Chapter 57 Don’t look at anything inappropriate
After the two watched the video.
Cong Chun led Rou Tuan to his room. Rou Tuan had just said he was very tired, and now he was panting after walking only a few steps and wanted to lie down on the bed to rest.
RouTuan is seven years old this year, and judging from his physique, he is very much loved by his family.
Cong Chun's gaze fell on the fleshy boy, whose white shirt collar had a red bow tied around his neck.
The buttons on her shirt were taut outwards, like a balloon about to burst, and the skin on her stomach was faintly visible.
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then dared not utter a sound.
She could only take the child to her own room and prepare to let him sleep in her own bed.
However, when Rou Tuan entered Cong Chun's room, his attention was drawn to the unfinished racing car model on the table.
The little meatball immediately leaned against the table and couldn't resist reaching out its chubby hand to touch it.
Because that car model in the shop window, priced at 50,000, was just too expensive.
Cong Chun, a poor student, simply cannot afford it.
So Cong Chun ordered some basic woodworking tools from Duopinpin, all of which were miniature versions.
Following his design, Cong Chun cut the wood into blocks and pieces of different shapes and sizes.
Cong Chun was very skilled at these tasks. In the countryside, cooking in a kitchen involves a stove and a pot, which requires firewood.
After school, Xiao Congchun would help his grandfather chop firewood, and he chopped it quickly and well.
With the assembly parts in hand, Cong Chun then assembled the car according to his own racing car model design drawings.
Cong Chun spent more than a week preparing and drawing this design. He even went online to learn about racing and engine working principles.
Once the racing car model is assembled and the battery is installed, it can run on the ground.
Cong Chun assembles a little bit every day so that he can give it to the young master on his birthday.
He used to hide the parts after assembling them each day, but he woke up early this morning and found that the young master had already left.
So Cong Chun took it out and pieced it together for a while, but then forgot to take it back.
Now the meatball has seen it.
The meatball's gaze fell on Cong Chun's racing car model, which was already taking shape, and it couldn't put it down.
The boy then turned his head to look at Cong Chun, his tone somewhat hesitant.
"After I finish assembling it, can I...can I pay you to buy it?"
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then patted his head, his palm softly touching the obedient strands of hair.
"No, this is a birthday present for a friend."
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun pulled out a small car model he had practiced with from the toolbox. It was much smaller than the model he was going to give to Duan Mingxiao, only about the size of a palm.
However, this one was already colored. Cong Chun handed the meatball in front of him and smiled kindly at the child.
"If you don't mind, you can have this."
Although RouTuan was a little disappointed, he still politely accepted the toy car that Cong Chun gave him with both hands, and he still liked it.
She hugged Cong Chun's leg and said thank you sweetly.
The backyard of the Duan family's old house.
A boy with mixed features suddenly appeared in front of Duan Mingxiao. He was wearing a moon-white shirt, his hair was carefully styled, and he had a slender figure. However, upon closer inspection, the proportions of his facial features were somewhat uncoordinated and stiff.
Duan Mingxiao remained expressionless, with an arrogant and aloof demeanor. Why did his mother call him over?
He doesn't like afternoon tea.
Ji Ruhui, standing to the side, sighed inwardly that things were not going well.
Isn't this Shi Yu, the young master of the Shi family who kept bothering Ah Can?
She staged a scene to dirty Young Master Duan's shoes in order to get the young master's attention, but was kicked away by Duan Mingxiao without any mercy.
The reason Duan Mingxiao was summoned here was because Shi Yu's mother knew that her beloved youngest son had feelings for the eldest son of the Duan family.
Madam Shi intended to bring the two of them together.
Madam Shi and Yun Lan were college classmates and used to have a good relationship.
However, since Yun Lanshuang left Xingang City to develop her career in Jinghai, the two haven't seen each other much, and their relationship has faded.
In front of so many people, Madam Shi mentioned several times that she wanted to see her son, saying that she hadn't seen him for several years and wanted to express her concern as an elder and see how much Duan Mingxiao had grown up.
Yun Lanshuang knew what kind of person her son was, and she was afraid that Duan Mingxiao might say something he shouldn't have, making Madam Shi lose face.
However, a group of noble ladies chimed in, saying they wanted to see Duan Mingxiao, so Yun Lanshuang had no choice but to have her servants call Duan Mingxiao over.
As expected, the young master's face darkened as soon as he arrived, as if everyone present owed him money.
Duan Mingxiao frowned; the various perfume scents mixed together smelled terrible.
Immediately afterwards, the boy spoke calmly, his tone indifferent.
"What's the matter?"
