Chapter 44 Country People Go to the City
Last night, Ji Ruhui bombarded Duan Mingxiao with messages.
Duan Mingxiao was so annoyed that he almost blocked the person.
He doesn't send messages he should, but he spouts nonsense about messages he shouldn't.
Ji Ruhui spent money to open a coffee shop for his young girlfriend in the center of Jinghai.
This kid even signed a free transfer agreement, directly giving away this valuable shop to the other party.
He specifically sent a message to Duan Mingxiao, hoping that the young master Duan could come and show his support.
Duan Mingxiao knew him perfectly well; this kid just wanted to show off.
Ji Ruhui, that guy, considers himself a love saint, but his love life has been quite bumpy. He's dated several girlfriends and been dumped by them all. He'd be heartbroken the night before, but the next day he'd immediately sober up and say he wanted to lock away his love.
Duan Mingxiao doesn't believe him for a second.
Young Master Duan's disdain was genuine; he had always been a germaphobe, and some perverts in his circle liked to share a single cigarette, like passing a parcel.
However, Young Master Duan doesn't smoke, so smoking indoors is a no-go in front of this prince.
In Duan Mingxiao's words, what's the difference between smoking indoors and defecating in public?
They would be "politely" asked to leave the room by the Crown Prince, only to be kicked out without any mercy.
Duan Mingxiao originally didn't want to pay attention to Ji Ruhui's barrage of messages.
This guy, he even followed the trend and became a coffee shop owner, how incredibly boring.
But a moment later, Duan Mingxiao saw another reminder message from Ji Ruhui.
(Hey Chan, remember to come support us later!) (Heart emoji)
Duan Mingxiao inexplicably recalled Cong Chun mentioning coffee during lunch.
Cong Chun even received two packets of instant coffee as a free gift with the fertilizer he bought.
Duan Mingxiao watched as Cong Chun pulled two packets of generic flavored instant coffee from the fertilizer delivery bag.
I also brewed two cups, and I put one in front of him, saying that I wanted to treat him to coffee.
He said he wanted to send a cup of Congchun tea to Steward Chen.
In response, Duan Mingxiao told Cong Chun a ghost story.
Giving the old man coffee, and not even worrying that Butler Chen won't be able to sleep at night, he'll transform into a giggle, jump onto Cong Chun's bed, sing a song to the sky, and then fly to your house and eat all the nutritious corn mixed with chicken feed.
After listening to the ghost story the young master told him, Cong Chun decided to drink it himself. If he really turned into a clucking clown, his grandmother wouldn't eat him, and she would give him the chicken feed.
Cong Chun had never drunk coffee before. He looked down and smelled the aroma; it was fragrant but also a little bitter.
Duan Mingxiao, standing to the side, looked down at the cheap instant coffee in front of him with a look of disgust; it was all about technology and ruthless techniques.
The young master himself wouldn't drink, and he also domineeringly forbade Cong Chun from drinking.
What if Chun Chun drinks it and dies?
In the end, Cong Chun could only hesitantly take the two cups of coffee into the kitchen and throw them away.
However, Cong Chun still secretly took a bite in the end.
The coffee was a little sweet, but after a moment Cong Chun's tongue began to taste slightly bitter.
With this in mind, Duan Mingxiao reluctantly agreed to Ji Ruhui's invitation.
Duan Mingxiao then remembered that Mengmeng had torn Cong Chun's pants. As a reasonable parent, he felt he should compensate the victim.
This idiot only has three pairs of pants, and one of them is torn. If it rains, the pants will get wet.
When I go to school in the future, won't I have to go out naked?
As Duan's young master's maid, Cong Chun naturally accompanied him wherever he went.
When he heard Duan Mingxiao mention Young Master Ji, he thought they were going to the newly opened coffee shop.
Unexpectedly, the Duan family's car drove to the most bustling commercial street in Jinghai City, where CBB, the largest shopping mall in Asia, is located.
Cong Chun, a country bumpkin visiting the city, felt a little awkward as it was his first time shopping in such a large mall.
Big cities are so bustling, with towering buildings everywhere, while their village is gloomy and all you can see are small bungalows.
There are no shopping malls in town, only small shops, or open-air stalls, and some people even just lay out a plastic sheet to make a vegetable stall.
However, this was also the first time the young master had ever shopped at a mall.
Every time the seasons change, brands that collaborate with Yunlan Shuang Company will come to the Duan family's door to deliver seasonal clothes.
Young Master Duan's wardrobe is full of new clothes with tags still on, but Duan Mingxiao always wears the same few clothes over and over again, gray, black and white, while the other new clothes just sit in the wardrobe collecting dust.
While carefully watching the young master's footsteps, Cong Chun curiously observed the mall, noting the clean, smooth marble floor with gold trim.
The men, women, and children passing by were dressed fashionably and spoke and acted with composure, but Cong Chun's new clothes seemed somewhat out of place.
The new clothes he was wearing were bought for him by his grandmother in town after he was admitted to university. The style was simple, and the short-sleeved shirt had the English words "sunlight" printed on it. However, Cong Chun noticed that the English word was misspelled and should have been "sunlight".
Originally, Cong Chun was reluctant to wear her new clothes. They were work uniforms she wore at the Duan family's house, and the fabric felt excellent.
Cong Chun wanted to wait until he started school to wear the new clothes his grandmother bought for him.
I didn't expect that when I changed into my own clothes while planting flowers in the morning, Mengmeng tore my pants.
There was another pair of pants that had just been washed; Cong Chun had no pants left.
In the afternoon, the young master was going to attend the opening ceremony of Young Master Ji's coffee shop, so Cong Chun subconsciously changed into his best outfit.
The group took the elevator directly to the VIP room.
A CBB staff member immediately handed them water.
Cong Chun thanked him sincerely, took the water, and handed it to Duan Mingxiao.
The young master shook his head, indicating that he did not need it.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao looked at the staff and gave instructions in a cold voice.
"Pick out a few outfits for him."
Cong Chun was drinking water when he choked badly and immediately waved his hand in a panic.
"Young master, no need."
"I have enough clothes to wear."
Duan Mingxiao lifted his eyelids and looked at him silently.
He stood in the overhead light, his brows defiant, his black shirt stretched taut by his chest muscles, revealing broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The metal brow bone studs gleamed coldly, and his presence exuded an intense sense of oppression.
"Mengmeng tore your pants."
"I'll give you one as compensation."
This stupid dog is so greedy, it even tries to eat its own pants.
Cong Chun pursed his lips. Actually, his pants cost twenty-five yuan for two pairs.
After thinking about it, he decided to wait until he got his salary and then pay Duan Mingxiao back, along with the money for the phone.
Immediately afterwards, the staff carefully picked out an outfit for Cong Chun.
Cong Chun carefully took the clothes and went into the changing room next door to change.
He quickly changed his shirt, and just as he was about to change his pants, he found that the pants wouldn't go on; they were stuck on his buttocks and he couldn't pull them up.
After waiting for a few minutes, perhaps they realized there was no movement inside.
Duan Mingxiao's eyes flickered slightly as he stood outside the locker room. His long, slender fingers tapped lightly on the door, and he couldn't help but raise his voice to ask a question.
"What's wrong."
From inside the changing room, Cong Chun's muffled voice could be heard, but it was not very clear.
"Young master, I can't fit into these pants."
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