Chapter 73 On Durability
Ji Ruhui's collar was slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone through her pink floral shirt.
Immediately afterwards, the boy casually handed a dark blue cloth wallet to Duan Mingxiao, who was standing next to him.
"Ah Chan, is this yours?"
"I don't know when it got in my car."
"It was discovered when the servants were cleaning the inside of the car."
Ji Ruhui's tone was somewhat nonchalant and lazy, and the boy was also a bit hot. According to his opinion, this kind of weather should be spent in an air-conditioned room.
I should have had someone lock Yi Longtian in an air-conditioned room and beat him up.
Just thinking about Yi Longtian's appearance made Ji Ruhui, who was obsessed with looks, feel annoyed. How could someone with such a cool name look so ugly?
I should have asked them if they had a younger brother named "Nanhudi".
However, Ji Ruhui frowned and started to overthink again, wondering if the man she had just met was related to A-Can's girlfriend.
How could the two be so different? Could it be that a bad bamboo shoot can produce a good one, and his brother just happened to pick up the good one?
It has to be said that Ah Chan is quite lucky. He only broke his leg in the racing accident, and he also found a partner. It's a good deal, his luck is incredible.
It's worth noting that Ji Ruhui was also present when Duan Mingxiao's race car crashed into the edge of the track. He witnessed the horrific scene firsthand, and the car burst into flames within seconds.
Ji Ruhui almost thought Duan Mingxiao was dead, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Unfortunately, the Crown Prince's birth chart was incredibly strong; while others were earth, Duan Mingxiao was reinforced concrete.
Seeing that Duan Mingxiao only had a broken left leg and a slight burn on the hem of his racing suit, Ji Ruhui forced back her tears.
Moreover, Ji Ruhui's Aston Martin has indeed only been used by Duan Mingxiao recently.
This rustic cloth wallet clearly wasn't his; it didn't suit Ji Ruhui's taste, and it couldn't have just appeared out of thin air.
Duan Mingxiao extended his long, strong fingers and took it, his dark, narrow eyes falling on the small, dark blue wallet in front of him.
It was bulging inside and contained quite a bit of money.
Subconsciously, the scene from that night instantly flashed into Duan Mingxiao's mind.
That idiot probably slipped it into his pocket when he wasn't looking.
It's all my fault for being distracted by his sweet words back then; otherwise, Duan Mingxiao believes he would definitely have noticed.
As the young master thought this, the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up slightly.
Chun Chun went to the hospital for a checkup after getting injured. He felt heartbroken when he saw the numbers on the hospital bill, but he was willing to give her so much money.
However, the fact that the person who is most desperate for money is willing to give him his own money means that he is very important to Chun Chun.
Realizing this, Duan Mingxiao remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was overjoyed.
Feeling the rough fabric in my palm, the wallet in front of me has simple stitching, and you can tell at a glance that it has been hand-stitched.
The young master opened his wallet and put double the amount of money he had "returned" from Yi Longtian into it.
Then, Duan Mingxiao lifted his eyelids and parted his thin lips slightly.
"Oh right, where's what I asked for?"
Ji Ruhui's eyes were mysterious, his lips curled up wildly, and he unconsciously accelerated while gripping the steering wheel.
"We'll put you in the back seat."
"I'll give it to you when I get off the bus. Don't be in such a hurry, it's still on the bus."
Duan Mingxiao frowned, his tone laced with sarcasm.
"Are you sick in the head?"
"Your IQ just evaporated in the sun."
Ji Ruhui looked away, pursed her lips, and muttered to herself as if nothing was wrong.
"Indeed, no matter how scorching the sun is, it can't outshine your mouth, Young Master Duan."
You're cursing me now, but you'll be thanking me later. Tsk, you're an adult now.
However, Duan Mingxiao had very sensitive hearing, though his tone was slightly cold.
"Yeah, you're right. The sun really has no sense of right and wrong; it always seems to be shining on the most foolish people."
"When others get heatstroke from being in the sun too much, some people are just atavistic."
Ji Ruhui: ...Ah Can, I beg you, please let my brother go.
Duan Mingxiao carried a black bag tied in a tight knot as he took the elevator upstairs, feeling that something was amiss.
The eldest young master had previously sent a message to Ji Ruhui, asking him to bring some daily necessities along the way.
He will be staying in the dormitory during this period.
Of course, it wasn't to accompany anyone; it's just that he's never stayed in a dormitory before, and since there aren't many people around, most of them haven't returned to school these past few days.
The young master decided to experience staying at a hotel.
Duan Mingxiao stood at the door, first straightening his clothes, then taking out his phone and looking at his face in the black screen.
