it and then looked away, focusing his gaze on the information on the right side of the ID card.
Cong Chun, male, from Huaishui Village, Ze'an Town, Heze County, Jianghe City.
Huai Shui Village? What place is that? Never heard of it? This person in front of me really doesn't seem to have come from some remote corner.
20 years old? Freshmen are usually 18 or 19. Has this person repeated a year?
Duan Mingxiao mentally reviewed the information, and without much thought, returned the ID card to Cong Chun. Cong Chun then carefully put the ID card back into her bag and quietly emphasized.
"I'm a boy."
Duan Mingxiao stared at him with a half-smile.
"Of course I know you're a man."
Before Cong Chun could finish speaking, the boy in front of her interrupted her.
"Then why did you..." You even checked my ID card, and before that you said I... might get pregnant.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao suddenly approached Cong Chun. The boy's flamboyant and exquisite features suddenly magnified, with long, slender raven feathers and eyebrows that were slightly raised to the sides, making him extremely aggressive.
"Just kidding."
This little bumpkin is really easy to tease; he stammers when he speaks, and I wonder what he'll look like when he cries.
As soon as Duan Mingxiao finished speaking, a strange sound rang in Cong Chun's mind.
Cong Chun's pupils dilated slightly for a moment, thinking it was his hallucination, but then the strange sound rang out again, proving it wasn't a hallucination.
Sigh, he looks rather pitiful. I'll reluctantly let him stay.
A pair of innocent dog eyes stared at Duan Mingxiao in front of him, as if trying to confirm the source of the voice.
[Why is this little bumpkin staring at me like that? Is he captivated by my good looks? Tsk, how shallow...]
It seems being handsome can be a problem.
Cong Chun's heart skipped a beat. He pursed his dry lower lip, and his head felt a little dizzy. He seemed to... seemed to hear the young master's inner thoughts.
The next second, Cong Chun's vision went black, his heart rate became too fast, and he fainted on the ground.
The scene was chaotic, and Duan Mingxiao, who was standing to the side, was so startled that he took a step back.
What's going on? What terrible luck I've had today, running into two people trying to scam me. Do they think I, Duan Mingxiao, am an easy target?
Duan Mingxiao called out a few times, staring intently at Cong Chun as he paced back and forth like a male duck making a racket.
"Hey... don't lie on my floor and pretend to be dead."
"I didn't do anything."
Butler Chen, who was standing nearby, couldn't bear to watch any longer and helped Cong Chun up from the ground.
"Young Master, please take care of your voice."
"I'll have the family doctor check on this student right away. You should get some rest."
Duan Mingxiao was stunned for a moment. He saw Cong Chun's pale face leaning on Butler Chen's shoulder and felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.
The boy pouted and reluctantly extended his hand to Butler Chen.
"So that he won't be too heavy and break your old back later."
Butler Chen's eyelids twitched, and he looked at Duan Mingxiao's left leg, which was in a cast, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"Young Master, your leg injury hasn't healed yet."
The subtext is: Young master, your leg is still lame, save your energy.
I woke up again in a soft, comfortable bed.
Cong Chun slowly raised her heavy eyelids, her amber eyes falling on the ceiling inlaid with plaster patterns.
His head was spinning, and his bones felt like they had been shattered, with a faint ache throughout his body.
The boy's slender fingers involuntarily tightened around the pristine white sheet beside him, leaving streaks on the once smooth and flawless surface.
With a click, the door to the guest room opened.
"You're awake?"
It was Butler Chen's voice; he was holding a tray in his hand.
On top was a black and white uniform, along with toast and milk.
Cong Chun was lying in bed when he heard a noise. Like a puppy, he pricked up his ears alertly and immediately propped himself up on his arms to sit up straight in bed.
For some reason, Cong Chun didn't have a headache, but his knees hurt terribly.
Butler Chen placed the items on the tray beside the bed and briefly told Cong Chun what had happened after he fainted last night.
The family doctor said he was malnourished, probably because he hadn't eaten all day and had fainted yesterday due to low blood sugar.
Cong Chun thanked the middle-aged man in front of him, but his mind was in a state of confusion.
As he thought about it, his eyes involuntarily reddened, and he looked like he had been bullied. Did he have a mental illness, which was why those strange voices popped into his head?
She fantasized that she could hear Young Master Duan's inner thoughts.
"By the way, Cong, our young master said you can stay."
"Find some time later to change into the uniform on the table, and you can start following the young master this afternoon."
Cong Chun was still immersed in the sadness of suspecting that he had a mental illness and hadn't reacted yet. The next second, the boy could only nod blankly when he heard Butler Chen's words.
Butler Chen felt a pang of pity when he saw Cong Chun's appearance. This child was much more lovable than their young master.
The next second, Cong Chun threw off the covers and was about to get out of bed when a bruise appeared on the boy's knee.
When Butler Chen saw this, his eyes couldn't help but look a little guilty.
After Cong Chun fainted last night, their eldest son insisted on proving himself and took Cong Chun away from him.
The next second, the young master who was holding the person lost his balance on his left leg, and the two of them fell spectacularly to the ground.
This incident teaches us that we shouldn't be pretentious.
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