Chapter 91 Looks Like My Wife
The temperature on the day of the art exhibition was not as hot as it was during the military training a few days earlier.
Last night, there was a light rain, and the paving stones on both sides of the sidewalk still had water stains, which were gradually darkening in color and were wet.
Lu Tinglan arranged to meet Cong Chunxian at a coffee shop a few days ago.
Cong Chun was wearing the clothes that Duan Mingxiao had bought for him before. The white shirt was simple in style, but the fabric was breathable and comfortable.
The shoes he was wearing were the fifty-yuan sneakers that his grandmother had bought for him at great expense.
With light steps, the boy, carrying a clean gift bag, walked into the coffee shop, which looked simply upscale.
The coffee shop's entrance door was a circular, rotating door, and Cong Chun looked up curiously at it.
This scene, however, was witnessed by the man, Lu Tinglan, who was sitting by the window.
Seeing the curious look in Cong Chun's eyes, the man's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.
In Lu Tinglan's eyes, Cong Chun was like a cat, curious about everything, wanting to touch and explore anything new and interesting.
There was a cup of coffee and a glass of milk on the table, because Cong Chun was allergic to coffee.
On the other side of the street, a silver-gray Aston Martin was parked. The windows were one-way, so passersby could not see inside the car.
Inside the car, Duan Mingxiao pressed his entire face against the window, staring intently at the two people in the coffee shop.
Once Cong Chun was safely seated, the two in the coffee shop began to have a formal conversation.
Duan Mingxiao muttered to himself.
"What are you two talking about, you stupid spring and you pervert?"
The young master wished he had super hearing right now.
Duan Mingxiao would normally disdain eavesdropping, but how could he not be anxious when his carefully nurtured little cabbage was about to be stolen?
Seeing Duan Mingxiao's appearance, Ji Ruhui raised an eyebrow and clicked her tongue in amazement.
"Ah-Can, why did you call me out?"
"Let me state upfront that I do not do anything dishonest or underhanded."
The next second, Duan Mingxiao took out a small pair of binoculars from his bag, and the young master stared intently at the two people not far away through the binoculars.
Seeing the two chatting and laughing in his field of vision, Duan Mingxiao was so angry that his teeth itched. He raised his hand and slashed Ji Ruhui on the head.
Ji Ruhui covered her head, feeling somewhat aggrieved.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao saw Lu Tinglan feed Cong Chun a spoonful of mousse cake. Duan Mingxiao's head seemed to be filled with a steam train, and he uttered wild words.
"Beep beep beep—(swear words muted)"
"Child, come here and keep a close eye on those two."
"Report to me if their lips get within five meters of each other later."
"I'll rush up and tear that freak Lu Tinglan apart with my bare hands."
Upon hearing this, Ji Ruhui trembled in the car, begging Ah Can not to tear him apart later as a practice.
However, their lips were five meters apart, which is a bit too exaggerated. This is just normal social distance. Ah-chan is sometimes too sensitive.
Moreover, the two of them were already a meter apart, sitting face to face.
Cong Chun was caught off guard by Lu Tinglan's feeding, and he hadn't recovered yet.
The spoon, still sticky with cake, was pressed against Cong Chun's lips.
The sweet aroma of mousse cake filled Cong Chun's nostrils, and his mouth involuntarily opened.
Even now, the sweet taste and the silky smoothness of the cheese still linger in Cong Chun's mouth.
He didn't understand why Lu Tinglan wanted to feed him. Cong Chun wasn't an ox; he had hands and could eat by himself, although an ox could also eat grass by itself.
Lu Tinglan, sitting across the table, rested his chin on one hand, his well-defined knuckles perfectly matching his face.
The man's eyebrows curved into a smile, and he handed over another spoonful with his other hand. His long, narrow eyes fell on Cong Chun without making a sound, and his tone was gentle.
"I can't try it because of my health."
"Could you please try it for me, Xiaochun?"
Cong Chun's eyes revealed a hint of worry, as if he wanted to ask Lu Tinglan about her health.
Lu Tinglan saw it at a glance, and the man chuckled softly, his tone composed.
"Don't worry, it's an old problem."
"You pervert, you're just playing the coward."
A loud shout came from inside the car, and Duan Mingxiao smashed the car window a few times with his binoculars.
Ji Ruhui huddled in a corner to the side.
Bro, just don't smash my car window, you can smash it however you want.
That night, Duan Mingxiao couldn't sleep after returning home. The young master tossed and turned in bed for a long time because he was worried that Cong Chun would be deceived and bullied by others.
Cong Chun is too naive; he might even help the other person count the money after being scammed.
It was late at night when the young master finally managed to fall asleep.
Duan Mingxiao had a dream.
In her dream, Cong Chun was swindled out of all her possessions.
The boy was wearing only a cropped shirt that exposed his midriff and black shorts, revealing a pair of long, shapely legs.
Cong Chun's eyes were slightly red, as soft as jade soaked in water. She pitifully hugged her own leg, begging for forgiveness.
Cong Chun even climbed onto the young master's shoulder, sat in Duan Mingxiao's lap, and tried to kiss him.
Although Duan Mingxiao was angry that Cong Chun had been deceived by bad people because she didn't listen to him, the boy still quietly waited for the kiss to fall.
Little did he know, Duan Mingxiao woke up the next second, and his beautiful dream was shattered.
Enraged, the young master finally raised his fist and hit himself on the head several times.
Lu Tinglan is a very cunning person; his mind is more scheming than the holes in a honeycomb briquette.
The tactics are like Russian nesting dolls, one doll inside another, one after another.
Heh, but that doesn't work against Duan Mingxiao.
Don't you even know who he is?
He was intelligent, brave, and strong; he envied himself.
However, Cong Chun, this simple and honest boy from the countryside, was no match for Lu Tinglan.
Duan Mingxiao would absolutely not allow the two of them to engage in any overly intimate behavior under his nose.
Therefore, today the young master and Ji Ruhui specially disguised themselves to protect the simple and honest Cong Chun.
At this moment, Duan Mingxiao was wearing sunglasses and had a fake mustache on his chin.
Ji Ruhui was wearing a student-style wig, which made the boy look somewhat comical.
The two followed Cong Chun all the way from his dormitory to where he was now, before finally parking their car on the side of the road.
If Cong Chun, that radish, were to be devoured by Lu Tinglan, that stinky bug, Duan Mingxiao would absolutely go crazy.
About ten minutes later, the two people in the coffee shop finally got up and went into the art exhibition next door.
Duan Mingxiao and Ji Ruhui immediately got out of the car and followed closely behind the two.
The young master's gaze fell on the large poster at the entrance of the art exhibition, and he grumbled and cursed.
"You old geezer, what kind of art exhibition are you holding?"
"That tattered painting can keep thieves away by hanging it at the door; it's more effective than a dog."
Cong Chun stopped in his tracks, and a familiar voice reached his ears. Although it was faint, he keenly caught it.
The boy turned his head and saw Duan Mingxiao, who was wearing sunglasses and had a fake beard on his chin, not far away. His tone revealed a hint of excitement. Cong Chun's eyes were bright, and he waved to Duan Mingxiao.
"Young Master, what brings you here?"
Duan Mingxiao originally wanted to hide, but when he saw Lu Tinglan's surprised look and heard Cong Chun's question, the young master's rebellious mentality came up in an instant.
What do you mean by "also"? Can't this young master come by himself?
Only childish fools need company.
Duan Mingxiao stood still, and Ji Ruhui couldn't move him at all.
The young master chuckled, sighed helplessly, and said to Cong Chun with a slight smile.
"Who are you? I don't know you."
"But you do look a lot like my wife."
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