Chapter 8

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yue Feng gathered his courage and asked, “Young Master, that loan shark is under Young Master Lu’s name. Why don’t you give Young Master Lu a heads-up?”

As long as Young Master Feng gave the word, not to mention five million, even if it was ten million, Lu Zifeng would happily do him a favor. After all, five million for a favor from Young Master Feng, it was definitely a very favorable trade.

“When did you become so nosy?” Feng Yi looked at him coldly, his cold voice carrying a trace of displeasure.

Yue Feng only felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the rest of his body. He could not help but shiver and quickly shut his mouth, not daring to probe his Young Master’s feelings anymore.

…

The Feng family.

In the living room, the maids surrounded her and looked nervously in a certain direction.

“Little Young Master, please put the vase down. Be careful not to cut your hand.”

Looking at the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground, A-Mei’s heart ached as if the pieces on the ground were gold coins instead of porcelain.

Every time the Little Young Master got angry, he would smash things, especially the expensive ones. If the Little Young Master was not rich, he would have gone bankrupt.

“Feng Xiaochen, what are you doing!” A frosty voice came from outside the living room.

Hearing the man’s voice, the servants present all heaved a sigh of relief. The Young Master was finally back! Only the Young Master could control this little devil.

On the sofa in front of him, the little boy with delicate eyebrows was expressionless. His eyes revealed a coldness and maturity that children of the same age did not have.

“You learned nothing except the bad habit of crying and making a fuss!” Feng Yi raged.

Feng Xiaochen’s curled-up body started to twitch.

“Speak!” Feng Yi pulled him up from the sofa. “Feng Xiaochen, I’m talking to you. What are you trying to do?”

Feng Xiaochen raised his head to look at Feng Yi. His delicate features, deep and shining eyes, were like a miniature version of Feng Yi’s face. His eyes were red and swollen, and he bit his lower lip. His face was pale, and he looked at him stubbornly. There were traces of tears on her face.

Feng Yi paused, his anger dissipating by half. His tone softened. “Xiaochen, Daddy’s attitude was bad just now. I shouldn’t have been so fierce to you.”

Feng Xiaochen threw himself into Feng Yi’s arms and sobbed, “Daddy, I miss Mommy. Why hasn’t Mommy come back to see me? Does she not want me anymore?”

“Who’s talking nonsense?” Feng Yi’s cold gaze swept across the servants.

The maids’ legs trembled in fear. It had nothing to do with them!

Feng Xiaochen buried his head in his father’s arms and sobbed, “No one’s talking nonsense, but it’s been so long, and Mommy hasn’t come to see me. Has she forgotten about Daddy and Xiaochen? Will she never come back?”

“I want to go and find Mommy…”

His voice was getting softer and softer, and Feng Yi felt his chest wet. He looked down and saw that Feng Xiaochen’s eyes were full of tears. The stubborn little guy would never cry loudly, only crying silently. However, the more he did this, the more it made people’s hearts ache.

A thought flashed through Feng Yi’s mind. He was silent for a while, then patted Feng Xiaochen’s head. “Xiaochen, do you really miss Mommy?”

Feng Xiaochen raised his head with teary eyes and looked at his father. He replied without hesitation, “Yes!”

Xiaochen’s eyes were filled with hope and eagerness. “Daddy, can you ask Mommy to come back soon?”

Although he was only three years old, the little guy was already very smart. He sniffed hope from his father’s words.

Looking at his son’s eyes filled with anticipation, it touched a soft spot in Feng Yi’s heart. He stared at his son for a long time. “If you’re a good boy and eat your dinner tonight, I’ll consider it.”

Hearing this, the servant quickly gave the order. When the father and son arrived at the dining room, the large table was already filled with a rich meal.

Feng Xiaochen acted out of character and obediently sat in his seat. This time, Feng Yi did not need to threaten or coax him. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating. He usually only ate half a bowl of rice, but today he ate a full bowl. Not even a single grain of rice was left in the bowl. After the meal, he even drank a small bowl of soup. This amount of food was not much for children of that age, but for Xiaochen’s special body condition, it was quite a volume.

The doctor had also prescribed a lot of appetizing and spleen-strengthening medicine, but it did not increase his appetite. He was not used to eating even a little more. But today, he had eaten so much just because he heard that his mother might come back…

“Daddy, I’m done. Can you let Mommy come back now?” Feng Xiaochen hurriedly put down his bowl and chopsticks, rice still hanging on the corner of his mouth, and asked anxiously.