"Did she have the housekeeper lock you here? The heating was turned off, you have no clothes to wear? Everything was taken away?" Shen Jinmo asked Lu Anyu in disbelief.

He never expected Jiang Jingyu to be this awful.

He thought that she would take good care of An'an while he was unconscious in the hospital.

"Um, and also, she said she was going to starve me to death and wouldn't give me any food." Lu Anyu sobbed pitifully.

Her face, which had lost a lot of weight, was all wrinkled, and it was heartbreaking to see her cry.

"How dare you!" Shen Jinmo roared, his bloodshot eyes filled with rage.

The burning flames spread like wildfire, threatening to burn the entire Shen family mansion to the ground.

The housekeeper and the servants who came up to the second floor all bit their lips, unable to speak.

No wonder this kid keeps throwing things out of the room.

It wasn't a cry for help after all!

It's a frame-up.

The lady only instructed them to lock him inside and temporarily withhold food; how could she be so unreasonable?

He took off his clothes himself.

He threw the blanket away himself.

He probably turned off the heating himself.

"Young master, we didn't," the butler said urgently, trying to defend himself and his wife.

"Ha, still trying to argue? Do you think a five-year-old child could lock himself in here, strip naked, and take everything away?"

Shen Jinmo's sharp gaze hung over the butler's head like a knife.

The butler was terrified, sweating profusely and trembling uncontrollably: "Young Master, actually..."

Glug glug—

Lu Anyu's rumbling stomach began at that moment.

Even if the butler wanted to say that all of this was done by Lu Anyu alone, with all the servants of the Shen family as witnesses, he couldn't fake being hungry.

Lu Anyu had indeed not eaten much for several days, and Jiang Jingyu had indeed told him not to feed Lu Anyu.

"Daddy, I'm so hungry. I want Mommy. I want Mommy... Mommy never lets me go hungry."

Lu Anyu burst into tears, tears streaming down his face.

One sentence: My mommy never lets me go hungry.

The crimes of the Shen family were magnified infinitely, which also brought Shen Jinmo's guilt to its peak.

Shen Jinmo quickly had someone prepare a set of warm clothes, a set of fleece-lined socks and shoes for Lu Anyu to wear to keep warm, and then had the kitchen prepare a sumptuous meal, which she personally fed to Lu Anyu.

Lu Anyu wolfed down his food, finishing almost all of it.

The butler, standing to the side, stared at the empty plates, biting his lower lip.

After the meal, Shen Jinmo asked the family doctor to give Lu Anyu a full-body check-up.

Lu Anyu, who had just undergone surgery, was physically weak and none of his indicators had reached the normal standard.

After the family doctor completed the examination, he found that Lu Anyu was very weak.

If Shen Jinmo had returned even half a day later, he might have lost his life.

Shen Jinmo listened to the doctor's report with a blank expression.

Holding Lu Anyu in his arms, he whispered in his ear, "An'an, Daddy can't leave you at the Shen family's house to take care of you anymore. How about Uncle Lin takes you back to your uncle's house?"

"Okay, but where's my mommy? Is she still alive? Have you found her? I miss my mommy, I want my mommy..."

After eating and drinking his fill, Lu Anyu held Shen Jinmo's hand and kept teasing him.

"An'an, be good. I will definitely help you find your mommy. Be a good girl at home and wait for me. As soon as I have any news, I will bring your mommy back immediately."

"Yes, Daddy, you can't go back on your word."

"It's a deal." Shen Jingmo extended his hand and lightly bumped fists with Lu Anyu as a pledge.

They sent An'an away from the Shen family's old house.

Shen Jinmo instructed the housekeeper to summon all the servants from the old house.

Sitting in a wheelchair in the living room, Shen Jinmo's eyes were slightly closed, and his fingers were gently tapping on the armrests.

Once everyone had arrived.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Do you know why I called you here?

The butler and servants all lowered their heads, none of them daring to speak.

"Young Master, it's our fault for not taking good care of Young Master An'an. Please punish us." The butler spoke first in an attempt to appease Shen Jinmo.

“I am going to punish you. The Shen family is not what it used to be. I don’t care about the people in my second uncle and aunt’s courtyard, nor do I have the right to do so. But I still have the right to dismiss you.”

"Young Master..." The servants panicked when they heard that they were to pack up and leave.

They are all elderly women who have worked in the old house for many years.

The salary and benefits at Chenzhai are generous; where else can you find such a good place after leaving here?

"All servants and cooks will be dismissed. As for the housekeeper, you can keep him for now, considering your many years of service in managing the Shen family's affairs."

Shen Jinmo left only the butler behind.

The butler breathed a sigh of relief and bowed repeatedly to Chen Jinmo in gratitude.

"Thank you, young master, thank you, young master."

"Since you are still in charge of the Shen family, you should obey my orders."

"Of course, young master, I will listen to you." The butler replied obsequiously.

"Alright, now strip off your clothes, leaving only your shorts, and kneel in the courtyard," Shen Jinmo coldly ordered.

The housekeeper and even the servants who were packing their bags to leave stared at Shen Jinmo in disbelief.

Shen Jinmo has become much more gentle in recent years and never physically punishes his servants.

January is the coldest time of year in Yunzhou.

If someone were to take off all their clothes and stand outside in the cold, it could be fatal; it would be better to be fired.

This is not preferential treatment, it's clearly abuse.

"Young master, I'm already over fifty years old," the old butler said, his voice trembling with tears.

“But my son, he is only five years old, and it is you who are making him suffer from cold and hunger.”

Shen Jinmo sneered, his thin lips curling slightly, exuding a murderous aura.

The butler was so frightened that he dared not utter another sound, and obediently stripped off his clothes and knelt in the courtyard.

When Jiang Jingyu returned from playing mahjong outside, the old house was empty and gloomy, and the old housekeeper was kneeling in the yard, his whole body purple from the cold.

A few snowflakes drifted down tonight, each one landing on the butler's head, turning the old man's silver hair into a layer of white frost.

"Butler, what are you doing kneeling here? Have you taken the wrong medicine?" Jiang Jingyu couldn't help but ask as she passed by the butler.

The butler sniffed and pointed to the living room: "Madam, the young master is back. Please go in first."

That night, the Shen family was destined to be anything but peaceful.

As soon as Jiang Jingyu entered the room, she saw Shen Jinmo sitting on the sofa, sitting there blankly, like an ice sculpture.

"Son, why were you discharged from the hospital? Why aren't you resting properly in the hospital?"

Jiang Jingyu moved closer to Shen Jinmo and poured herself a cup of hot tea from the teapot on the table to warm her stomach.

The tea was cold when it was poured out. Jiang Jingyu took a sip and immediately spat it into the trash can, exclaiming, "Why is this tea cold? Where are all the servants? Why isn't anyone here to serve me?"

"Once everyone's gone, the tea's naturally gone cold," Shen Jinmo snorted coldly.