Chapter 98 The Mischievous Demon King
The Baroque Western restaurant is decorated in a high-end style, with cool colors as the main theme.
A faint, cool fragrance permeated the air indoors, jazz piano music flowed gently through the air, and vibrant roses were arranged in a transparent glass vase.
At noon, the wind chimes at the restaurant entrance rang continuously, and a number of customers came in one after another. The restaurant's kitchen was much busier than in the morning. The young master was playing games on the sofa in Manager Wang's break room.
Duan Mingxiao sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his collar slightly open to reveal his smooth collarbone, and his relaxed expression made him look very leisurely.
She wore a limited-edition silver bracelet from Giorgio Armani on her wrist, her knuckles were long and strong, and the veins on the back of her hand were prominent.
Duan Mingxiao wanted to pull Cong Chun in to rest, preferably to sit on his lap, so he could easily watch him play games.
But Cong Chun, that old-fashioned guy, refused, and Duan Mingxiao couldn't do anything about it.
Cong Chun wore a dark-colored half-length apron around his waist, which accentuated his slender waist. His upright posture was like a straight green bamboo, and just standing there was enough to make people feel good.
With his long, slender fingers, Cong Chun carried the white porcelain plate steadily and quickly delivered the dish to the innermost private room, 203, in the Western restaurant.
The door was pushed open, making a slight noise, and the person inside instinctively looked towards the doorway.
Du Zelong was also there, sitting in the outermost seat chatting with his romantic interest.
It seems that Du Zelong had been suppressing his true nature for too long during his studies, and after entering university, he began to unleash his true self.
After attending the social gathering, he went back to his dorm to play video games that night. He recently met a girl at the gathering who he really liked. She was petite and cute, with a pretty face and a sweet voice.
Du Zelong is a local of Jinghai and an only child. He can afford to buy luxury goods if he grits his teeth.
Therefore, he spent some money on the girl, which was quite generous. The girl accepted the gift and was also interested in getting to know him better.
So the couples who met at the social gathering today, who were now flirting with each other, decided to have dinner at this newly opened upscale Western restaurant near Yenching University.
However, it was such a coincidence that the two of them met.
Du Zelong squinted, a shrewd glint in his eyes, and his most frequent saying was, "I'm different from everyone else."
The next second, Du Zelong caught a glimpse of a familiar figure at the door out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of mockery, starting to speak sarcastically.
"Oh my, our great painter."
"What, you've come here to be a waiter now?"
During this time, Du Zelong found fault with Cong Chun in every way in the dormitory. Shi Yu had already moved out of the dormitory and was said to be going abroad to study.
Now there are only three of them left in the dormitory. When Cong Chun comes back at night, he either draws, fiddles with his computer, or lies on the table looking through books he borrowed from the library.
Guan Ran goes to the gym every night, and when she comes back, she acts like she doesn't exist, only talking to Cong Chun. Du Zelong has been feeling uneasy in the dormitory these past few days.
Inside the private room, Cong Chun ignored him, so he pretended not to hear Du Zelong speak.
Grandma told him not to listen to what the turtle was saying.
Cong Chun placed the plate steadily on the table and was about to leave the private room when...
Du Zelong frowned. Seeing that Cong Chun ignored him and made him lose face in front of his ambiguous partner, Du Zelong felt a surge of anger for no reason.
Du Zelong, a poor country bumpkin, was incredibly jealous whenever he thought about how a girl had asked him for Cong Chun's contact information.
Du Zelong suddenly stood up, slammed his hand on the table, making a loud noise, and shouted at Cong Chun in front of him.
"With this kind of service attitude!"
"Who is the supervisor here? I'm going to file a complaint against you."
Cong Chun paused, his pupils dilated slightly, and he couldn't help but purse his lips.
Who should we complain about? Should we complain about him?
But he didn't do anything wrong, did he?
It shouldn't be a complaint against him.
Cong Chun stared quietly at Du Zelong, her tone gentle, her dark, bright eyes fixed on the boy.
Cong Chun's calm expression contrasted sharply with Du Zelong's fierce face.
He spoke to Du Zelong.
"Who do you want to complain about? I'll talk to my supervisor later."
Upon seeing Cong Chun's attitude, Du Zelong felt as if a lump of resentment was stuck in his throat, making him furious.
