After Entering the Wrong Room, I Became Mr. Feng's Wife
Chapter 92 - 92: Hunger Strike

Chapter 92: Hunger Strike

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Scoundrel, you’re all scoundrels. I want to see Mommy, sob…” Feng Xiaochen was so agitated that he was already running a fever. After shouting for a while, he suddenly blacked out and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the servants were scared out of their wits and hurriedly ran over.

“Oh my God, the Little Young Master fainted!”

“Doctor, call the doctor!”

“Little Young Master, Little Young Master…”

At this moment, a black figure leaped over. He moved faster than everyone else and quickly picked Feng Xiaochen up from the ground.

When they saw who it was, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. They were so scared that their legs went weak and they knelt on the ground. “Young Master.”

Feng Yi’s face darkened as he looked down at the unconscious Feng Xiaochen and raged, “You bunch of trash, you can’t even take care of a child. What’s the point of keeping you around?!”

The servants trembled. “Young Master, Little Young Master doesn’t want to take his medicine. He keeps asking to see Young Madam. W-we have no choice…”

The servants felt wronged. It was the Young Master’s fault that the Little Young Master was like this. He knew that Little Young Master cared so much about Young Madam, but he insisted that the Young Madam leave Feng Residence. Little Young Master could not sec the Young Madam, so he threw a tantrum and did not eat, sleep, or take his medicine.

However, everyone only dared to think about this in their hearts. No one dared to say it out loud. They would be courting death if they said it out loud, right?

Feng Yi carried the unconscious Feng Xiaochen and placed him on the sofa. The doctor rushed over, and before he could catch his breath, he took out the equipment to check Feng Xiaochen. Feng Yi’s face was ugly, and his lips were tightly pursed. He did not expect that woman to have such a huge impact on Xiaochen. For her, Xiaochen actually did not eat or drink and went on a hunger strike to protest against him.

He did not want to indulge the child’s bad habits, so when Xiaochen threw a tantrum and protested, he did not indulge him and let him do as he pleased. He could not tolerate such bad habits. He thought that Feng Xiaochen would eat obediently if he could not hold on anymore, but he did not expect Butler Zhao to tell him that Xiaochen had not eaten anything while he was away. His body was weak to begin with, and his immunity was much weaker than ordinary children. He had not eaten well for a few days and nights, and he had not slept well. In the end, he still fell ill.

Feng Yi suddenly realized that Feng Xiaochen’s temper was much more stubborn than he thought. A four-year-old child could actually endure hunger and go on a hunger strike. It was not a joke at all. He was really going to starve himself to death. For a moment, he was angry and his heart ached.

The doctor heaved a sigh of relief after the checkup and said to Feng Yi, “Young Master, there’s nothing wrong with Little Young Master’s body. He just had a cold and a fever. I’ll give him some nutrient fluids later. He’ll be fine after the infusion.”

Feng Yi’s expression softened a little. Luckily, Xiaochen was fine.

The doctor solemnly reminded him again, “Little Young Master can’t be agitated anymore. Although he’s fine now, if he faints again, his condition will worsen. It’ll be very bad for his future treatment.”

Feng Yi’s eyes flickered as he looked at Feng Xiaochen, who was pale and had his eyes closed. His eyes were filled with self-blame. He almost forgot about Xiaochen’s physical condition. Fortunately, it was not a big deal this time. If Xiaochen’s condition worsened, he would be the culprit. At that time, not only would he regret it, but the Old Man would also scold him.

After the doctor left, Feng Yi sat by the bed and reached out to touch Feng Xiaochen’s face. His gaze was much gentler, and he was not as cold and unreasonable as usual.

Feng Xiaochen’s face was cold to the touch, but he kept unconsciously complaining about the heat and stretched his hands and feet out of the blanket.

Feng Yi patiently tucked his outstretched hands and feet back into the blanket. To prevent him from getting cold again, he tucked the blanket in tightly.

Butler Zhao poured a glass of water and handed it to him. “Young Master, drink some water. The doctor said that Little Young Master is fine. Don’t worry too much.”

Feng Yi took the cup but did not drink it. He stared at Feng Xiaochen for a while. “Am I too harsh on Xiaochen?”

Butler Zhao comforted him gently, “We all know how much Young Master dotes on Little Young Master. Little Young Master is still young and doesn’t understand adults’ matters. He will understand when he grows up. However, he’s just a four-year-old child after all. Young Master, you can relax your discipline on him a little.”

That’s right, Feng Xiaochen was only four years old. Feng Yi often forgot his age, probably because he thought he matured earlier than his peers.

“Young Master, there’s something I don’t know if I should say…” Butler Zhao looked at Feng Yi’s expression and stopped halfway.

“You know I don’t like it when people speak in half-sentences. If you have something to say, say it.” Feng Yi looked up at him.

“Yes, Young Master..”