Madam Shi, who was standing to the side, spoke first.
"I never imagined you'd grown so much, Mingxiao."
"Your auntie thinks you're getting more and more handsome."
Duan Mingxiao rolled his eyes in front of everyone, saying that it was all just a bunch of nonsense.
The young master didn't say a word, but Madam Shi's face immediately turned ashen.
At this moment, Shi Yu, whose cheeks were flushed, mustered up his courage and prepared to talk to Duan Mingxiao.
Before he could even speak, Duan Mingxiao coldly interrupted him, never once glancing at Shi Yu.
"I'm very busy, so don't call me for such trivial things in the future."
The young master simply turned his back, leaving everyone to see only the back of his head.
Being summoned to be observed like a monkey, Duan Mingxiao's face turned very ugly, and he was in a terrible mood.
Ji Ruhui followed behind the boy and watched the commotion. Now, she was also a bit gossipy and spoke up.
"Ah Chan, do you want to be in a relationship?"
Duan Mingxiao's gaze lingered on Ji Ruhui, glancing at him with utter disdain.
The young master ignored him, asking what a stupid question.
"You, I refuse."
His voice was low and tinged with mockery.
Ji Ruhui was speechless. She sighed and began to recount her love story with a sorrowful expression.
"Ah Chan, you know how I felt when I was heartbroken."
"I took off my shirt in the downpour, revealing my muscular abs. I was playing basketball in the rain and made all five of my shots. All the girls in the school came to watch."
"It was absolutely insane."
Duan Mingxiao chuckled, but his eyes were cold.
"If you're sick, go get treatment."
Ji Ruhui sighed and said it was boring, Ah Can was extremely dull.
Immediately afterwards, Young Master Ji, who loved watching the drama unfold, changed the subject.
"Do you have feelings for Shi Yu? After all, he's quite handsome."
Duan Mingxiao lazily raised his eyes and glanced at Ji Ruhui, then chuckled.
"Low taste".
Why should I like a face that's been surgically enhanced?
Ji Ruhui raised an eyebrow.
"Ah Chan, you can even tell if someone has had plastic surgery?"
"Tsk tsk. You have a sharp eye, I admire you."
The next second, the young master's gaze fell on Ji Ruhui's face.
"I also know that your face can't be surgically altered."
"There is no chance of saving them unless they are beheaded."
Ji Ruhui: ...He's all natural, okay?
"So what do you think of your nanny? Do you ever feel like you're being electrocuted when you're with her?"
At this moment, Duan Mingxiao's expression changed noticeably; he curled the corners of his lips and spoke in a nonchalant tone.
"Who's like you, whose mind is always filled with romance and love? Don't you understand that career comes first?"
"Hehe, this young master is not love-struck."
Ji Ruhui sighed a few times.
"Really?"
Not far away, Cong Chun, holding Rou Tuan's hand, kept his eyes on Duan Mingxiao without saying a word.
Duan Mingxiao was very perceptive and subconsciously noticed the gazes fixed on him.
Upon raising his eyes and seeing the familiar figure, a rare hint of guilt flashed in the young master's narrow eyes.
【We're doomed, it's all that brat's fault.】
Just now, RouTuan insisted on using a woodworking knife to perfect the toy car, and Cong Chun couldn't persuade him otherwise. As a result, the child accidentally cut Cong Chun's index finger.
The little meatball was about to cry when it realized it had caused trouble.
Cong Chun comforted him, saying it was alright, and suggested that he take the child out to borrow a band-aid.
After they gathered together and learned the reason, Duan Mingxiao's eyes practically pierced the chubby boy's heart, so the little dumpling had no choice but to cling tightly to his cousin's leg.
His idol is terrifying now.
Cong Chun's index finger wound was not deep, so there was only a small bloodstain at the wound site.
When Duan Mingxiao saw this, he felt both anxious and angry.
[How could Chun Chun's hand injury be so serious? You brat! I knew kids were the most annoying thing.]
The young master was anxious; he wanted to ask Butler Chen for a first-aid kit.
But we haven't seen Butler Chen yet.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao lowered his eyes, and the excessively long raven feathers cast a shadow under his eyes.
The young master gave Cong Chun a deep look with his dark eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao took Cong Chun's hand and calmly put his injured finger into his mouth.
Ji Ruhui, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed.
Good heavens, you still say you're not love-struck? Dude, where did your OCD go?
He covered his cousin's eyes.
"Do not look at what is improper; do not look at what is improper."
Feeling the damp touch on his fingers, Cong Chun felt like his head was spinning and he flinched back.
Young master, what are you doing?
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