Chapter 63 Chasing Dreams
Duan Mingxiao was completely locked in his room, and all his communication devices were confiscated.
Duan Chengshan started his business in the overseas gambling industry in his early years. After returning to China, he served as the president of the Jinghai Chamber of Commerce. The well-known security group in Jinghai is also controlled by the Duan family.
Seven or eight bodyguards, each over 1.9 meters tall and strong, surrounded Duan Mingxiao.
He "tied" Duan Mingxiao into the room and wouldn't let anyone release him.
Duan Chengshan was known in the industry for his ruthless methods and deep cunning.
Almost every business rival that the Duan family encountered had to be ruthlessly stripped bare before they could escape.
Neither of the Duan couple were ordinary people.
In recent years, as Duan Chengshan has grown older, he has gradually become less cunning in his public maneuvering.
However, Duan Chengshan had plenty of ways to deal with his sharp-tongued and rebellious son.
Duan Chengshan looked up at Duan Mingxiao. Fine lines had appeared at the corners of the man's eyes, and his face was gloomy. His tone was completely calm, yet it sent chills down one's spine.
"All your food and clothing come from the Duan family."
"I've given you whatever you wanted since you were little."
"Duan Mingxiao, you are really too selfish."
Duan Mingxiao glared at the man in front of him resentfully. He was furious. Why was there always someone opposing him?
He's selfish, so what?
How could two businessmen who are only interested in profit possibly have a kind child?
The next second, Duan Chengshan's gaze swept over Cong Chun, his brows furrowing slightly. The man, who had held a high position for many years, exuded a strong sense of oppression.
Cong Chun pursed her lips, not daring to look him in the eye, while feeling a little guilty.
If only he had protected the camera and prevented Mr. Duan from seeing the photos inside.
Duan Chengshan instructed Steward Chen to release Duan Mingxiao from the room only when Duan Mingxiao was determined to stop playing with cars.
After that, Duan Chengshan would not allow Duan Mingxiao to be idle and aimless all day long.
I must join Yunlan Shuang's company to begin learning management.
Duan Mingxiao's mouth was covered, and six burly men carried him upstairs.
He was like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered; once it was butchered and stuffed with oranges, it could be offered as a sacrifice.
The young master was furious, his neck veins bulging and his face turning red with rage. He had lost face so badly in front of Chun Chun.
Why doesn't Duan Chengshan kill him?
These past two days, the Duan family has been unusually quiet, with a deathly atmosphere.
The servants were each doing their own thing.
Duan Mingxiao stayed quietly in his room and didn't cause any trouble.
However, the national racing championship in Jinghai City is coming, and it will be held for two days.
The time is from Saturday to Sunday the day after tomorrow.
On Saturday, the racers will participate in both training sessions and qualifying.
The qualifying round determines the starting grid order for the final race.
The driver who finishes first in qualifying will have the advantage of starting from pole position in the race.
The night before the match.
A window in a room on the second floor was quietly opened, and with a "click," a cloth rope with many knots was lowered down.
Duan Mingxiao lowered a short rope from the room window to the drainpipe next to it, and the young master then pulled on the rope and climbed down the drainpipe.
With two meters still above the ground, Duan Mingxiao jumped down and landed on the grass in the backyard.
A moment later, the young master straightened up with ease, patted the grass clippings off his shoulders, and whistled a cheerful tune.
Duan Mingxiao frowned and chuckled, brushing the messy strands of hair from his forehead behind his ears to reveal a smooth, full forehead, with his metallic brow bone gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
"You old bastard, just you wait."
"How does that song go again?"
"Time, time, time, man, no, time, time, time, chopsticks, I don't believe I can't outlast him."
The next second, the young master was startled and took a step back.
Duan Mingxiao almost fell into the backyard ditch, but fortunately Cong Chun caught him in time. Mengmeng, who was nearby, immediately wagged its tail and surrounded him.