Perfect. Then he knocked on the dormitory door.
With a "click," the dormitory door opened, and a small head peeked out first.
Duan Mingxiao sometimes really felt that Cong Chun was like some kind of animal cub, always peeking his head out first whenever the door was opened.
He needs to correct this habit later. What if there are bad guys outside who might slam the door shut and get Chun Chun's head caught? That would be very dangerous.
After finishing breakfast, Cong Chun opened the window to let in some fresh air, filling the dormitory with the fresh scent of grass and trees.
He cleaned the dormitory very well, and the sunlight streaming in made it warm and cozy.
Have you had breakfast yet?
Cong Chun nodded, staring intently at Duan Mingxiao.
Why is that stupid Chun staring at me like that?
After a moment, Cong Chun added that he spoke slowly.
Those who lack patience might get annoyed, but Duan Mingxiao didn't find his speaking speed slow.
"Chive and tofu dumplings are delicious."
Duan Mingxiao unconsciously looked away, stopped talking, and simply raised a hand to rub his ear.
Turning around, the boy had a little white powder on his back.
Cong Chun stepped forward and patted the person's clothes, his slender fingertips getting a little stained.
He put it under his nose and smelled it; it was indeed flour.
When Duan Mingxiao was sixteen, he was abroad. Because his family did not support his hobby of cars, they gave him only the minimum living allowance.
At that time, Duan Mingxiao became a diving instructor. In order to save money to buy his own race car, the boy started to learn to cook.
Duan Mingxiao was not a rich young master who couldn't endure hardship.
Therefore, Duan Mingxiao can cook, and he cooks very well; his skills are almost at the level of someone who could open a restaurant.
Later, the boy bought that eight-times-used racing car, which was even older than Duan Mingxiao and had an outdated design. It is still in the Duan family's garage to this day.
Duan Mingxiao casually opened the black bag, preparing to rummage through its contents.
The next second, the boy's face flushed red, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly closed the bag.
[Damn it, you little brat! I told you to bring your personal items, not bedding.]
[They made my duvet cover into a "childhood cover"—they're out of their minds.]
[Next time we meet, I'll definitely twist your pig ears, you who can't understand human speech.]
Cong Chun tilted his head, staring at him with a strange expression. What's wrong with the young master?
"How are you?"
Duan Mingxiao laughed awkwardly a few times.
"Children shouldn't meddle in adult matters."
The next instant, Duan Mingxiao picked up the bag, his eyes revealing a hint of ruthlessness, and was about to throw it all into the trash can downstairs.
The bottom of the black plastic bag suddenly broke.
Suddenly, the contents inside cascaded down like a turbulent waterfall, spilling onto the floor.
Cong Chun subconsciously bent down, ready to help Duan Mingxiao pick up the things.
The next second, Cong Chun picked up a rectangular box from the ground, which looked like a cassette tape.
Cong Chun stared at the words on it, his delicate brows furrowed; he couldn't understand them.
The packaging on the box seemed to be written in a foreign language, but Cong Chun recognized a few of the words.
"Swimsuit boy... Peach... gave her virginity."
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun's face suddenly turned bright red, her cheeks like ripe persimmons.
She looked up and met Duan Mingxiao's gaze.
Inside the dormitory, two boys with flushed faces looked at each other, neither of them saying a word.
After a moment, Cong Chun spoke first, her beautiful lips opening and closing as she softly uttered a word.
Duan Mingxiao's face was originally unpleasant, but upon hearing Cong Chun's "pervert," he inexplicably became "angry and ashamed."
My lifelong reputation is utterly ruined.
[You little brat, just you wait.]
The boy glared at Cong Chun through gritted teeth, like a vicious wolf ready to tear him apart and devour him.
"So what if I'm a pervert?"
"This isn't normal. If you want, pick a few and take them yourself."
Cong Chun's ears were so red they were practically bleeding. If his grandmother knew he was watching these things, she would definitely beat him to death.
Suddenly, the knowledge I learned in biology class came to mind.
Cong Chun's gaze fell on the mountain of discs piled on the ground, and he spoke cautiously.
"Watching too much of this is actually bad for your health."
"Young Master, you should look at less of that. You could look at more green things instead."
Duan Mingxiao waved the disc in his hand, which showed a boy in a blue swimsuit. He chuckled and raised an eyebrow.
He then leaned down, and a seductive, low-pitched voice rang in Cong Chun's ear, sending a tingling sensation through her.
The necklaces hanging around their necks clinked together, making a soft sound.
"Don't you know best whether I'm in good health or whether I can last?"
[Speaking of my stamina, even the old ox of Chunchun Village would have to offer me a cigarette.]
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