Chapter 86 Pretending to be Cute
[That's a really strong grip. Luckily, Chun Chun pinched her from behind, not the front.]
If you continue to be so willful, you'll lose all happiness for the rest of your life.
Duan Mingxiao hugged the person with great satisfaction. He had been missing Cong Chun these past few days, really missing her terribly.
His family didn't support him becoming a race car driver, and setting up a racing team would require a huge financial investment, as each team has its own sponsors.
Duan Mingxiao had to find his own way, so he started making money and investing on his own.
The young master has recently taken on many exhibition races in the racing world. These exhibition races are commercial in nature, and the drivers only need to go on the track to show off some fancy skills.
Duan Mingxiao is a champion driver with a great reputation, and his appearance fee is not low.
Ji Ruhui was also surprised when he found out. He didn't expect his brother to be serious. Duan Mingxiao wanted to form a racing team and enter the fiercely competitive international racing scene. Without the support of the Duan family, it was as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Duan Mingxiao's goal has always been to win the highest honor in the world championships, and it was not just a casual remark.
Duan Mingxiao didn't feel ashamed at all about earning money as a performance racer through his own skills.
The illustrious family background belongs to the parents. Although Duan Mingxiao is the only son in the family, he is ambitious and always has high aspirations.
The Duan family was not a traditional wealthy family. Duan Chengshan was also a child from an ordinary family. He was ambitious and courageous, and with the added luck of a tiger with wings, he created the Duan family as it is today in that era.
Duan Chengshan surpassed many established wealthy family heirs in Jinghai to become the president of the Jinghai Chamber of Commerce.
He was determined to venture out and make his own way in the world; his ambitions were even greater than Duan Chengshan's.
Duan Mingxiao is arrogant and thinks he was born to be number one, and by a wide margin.
This was his own ambition, but there are always unexpected things, such as in front of someone he likes.
Duan Mingxiao didn't want Cong Chun to know about this, perhaps because he was afraid she would worry and then foolishly hand him a bank card later.
Or perhaps it was because, in front of the person he liked, this proud young master always had some pride and wanted to show his best side to Cong Chun.
But Cong Chun was unaware of all this.
In the past, the young master's thoughts were always a jumbled mess, and Chun didn't really care. But today, he was inexplicably angry.
Perhaps Guan Ran and the young master knew each other, but Duan Mingxiao didn't tell him.
It's also possible that Cong Chun became somewhat "angry and embarrassed" after the secret in his sketchbook was discovered.
Because Duan Mingxiao wouldn't let go, Cong Chun raised her hand again and pinched the other side.
Cong Chun has a strong grip; he might leave bruises.
If Duan Mingxiao hadn't possessed extraordinary patience, he definitely would have cried out.
The next second, the young master grabbed Cong Chun's unruly hands with one hand, his palm burning hot, showing no sign of compromise.
They easily encircled both of Cong Chun's wrists.
Those kisses before were like a test and collision of two souls, as light as a feather.
Now, the boy was trying to restrain himself, but he couldn't hold back any longer. Duan Mingxiao lowered his head and nibbled at Cong Chun's soft lips. The kiss came suddenly and fiercely, like a humid and sultry downpour, with a hint of punishment.
I don't know how much time passed, but my breathing gradually became steady.
Under the warm moonlight, after a moment, the two looked at each other and then naturally looked away.
Duan Mingxiao remembered what he had just done, and the young master's ears turned slightly red, which was particularly noticeable in the moonlight.
The young master hung his head, staring at the floor, his tone somewhat pitiful.
"sorry."
Seeing Duan Mingxiao's flustered expression, Cong Chun recalled what the two of them had just done, and her lips still felt a little sore.
The boy, his cheeks slightly flushed, looked away and glanced to the side.
After a moment, Cong Chun spoke, but only in a soft voice.
"It doesn't matter."
It was a very soft sound, which would soon dissipate in the breeze.
As soon as they finished speaking, the two looked up and simultaneously turned to look at each other.
Suddenly he laughed. Duan Mingxiao laughed heartily, his narrow eyes full of amusement. He was born with ADHD. The young master held Cong Chun's hand and swayed back and forth in place.
Cong Chun's lips unconsciously curved into a faint smile. A gentle breeze blew, and his drooping dog-like eyes revealed a hint of tenderness. He unconsciously looked up at Duan Mingxiao, his eyes filled with an almost imperceptible sense of tolerance.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao raised his hand and cupped Cong Chun's face in front of him, his rough fingertips brushing against his earlobe unintentionally.
The young master's tone was stubborn.
"You can beat me up anywhere you want from now on, and I will absolutely not fight back."
"But you have to promise me one thing: you can only kiss me."
After a moment, Duan Mingxiao still seemed to feel it wasn't perfect enough, and he added two sentences in a low voice.
"And if you're unhappy in the future, please tell me, okay?"
"This young master can reluctantly pretend to be cute to make you happy."
[Hmph, with my sincerity, this idiot will surely be very touched.]
A hint of doubt flickered in Cong Chun's eyes.
"Acting cute?"
Duan Mingxiao was not surprised by Cong Chun's reaction.
[Shouldn't this silly Chun be moved to tears and hug me? Why isn't this what I expected?]
Duan Mingxiao snorted coldly, his dark, narrow eyes fixed on Cong Chun.
"Do you think it's easy to act cute?"
This young master only acts cute towards those he likes; he's indifferent to everyone else.
As soon as he finished speaking, the young master crossed his arms and lowered his eyes to secretly observe Cong Chun's reaction.
Cong Chun was genuinely amused. The boy chuckled softly but didn't say anything.
A moment later, Cong Chun simply stepped forward and hugged Duan Mingxiao.
Actually, even if the young master doesn't pretend to be cute, he also thinks the other person is very cute.
Cong Chun silently thought to himself, "I'm sorry, young master. I can hug you, but I'm not a good actor and I can't fake being moved to tears."
Duan Mingxiao stared at the obedient crown of the boy's hair in his arms, and silently hugged him back.
The next second, the young master tilted his chin at a 45-degree angle and looked up at the moon, his mouth practically stretched to the sky.
With just a little bit of charm, it's only natural that someone would fall for me.
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