Chapter 6 Volcanic Temper
Liu Zheng thrashed around in the pool for a few moments before being pulled out by the Duan family's servants.
Cong Chun followed Duan Mingxiao back to the hall, at which moment a tall figure suddenly walked in from the door.
"Hey, A-Can, I was wondering why I kept asking you out these past few days, you always said you were busy."
"So he was keeping a mistress in a golden house."
A slightly teasing voice came over, and Duan Mingxiao's eyelids twitched involuntarily. What an annoying person.
If we were to name the two most disliked people in Jinghai City, it would undoubtedly be Duan Mingxiao, the eldest son of the Duan family, and Ji Ruhui, the youngest son of the Ji family. These two grew up wearing the same pair of open-crotch pants, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were brothers.
The two were undoubtedly the living devils and little tyrants that everyone in Jinghai City feared.
Ji Ruhui had a head of flamboyant pink hair, and his phoenix eyes exuded a wicked charm. He wore a floral green shirt and had the air of a seductive fox. In fact, this young master Ji was very popular with women, and he only dated women older than him.
Ji Ruhui's gaze fell on Cong Chun, who was standing to the side. When he came to the Duan family before, he knew that Yun Lanshuang had arranged several nannies for Duan Mingxiao, but the young master had rejected them all.
Seeing that Duan Mingxiao, a person with severe mysophobia, could actually let this new nanny get close to him, Ji Ruhui's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
He looked Cong Chun up and down. Cong Chun's face was indeed quite handsome, but it was flat in the front and back, like a washboard. Most importantly, he was a man.
Ji Ruhui is attracted to women; he has no interest in men, no matter how handsome they are.
Upon hearing this, Duan Mingxiao naturally retorted without any hesitation.
"You flatter me. I still can't compare to your boundless love, little chick."
The nickname "Chicken" was used by Ji Ruhui's close friends, while Ji Ruhui called Duan Mingxiao "A-Can" because that was the young master's nickname.
The character “灿” can be broken down into “fire” and “mountain”. Duan Mingxiao’s temper is well-known to be like a volcano, ready to erupt at any time. It’s extremely bad, and when he was a child, he would cry for no reason at all.
From a very young age, he showed that he was different from ordinary people. When Duan Mingxiao was a baby, he cried for six hours straight without stopping, disturbing the Duan family. If Duan Chengshan hadn't stopped him, he would have been beaten to death by Yun Lan.
In the end, Yun Lanshuang was still drawn to Duan Mingxiao's standardly pretty baby face, and a bit of maternal love was forcibly awakened in the woman.
Thus, the nickname "A-Can" came about, and only those close to Duan Mingxiao would call him that.
Although Ji Ruhui considered himself to be quite skilled at verbal attacks, he had never been able to defeat the young master Duan in front of him.
The boy didn't seem to care. The keychain of the limited-edition sports car spun casually on his slender index finger, then fell back into his hand after a few spins. Ji Ruhui remembered the important reason he had come to the Duan family today.
"By the way, Ah-Can, are you coming to the party this Saturday night?"
"You broke your leg and can't drive, but you can still meet up with us brothers in private, right?"
It wasn't just a simple gathering; it was an event organized by these young men who were into racing. The party not only featured attractive car models for these young men to flirt with, but also invited top professional race car drivers to participate in entertaining races.
Upon hearing this, Duan Mingxiao felt somewhat irritated, recalling the various unpleasant perfume scents mixed together, and he coldly refused.
"No, I'm too lazy to go."
Ever since he broke his left leg in a racing accident, Ms. Yun has had people monitor his movements in private and has even ordered him to never touch racing cars again.
"No way, Ah Can, you're not planning to get involved in racing anymore?" Ji Ruhui asked dramatically, but secretly glanced at Duan Mingxiao's reaction.
[Are you kidding me? I'm the King of Cars in Jinghai City. My car is my life, or my car dies.]
Duan Mingxiao's "bold words" suddenly echoed in Cong Chun's mind.
He pursed his lips, trying to suppress a laugh.
Duan Mingxiao noticed Cong Chun's expression and became even angrier.
[Why can't Chun read the room? Can't she see I'm in a bad mood? Why doesn't she come up and comfort me?]
