Chapter 53 Beg Me
Cong Chun went to take a shower as soon as he got back.
Feeling refreshed, he changed into the work clothes given to him by the Duan family, and then Cong Chun went to find Butler Chen.
He asked if there was anywhere he could put his empty bottles.
Butler Chen told Cong Chun that these things could be stored in the storage room in the backyard of the Duan family for the time being.
The storage room mainly contains tools for pruning backyard plants, and these tools themselves are dirty.
As soon as Cong Chun entered the storage room, the air still carried a hint of earthy sweetness.
Cong Chun had wiped all the bottles he picked up, so they were actually quite clean.
A moment later, Cong Chun put his things away and returned from the storage room in the backyard.
The boy then saw a group of people gathered around a large dining table in the hall.
Tomorrow is Madam Yun's birthday, and Yun Lanshuang has invited a group of friends to the Duan family home for afternoon tea.
However, most of the desserts need to be prepared the night before.
We hired two pastry chefs, but they were too busy, and to make matters worse, two of their electric mixers broke down.
So, Steward Chen called over these servants of the Duan family to help out, which immediately improved their efficiency.
Cong Chun happened to be passing by and joined in. He rolled up the cuffs of his white shirt, revealing a muscular forearm, and his long fingers gripped the manual whisk.
Cong Chun was strong, and his swings were fast and powerful.
In no time, the egg whites in the semi-circular iron bowl were whipped into a white solid.
The servants of the Duan family all liked Cong Chun, except for a few who secretly disliked him.
It is said that Cong Chun's fair complexion is what makes women like him, but in reality, he has no masculinity at all.
However, most people still like Cong Chun. Cong Chun is good-looking, which is pleasing to the eye.
And he doesn't swear; he's a good kid.
Some people in their thirties and forties, who have children at home, would ask Cong Chun for help with their children's schoolwork if they didn't understand something.
Cong Chun patiently answered their questions.
Cong Chun usually speaks slowly, even somewhat slowly, when talking to others.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was mentally challenged.
However, when Cong Chun explains the problems, he is clear and easy to understand, and even people with low levels of education can understand his explanations.
They all agreed that Cong Chun was wasting her talents by being the eldest young master's nanny.
Cong Chun felt that he couldn't just study all the time; working was also a form of rest.
He hasn't worked in the fields for a long time and is a little out of sorts.
After a while, the pastry chef cooked a small sweet soup with colorful glutinous rice balls, which was shared as a late-night snack, with everyone getting a bowl.
Cong Chun held the small bowl of sweet soup in her hand without drinking it, and was about to go upstairs to find Duan Mingxiao.
Unexpectedly, they ran into the eldest son in the living room.
Butler Chen just said that the young master didn't eat dinner when he came back tonight.
From childhood, Duan Mingxiao would refuse to eat whenever he got angry.
However, when he was a child, his parents didn't pay much attention to him.
After all, they knew what kind of person their son was; he wouldn't starve to death if he missed a meal.
It would be best if Duan Mingxiao didn't eat, so he wouldn't have the energy to cause trouble.
The eldest son was sitting alone in the hall playing video games.
The boy had long, slender fingers as he gripped a completely black game controller.
A soft voice came from behind.
"Young Master, would you like some late-night snacks?"
Cong Chun took the initiative to speak to the young master and placed the sweet soup in front of Duan Mingxiao. Colorful glutinous rice balls floated in the bowl.
Unfortunately, Duan Mingxiao ignored him.
The young master stared intently at the game on the big screen, his gaze unwavering, his sharply defined face devoid of any extra emotion.
Unfortunately, the young master's heart was burning with passion.
[Heh, you finally remembered me, young master.]
Anyway, I'm not going to repeat what I just said.
[If you didn't hear it, fine, you'll never know what you missed, you idiot!]
Duan Mingxiao remained expressionless, appearing extremely aloof and arrogant.
Cong Chun didn't know what was wrong with the young master. Could it be that he was still angry that she hadn't given him an empty water bottle?
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun's gaze fell on a large bag of empty bottles next to the sofa.
Cong Chun couldn't help but ask.
"Young Master, you went to collect bottles too?"
"You actually picked up so many, young master, you're amazing."
This was the first time Cong Chun had ever seen someone who could pick up bottles even better than him; it seemed he had underestimated the young master.
Duan Mingxiao simply couldn't understand why Cong Chun's thought process was so peculiar and infuriating, but the young master's mouth just wouldn't stop.
Duan Mingxiao, the aloof and taciturn male god, can't keep up the act for long.
"I didn't find it."
Cong Chun nodded, seemingly lost in thought.
He curled his lips into a smile and said deliberately.
"Oh, I see. Young master, you drank so much water in such a short time."
Duan Mingxiao was concerned about his reputation, so of course he couldn't reveal that he had paid someone to drink water.
Doesn't this mean he's backed down?
The young master could only retort with dissatisfaction.
The tone was somewhat impolite.
"Idiot, I'm not a water buffalo."
"Drinking so much water, are you even going to sleep tonight? You might as well just sleep in the toilet."
[This young master won't explain the origin of the empty bottle; let idiot Chun guess for himself.]
Cong Chun thought he would go out and pick up another bag of them another day to give to Duan Mingxiao.
To avoid the young master threatening to break off their friendship again.
"Young master, would you like some?"
"Eat it while it's hot, or it'll get cold."
Cong Chun thought that if the young master refused again, there would only be one bowl per person, so he would just eat it himself.
Duan Mingxiao raised his eyelids and finally glanced at Cong Chun.
[This idiot is secretly swallowing his saliva.]
If I, this young master, said I wouldn't eat it, it would probably all end up in his stomach in the next second.
Duan Mingxiao said something malicious, his tone completely flat.
"Oh, then this young master will reluctantly eat it."
As expected, a hint of disappointment flashed in Cong Chun's eyes.
He watched helplessly as Duan Mingxiao drank all the sweet soup.
Cong Chun suddenly felt the urge to use the restroom, and he was about to leave.
The eldest young master spoke up at this moment.
"Young master, I need to go to the restroom."
Young Master Duan grabbed the man's wrist and held on tightly, refusing to let go.
"You are not allowed to go."
Cong Chun is unable to move.
After a moment, Cong Chun, feeling a soreness in his voice, spoke with a tremor in his tone, his face flushed and looking unwell from holding it in.
"Young Master, I want to go."
Duan Mingxiao looked at him with great interest, and after a few seconds, he spoke leisurely.
"Can't."
Cong Chun held back for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the eldest young master pulled Cong Chun in front of him.
A strong wind, carrying intense heat, swept through the valley and landed on a small hill.
Duan Mingxiao casually raised his eyes, his eyebrows slightly raised, and patted Cong Chun's buttocks with his large hand, his voice low and drawn out.
"Hey, not x..."
Cong Chun blushed and remained silent for a long time. She pursed her lips and took a step back.
How could you touch that place, young master?
"Young Master...I..."
Duan Mingxiao is cold-blooded and ruthless.
"Just bear with it."
Cong Chun spoke again.
"I want to go..."
Cong Chun cautiously probed, stepping forward to kiss the young master's nose like a bird.
Duan Mingxiao was stunned for a moment when he felt a soft touch on the high, straight bridge of his nose.
Immediately after, the bird flew away the instant the palm was released.
Holding in urine is really uncomfortable.
I should drink less water in the future.
Cong Chun thought to himself subconsciously.
A moment later, Duan Mingxiao came to the kitchen, looking very pleased.
Her gaze fell on the pastry chef's back as she spoke leisurely.
"Make another bowl of sweet soup later, with extra dumplings, and bring it to my room."
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