Chapter 8 Little Mudbag Tempts Me Again
As dusk fell, the lights in the Duan family's house shone like daytime. When the young master of the Ji family came during the day, most of the Duan family's servants were still busy in the front hall.
However, after dinner that evening, all the servants of the Duan family gathered in the front hall, where Butler Chen gave them instructions on what to do that night and the next.
Because the Duan family's matriarch, Yun Lanshuang, is returning from abroad. Yun Lanshuang is the eldest daughter of the Yun family in Xinhang City and the chairman of the top luxury brand "Rime".
Tomorrow, Duan Chengshan, the patriarch of the Duan family, will also return to the Duan family's old residence, so Butler Chen is planning a family dinner to welcome him back.
Cong Chun was also assigned by Steward Chen to clean the swimming pool in the backyard. After Duan Mingxiao had splattered fish food on the pool at noon, Steward Chen had already instructed the servants to drain the water and clean it. This time, Cong Chun was simply asked to check it again, since Yun Lan Shuang frequently used the swimming pool.
Cong Chun carried some cleaning tools toward the Duan family's backyard. He thought he might be able to find a handkerchief while cleaning. Although the handkerchief was issued by Butler Chen, it was still new. He had used it to wipe the young master's hands, and it could still be used after washing it.
However, Cong Chun did not find her handkerchief in the backyard, but instead saw Duan Mingxiao again.
The man's tall figure disappeared into the night. Duan Mingxiao seemed to be on the phone with someone, his face extremely grim.
Immediately afterward, he noticed light footsteps behind him, and Duan Mingxiao promptly hung up the phone.
The boy frowned, turned around and was about to start cursing when Duan Mingxiao turned around and found that the person who came was Cong Chun. Under the light, the boy was holding a broom and a garbage bag and staring blankly at him, with a few strands of hair sticking up on his head.
Duan Mingxiao didn't know why, but the pent-up frustration in his heart dissipated slightly, though his tone was somewhat stiff and hoarse.
What are you doing here?
Duan Mingxiao's tone wasn't exactly friendly, but even in the deep of night, Cong Chun noticed that his face was gloomy, like a lump of ink.
"Young Master, Butler Chen asked me to come and clean the pool."
Cong Chun could only obediently reply.
"Don't worry about that. You're my nanny, not his. From now on, you just need to listen to me."
As soon as Duan Mingxiao finished speaking, he saw a hint of helplessness flash in Cong Chun's eyes. The boy, leaning on his crutch, walked to the door and casually uttered a sentence as he passed by Cong Chun.
"Come with me, I'll help you take a bath later."
Inside the bathroom, Cong Chun was studying how to use this high-end bathtub.
In the countryside, bathing is mostly done in an open-air bathing shed. Cong Chun first boils water in an iron pot, then transfers it to an iron basin, and then moves it to the open-air bathing shed.
Usually, after Cong Chun takes a shower, small red bumps from mosquito bites will appear on her body.
Cong Chun also used a shower head; when he was in school, the public bathhouse in the town's school used shower heads.
However, Cong Chun had not used the bathtub yet. He carefully examined the bathtub and found that it had a water outlet but no buttons next to it.
After studying it for a few minutes without success, Duan Mingxiao appeared at the bathroom door to look at him.
The boy's eyes were unfathomable, his long, narrow eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at Cong Chun's upper body as she leaned into the bathtub and her round, protruding buttocks, and he couldn't help but purse his thin lips.
"Trying to seduce me again? Hmph, too bad I've seen plenty of that kind of trick."
Over the years, hundreds, if not thousands, of people have thrown themselves at him, including a number of boys.
Unfortunately, Duan Mingxiao considers himself to be sexually normal. Even if he currently feels that his partner is just a burden, he wouldn't like this country bumpkin.
"Stupid Chun, why did it take you so long to run me some hot water?"
Cong Chun was a little nervous; beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, and he unconsciously pinched the space between his thumb and index finger.
He had been looking for the switch for a long time but couldn't find it. He was afraid that Duan Mingxiao would fire him because of his clumsiness, since he really needed the job right now.
"Young master, how do I fill this bathtub? I'm sorry, I've never used one before."
Duan Mingxiao was clearly taken aback when he heard Cong Chun's question.
Immediately afterwards, a hint of a smile appeared in Duan Mingxiao's dark eyes.
"Voice-activated."
"You tell it to release water, and it will do so automatically."
Cong Chun, who was standing to the side, had never imagined that the bathtub had evolved to such an advanced level. He nodded and turned to look at the bathtub behind him.
"Hello, bathtub, could you please fill it with hot water?"
However, the bathtub remained still and did not react at all.
Cong Chun asked the question several more times.
"Hello, Mr. Bathtub?"
"Can we turn on the water?" But nothing changed.
Cong Chun was completely dumbfounded and looked to Duan Mingxiao for help.
"Young master, this...this bathtub is not behaving."
A pair of droopy dog eyes, just like a little puppy, with drooping ears and a pitiful look.
Duan Mingxiao kept one hand behind his back the whole time, barely suppressing his laughter.
The next second, the boy took out a remote control from behind his back.
Haha, Chun Chun is totally dumbfounded now.
"Just kidding, the remote is here, here you go."
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Mingxiao tossed the bathtub controller to Cong Chun.
Cong Chun quickly caught it, and only then did he realize what had happened. He was a little angry and felt sullen.
I finished running the hot water in a depressed mood.
After draining the water, Cong Chun lightly brushed his fingertips across the surface, only to be scalded so much that he immediately pulled them back.
Hot water at 43 degrees Celsius is close to body temperature, which should be just right for the young master.
When one of the young masters lifted half a leg into the bathtub, he was scalded and nearly fell flat on his face.
[Damn it, is Stupid Chun trying to scald me to death? Even when butchering a pig, they don't use water this hot!]
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