Just now, Cong Chun and Mengmeng were squatting next to him watching him sing. Mengmeng was sticking out her tongue, and her drool was dripping all over the ground.
What are you doing here?
[This scared me to death! I thought that old man was so twisted that he even needed bodyguards to guard this place.]
Cong Chun blinked, her drooping eyes curving slightly even when she wasn't smiling, her clear pupils revealing a knowing look.
He knew the young master would do something tonight, so he came here specifically to wait.
Cong Chun had been feeling guilty about the camera incident these past few days, and he came over because he had something to give to Duan Mingxiao.
Unexpectedly, Mengmeng followed him when she saw him. Cong Chun was afraid of being discovered, so he tried to coax her with chicken legs, but he couldn't get rid of her.
After learning the reason, Duan Mingxiao was deeply moved.
[Chun really loves me too much. Sigh, it's a problem; being too clingy isn't a good thing either.]
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao borrowed Cong Chun's phone to call Ji Ruhui and asked him to come to the Duan family to pick him up immediately.
After all, Duan Mingxiao has nothing on him now; he has no money and no phone—everything has been confiscated.
They were practically beggars; they didn't even have a bowl to beg on the street.
Cong Chun was with Duan Mingxiao at the moment, and the two of them hid in a corner of the backyard, waiting for Ji Ruhui to call the Duan family.
He lowered his head, revealing a long, fair neck, his hair falling down and obscuring the emotions in Cong Chun's eyes. The boy spoke slowly.
"Young Master, I'm sorry."
"The camera you gave me was seen by the gentleman."
After listening, Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
She pulled him into her arms and reached out to ruffle the boy's soft hair.
Why apologize?
"Duan Chengshan already knew that I had gone out to play with cars these past few days."
"The camera is just an excuse for this old man. Ignore him."
"If he bullies you while I'm not home, tell Mengmeng to bite him."
Ah, if only time could slow down. Suddenly, I don't really want to leave.
As Duan Mingxiao spoke, his gaze fell on Mengmeng, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
"Good son."
Did you hear that?
[The stupid dog is disobedient; sell it off.]
Mengmeng barked twice in a flattering manner.
Cong Chun didn't really listen, because she was caught off guard and pulled into someone's arms. Her face was turned to the side, her ear pressed against Duan Mingxiao's chest, and she could almost feel the strong, smooth muscle lines on the man's body.
The moonlight was deep and the world was silent.
The strong heartbeat echoed in Cong Chun's ears through her thin clothes. She closed her eyes, and the cool scent of perfume spread to her nose.
The next second, Cong Chun heard Mengmeng's barking, came back to his senses, and remembered something.
He pushed Duan Mingxiao away.
After Duan Mingxiao noticed his actions, he frowned and was somewhat displeased, about to question him.
The next second, Cong Chun, who had been in his arms, handed him a small wallet with both hands.
The boy's slender fingers appeared even whiter against the backdrop of the dark blue homespun cloth wallet in front of him.
Cong Chun's eyes were bright, dazzling even in the pitch-black night. The normally noisy cicadas suddenly fell silent, and the wind stopped flowing.
Cong Chun's voice reached Duan Mingxiao's ears with perfect clarity, and he subconsciously curled his lips slightly, a genuine smile appearing on his face.
His eyes held an innocent, slightly naive look, untouched by the world.
"Young master, go and pursue your dreams."
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Mingxiao was stunned for a moment. A surge of excitement washed over him like a sudden tide, and he chuckled softly.
Duan Mingxiao restrained himself and stepped forward, holding the person tightly in his arms.
[Fool, even if I were poor, I wouldn't be a freeloader to my wife.]
The endless night gently enveloped the two of them.
Duan Mingxiao ultimately refused the money Cong Chun offered.
A few subtle emotions surfaced in Cong Chun's heart, but he was very happy.
The boy wrapped his arms around Duan Mingxiao's back.
Duan Mingxiao, see you next time.
I'm going to school now.
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