Chapter 60 Selfish, Narcissistic, and Arrogant
The two stood quietly together under the bus stop, waiting for the next bus.
Not far away, across the street.
A very tall figure leaned against the door of the Lexus.
The boy's dark eyes remained unblinking as he quietly watched the two people in the bus shelter.
Cong Chun turned around and was chatting with Mo Xizhi. He was in a much better mood now. Both of them were freshmen at Yenching University.
Because Mo Xizhi was the first to ask a question, Cong Chun talked to him about her experience working as a nanny in the Duan family.
Cong Chun thought of Duan Mingxiao and told Mo Xizhi about some interesting things that had happened between the two of them.
The boy's lips unconsciously curved slightly upwards, and Mo Xizhi occasionally replied with a few short words.
A moment later, Mo Xizhi and Duan Mingxiao across the street made eye contact.
Mo Xizhi was very clever and almost immediately guessed Duan Mingxiao's identity as the employer's child mentioned by Cong Chun. He was a man with a broken left foot and a cane.
However, it is unheard of for an employer to come looking for an employee who has asked for leave.
Mo Xizhi's gaze returned to Cong Chun, and then the boy spoke, his voice clear and melodious, like water melting from a glacier.
In front of Duan Mingxiao, Mo Xizhi took out the only handkerchief left in his pocket, expressionlessly raised his hand and wiped the sweat from Cong Chun's forehead.
Cong Chun has been prone to blushing and sweating since childhood after being exposed to the sun.
"It's hot, have a drink of water."
Immediately afterwards, Mo Xizhi twisted open the bottle of mineral water in his hand and handed it to Cong Chun.
After returning to the Duan family home by bus, Cong Chun did not see Duan Mingxiao.
There was no one around; no one knew where the young master had gone.
That evening, Duan Mingxiao did not return to the Duan family home.
Duan Mingxiao went to the hospital himself to have the cast on his left leg removed in advance.
Cong Chun was a little worried because the young master hadn't appeared since the day she took leave.
Cong Chun sent messages to Duan Mingxiao, and the young master would reply, but only late at night.
The replies were all very simple, such as "I'm busy" or "I'm very busy."
Cong Chun was really worried, so he specifically asked Ji Ruhui for his contact information when they had played billiards together before.
It turns out that Duan Mingxiao had been at the Liujin racing training ground for the past few days.
Inside the racing training ground.
Cong Chun sat in the corner of the spectator stands, a spot that was considered high up on the mountain, but completely inconspicuous.
He quietly watched the black and white race cars on the track, running lap after lap, the entire track filled with explosive roars.
On the final sharp turn, the car braked and crashed directly into the safety net.
Inside the driver's cab, the seatbelt was tightly constricting the man's shoulders.
Cong Chun's heart tightened, and he was about to go down to check the situation.
However, the car door was opened the next second.
Duan Mingxiao came out from inside. After the intense training, his calf muscles cramped up, and the boy collapsed weakly to the ground.
Cong Chun stood still without moving forward, his gaze fixed on Duan Mingxiao on the track.
Why has his performance in rehabilitation training and matches since his fracture worsened, and why has he been unable to return to his previous form?
Duan Mingxiao could barely lift his arm, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He pounded his fist on the ground and let out a roar.
The boy's eyes were bloodshot, and he forced himself to stand up despite the pain from his leg cramps.
And so, the intense racing training was brought to a close due to the damage to the race car.
Duan Mingxiao took off his helmet and walked into the entrance passage of the stadium, his face gloomy.
At that moment, a familiar figure appeared in the shadows.
Duan Mingxiao paused for a moment, gripping the helmet tightly in his hand.
He was dressed in a black training racing suit, his posture upright. Then, the young master turned his face away and walked out without looking to the side.
Cong Chun frowned and followed behind him.
"Young Master, what's wrong?"
I'm unhappy.
Duan Mingxiao continued walking forward without saying a word.
Cong Chun stared at the boy's back.
She quickly stepped forward and took Duan Mingxiao's wrist.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"You can tell me."
"I might be able to help."
Duan Mingxiao stopped in his tracks.
Feeling the warmth emanating from his wrist, he awkwardly opened his mouth.
"I'm not unhappy."
The next second, Cong Chun released his hand.
Duan Mingxiao felt a little empty inside, lowered his eyes, and a hint of self-mockery appeared in them.
[That's true, no one can stand someone with my eccentric temper.]
[...I'm not happy.]
Cong Chun subconsciously looked up at Duan Mingxiao.
The young master looked unwell, his lips were pale, and he spoke softly.
"Young master, please lower your head a little, okay?"
Duan Mingxiao turned around and his gaze fell on Cong Chun in front of him.
She said it wasn't good, but in the end she still bent down and lowered her head so that her eyes were level with the boy in front of her.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao's pupils suddenly dilated.
Cong Chun touched his own forehead with one hand and placed the other hand on Duan Mingxiao's forehead.
The boy's tone was very soft, even a little breathy.
However, it reached Duan Mingxiao's ears very clearly.
"Young Master, your forehead feels a little hot."
"It seems like I really have a fever."
At this moment, all those inexplicable feelings of jealousy and possessiveness seemed to have found their reason.
He couldn't accept anyone other than himself being intimate with Cong Chun.
The thought that someone was closer to him than he was filled Duan Mingxiao with a burning desire to kill that person.
The overwhelming, insane jealousy was threatening to engulf him.
Duan Mingxiao didn't want Cong Chun out of his sight; he couldn't do anything properly if he couldn't see him.
He's just clingy.
But so what?
When it comes to someone you like, you should do everything in your power to fight for them.
Duan Mingxiao is narcissistic, selfish, and arrogant.
The boy parted his thin lips slightly, his voice low and deep.
"No fever."
"But he was injured."
Upon hearing this, Cong Chun's eyes revealed a hint of worry.
"Young master, we need to go to the hospital right away and have a doctor take a look at you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Mingxiao grasped Cong Chun's hand.
The boy's hands had thin calluses, but they felt warm.
The warmth from your palm is the best pain reliever.
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