A hint of surprise flashed in Cong Chun's clear pupils. He blinked his beautiful eyes and his gaze fell on Duan Mingxiao.
"Young Master, it's alright. Once your leg is healed, you can continue doing what you like."
"Don't be afraid of this setback. Keep moving forward, and everything will pass."
Cong Chun's words of comfort, which were almost like a human being's comfort, made Ji Ruhui, who was standing to the side, laugh out loud, but the nanny's tone was very serious.
How interesting, this nanny is treating Duan Mingxiao like a baby who hasn't been weaned.
A hint of speechlessness flashed in Duan Mingxiao's eyes. He looked at Cong Chun and took a deep breath, unsure whether Cong Chun was offering comfort or mockery.
Forget it, Duan Mingxiao is kind-hearted, he wouldn't hold a grudge against a little fool.
He could only fire at Ji Ruhui, who was standing to the side.
"Laugh, laugh, laugh your ass off! You're laughing away all your good fortune."
Ji Ruhui immediately shut up. Arguing with this young master would only bring her trouble; even the aunties at the market couldn't out-argue him.
The boy immediately changed the subject and turned his attention to Cong Chun.
"By the way, your new nanny looks a bit unfamiliar; I've never seen her before."
"Where did you find it?"
Duan Mingxiao leaned back on the sofa and made a nonsensical remark.
I found it on my way home.
Cong Chun, standing to the side, replied politely and reservedly that his grandmother had told him to be polite when he was out and about.
“I live in Huaishui Village. I came to Jinghai City specifically to find a summer job this summer.”
Huai Shui Village? Never heard of it.
Seeing the two ignoring him and chatting as if no one else was around, Duan Mingxiao frowned deeply.
Does this fool even understand who his employer is, answering questions and rebuttals with other men in front of me?
And this damn chick has absolutely no sense of propriety; can't it get lost?
Cong Chun is now immune to Duan Mingxiao's "birdsong and fragrant flowers." In fact, he finds it hard to imagine why this young master has a larger vocabulary of swear words than the 3,000 English words he once memorized.
However, since he was the employer who paid his salary, Cong Chun decided to appease this short-tempered young master.
"Young master, I'll go prepare drinks for you and your friend."
It's very hot now; drinking some chilled juice might cheer the young master up.
Cong Chun couldn't help but think of the chilled watermelons his grandmother would freeze for him in the well every summer vacation. They were sweet and delicious, and he missed them a little.
Duan Mingxiao's long, slender fingers gripped the game console's controller, manipulating the high-speed racing car on it, and he nodded slightly.
[It seems she still cares about me, knowing to proactively prepare water for me.]
After Cong Chun left, Ji Ruhui immediately came over.
"Ah Can, where did you find this nanny? I'll hire one too, to serve me. There will be plenty of benefits."
Seeing that Duan Mingxiao ignored him, Ji Ruhui directly grabbed his arm.
Duan Mingxiao pulled his arm away, a hint of disgust in his eyes, and cursed without any politeness.
"You deadbeat gay, stay away from me."
"Also, he is now my man, and no one is allowed to have any ideas about him."
Ji Ruhui gave an awkward laugh.
"You're so domineering, Young Master Duan."
Just as Duan Mingxiao was about to pick up the cane next to him and hit him, Cong Chun returned.
The boy was carrying a tray, his fingers slightly damp. The transparent glass contained chilled lemonade, and Cong Chun had carefully wiped the water stains off the glass.
The pure ice cubes and fresh lemon slices mixed together create a refreshing sensation.
Two glasses of lemonade were placed on the tray, and Cong Chun handed them to the two people respectively.
Cong Chun first gave the cup to Duan Mingxiao, and then handed the remaining cup to Ji Ruhui who was standing next to him.
[It seems that what Chun Chun cares about most is still me, young master.]
Duan Mingxiao was clearly pleased with the order in which Cong Chun served him the water.
Just as he was about to smile, Duan Mingxiao noticed that Ji Ruhui's cup contained three lemon slices, while his own cup only had two.
Immediately, the young master's face fell.
Duan Mingxiao spoke to Cong Chun, his tone carrying a hint of accusation.
"Why does he have an extra slice of lemon in his cup compared to mine?"
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