Du Zelong opened his lips, his tone revealing a hint of malice.
"Damn, are you brain-dead or something?"
The next second, a tall and upright figure stood behind Cong Chun.
Duan Mingxiao's eyes were gloomy. The young master's gaze swept over the private room, and he spoke in a carefree tone.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao's gaze shifted downwards, the Crown Prince's eyes revealing a hint of mockery as he casually put his hands in his pockets.
"Oh, so the person is here. Why does he look like he's been compressed?"
"Each of their facial features is unique, quite individualistic."
Du Zelong's face was ashen, his teeth clenched, and he glared at the two men in front of him.
The young master put one hand on Cong Chun's shoulder, shielding the boy behind him.
[You idiot, how dare you insult my people? You're asking for death.]
Duan Mingxiao has deep-set features and upturned eyes, giving him an air of arrogance and unruliness.
Even though the boy was wearing the uniform, he didn't look like a waiter here.
Du Zelong spoke up, unconvinced.
"Idiot, who are you calling an idiot?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Duan Mingxiao strode forward. Before anyone in the private room could react, Du Zelong, in particular, couldn't help but shiver.
A hint of mischief flashed in the young master's eyes as he directly smothered a plate of Italian beef ramen on Du Ze's head.
The force was so great that the smooth white porcelain plate shattered into pieces.
Immediately, screams erupted from the scene, and people scattered like birds and beasts.
Duan Mingxiao curled his lips into a smile, his eyebrows slightly raised, looking down at him.
A hint of mischief flashed in the boy's eyes, and he spoke in a casual tone.
"This young master will treat you to noodles."
"Oh, you're welcome."
Du Zelong looked disheveled, his head covered in spaghetti, which was greasy and tangled with his hair.
Du Zelong stared wide-eyed at Duan Mingxiao, his anger barely contained.
"Damn it, who the hell are you?"
"How dare you lay a hand on me! I'll kill you today!"
Du Zelong lunged at him, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws.
Duan Mingxiao chuckled and slowly looked at the "mop" in front of him.
"I am your ancestor."
"No, how could someone surnamed Duan have such a brain-dead idiot like you?"
Du Zelong lost face in front of his ambiguous romantic interest, and his anger continued to rise.
The boy raised his fist and, without hesitation, aimed it at Duan Mingxiao's face.
The next second, the young master easily intercepted her, twisted her back, and pressed her arm down onto the table.
In front of him was a hot porcelain plate of steak that had just been grilled in the kitchen, only a few centimeters away from Du Zelong's face.
"I...do...apologize."
The young master's tone was indifferent, even somewhat slow, like the death knell before a slow, agonizing death.
Du Zelong struggled desperately, but a force pressed down on him from behind, making him unable to move.
Feeling the relentless, scorching heat on his cheeks, the boy closed his eyes and spoke in fear, his head covered in filthy spaghetti and beef sauce.
"No...no...I apologize."
Duan Mingxiao chuckled, just as Du Zelong thought the other party was going to let him go.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao's well-defined fingers, with bulging veins, ruthlessly pressed Du Zelong's face onto the porcelain plate.
"I'll give you a beautiful tattoo on your face."
Du Zelong's face was pressed against the steak plate, and the man let out a terrible scream.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao grabbed Du Zelong by the back of his collar and lifted him up again, marveling at the sight.
"It's really ugly."
There seemed to be a faint aroma of meat in the air of the private room.
When Manager Wang arrived at the private room, the sky had fallen.
The table was a mess, and Du Zelong was rolling on the floor, covering half his face.
However, the young master's long, dark eyes held a hint of a smile as he stared intently at him.
Manager Wang felt a chill run down his spine and awkwardly forced a smile at Duan Mingxiao.
Your Highness, you can mess with him, but please don't mess with me.
Cong Chun stared at Du Zelong, who was rolling on the ground, then turned to Duan Mingxiao beside him and asked, puzzled, his tone somewhat confused.
"Young Master, why did you attack him?"
Duan Mingxiao chuckled and glanced at him sideways, his tone revealing a hint of pleasure and arrogance.
"I don't like him."
"Too ugly, an eyesore."
【That silly little Chun.】
Anyone who bullies you will be killed by me.
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