Chapter 28 Hunger Strike Threatens Scumbag Father's Plan
What trick is this woman up to now?
Lin Cheng continued to recall the scene just now, and said with a forced smile, "Yes, I think the young mistress has a pretty good impression of me."
Murong Ting looked at him coldly: "You're quite proud of yourself?"
Lin Cheng suddenly realized, "Oh dear, what a dangerous statement!"
He quickly became serious: "Absolutely not, Young Master Ting! I'm completely on your side!"
Murong Ting snorted coldly: "You don't need to call Kong Wange 'Young Madam' anymore. She has nothing to do with the Murong family."
Lin Cheng quickly lowered his head: "Yes."
"Also, stay away from her daughter. You won't learn anything good from spending too much time with Kong Wange!"
Didn't she coax her son into calling her "sister" just a few days ago?
"Okay, okay, I understand," Lin Cheng replied, then reminded him, "Young Master Ting, it's getting late, you should get some rest. There's an important shareholders' meeting at the company tomorrow morning..."
Murong Ting hummed in agreement and shut down the computer. "I'll go to the company tomorrow morning. I'll personally oversee the matter of finding Chanyi. You stay home and keep an eye on Murong Chen."
"This..." Lin Cheng hesitated.
Based on his experience, if this little devil really started causing trouble, he wouldn't be able to handle it!
Murong Ting snorted: "Let him make a scene, as long as he doesn't die."
“Okay…” Lin Cheng wiped his sweat and agreed, “Then, Young Master Ting, I’ll call you anytime if there’s any situation.”
"Hmm." Murong Ting responded, glanced at the children's room on the second floor, and returned to his bedroom.
The next day, Murong Ting went to the company for a meeting early in the morning.
After preparing breakfast at home, Lin Cheng went upstairs to call Murong Chen down for breakfast, saying, "Young Master, breakfast is ready."
The room was completely silent.
He waited a while longer, but still saw no movement, so he said, "Then I'll put breakfast on the table first. You can come down and eat it yourself after you get up."
He turned around, went downstairs, entered his study, turned on his computer, and began to concentrate on his work.
Unexpectedly, this investment took up an entire morning.
He closed his laptop, stretched, and then suddenly realized that the young master hadn't come downstairs at all.
He rushed upstairs and knocked on the door again. "Young Master, are you in there? Come down for dinner!"
Still no one responded.
He knocked a few more times, gradually losing patience. "Young Master, if you don't speak, I'm breaking down the door!"
This time, there was finally a response from inside the house. Murong Chen said stubbornly in his childish voice, "I won't eat. Mommy is about to die, how can I have the appetite to eat!"
"Mommy is a small matter, but eating is a big deal. People need food to live. If you miss a meal, you'll get hungry. If you get sick from hunger, how am I supposed to explain it to Young Master Ting? How about I order you the 'Jinxiu Room' children's deluxe meal?"
"Hmph, even if you call the imperial kitchen, I still won't eat! Mommy's affairs are paramount. If it were you, and your mommy were gone, could you eat?"
Lin Cheng: "..." Why does this sound so strange?
No matter how much he pleaded with Murong Chen, he refused to open the door. He was completely at his wit's end and had no choice but to call Murong Ting for help.
Murong Ting arrived home at 3 p.m.
Lin Cheng felt as if he had been granted a pardon when he saw him return.
Murong Ting frowned when he saw the bitter look on his face: "Why did he call me back in such a hurry? What kind of trouble has he caused this time?"
Lin Cheng waved his hand: "Young Master Ting, the young master didn't cause any trouble this time, but he... isn't eating!"
He sighed, "It's been almost a whole day since this morning, and the young master hasn't even had a sip of water!"
Murong Ting frowned even more deeply: "What's wrong? Doesn't the food suit his taste?"
"No way!" Lin Cheng said sadly, "I suggested calling him his favorite brocade room, but the young master was unmoved!"
Murong Ting went upstairs, unlocked the door with his fingerprint, and called out to the small bundle covered by the blanket on the bed, "Murong Chen."
"What?" Murong Chen asked in a muffled voice.
Why aren't you eating?
"I'm not hungry!" Murong Chen said with great pride.
Murong Ting stared at him for a while, then turned to Lin Cheng and said, "Go and call Aunt Zheng over, and have her cook a few dishes."
Aunt Zheng was a housekeeper who had been used to working for the Murong family. Murong Chen had loved eating her Hunan cuisine since he was a child.
Upon hearing Murong Ting's order, Lin Cheng clapped his hands: "Oh dear, how could I forget about her? Okay, I'll go right now!"
On the other side, Aunt Zheng had been waiting for an opportunity ever since she finished her phone call with Kong Mengjiao, but she never expected that the opportunity would come so quickly.
She rushed over as soon as she received the call.
Lin Cheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her and said, "Young Master has been hungry for almost a day. Make some of his favorite dishes."
Aunt Zheng quickly agreed, "Okay, it's not good for him to eat anything hard to digest after being hungry all day. I'll cook some porridge for the young master and have some side dishes with it."
"Okay, you decide."
Aunt Zheng went into the kitchen and started working.
After the food was prepared, she glanced cautiously outside before leaving the kitchen with her tray.
Murong Ting was talking to Lin Cheng in the study, and no one noticed her.
She took a deep breath and added a small packet of powder she had prepared beforehand into the porridge.
Then stir quickly with a small spoon.
Soon, the powder disappeared into the porridge without leaving a trace.
She then lowered her head and took the plate upstairs to Murong Chen's room, placing it on the bedside table: "Young Master, I made stir-fried dried radish with cured pork, stir-fried bamboo shoots, and dry-pot potatoes, all of which are your favorite dishes. I also put honey in the porridge. Get up and have some."
Upon hearing the names of the dishes, Murong Chen's stomach rumbled involuntarily.
He swallowed hard, but still insisted, "I won't eat it unless Daddy doesn't divorce Mommy and wins her back!"
Aunt Zheng said earnestly, "Young Master, you can't let yourself go hungry no matter what. What if your health collapses before the Young Madam even returns?"
Murong Chen snorted coldly: "I don't care, I won't eat unless Daddy agrees!"
Just then, Murong Ting walked in.
He said to Aunt Zheng with a gloomy face, "The food is here. He can eat it or not, just ignore him."
Aunt Zheng glanced at the plate, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something.
Seeing Murong Ting's resolute expression, after a long while, he could only nod and say, "Alright then..."
Before leaving, she thought for a moment, then mustered her courage and said in a caring tone, "Young Master Ting, children are weak. It's better for them to skip a meal than to be hungry. They'll definitely get sick if they're hungry for too long. The porridge should be drunk while it's still hot!"
Murong Ting snorted coldly: "If he really has that much backbone, then he wouldn't be Murong Ting's son for nothing!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
Aunt Zheng took one last look at the porridge on the cabinet, then steeled herself and left.
Never mind, the deed is done, whether it succeeds or not is up to fate!
Murong Chen, lying on the bed, was furious to see that Murong Ting had actually ignored him and left like that.
Tears welled up in his eyes, his eyes reddened, and he shouted at Murong Ting, "Go, all of you go! Let me starve to death!"
What kind of dad is he? He's not even half as good as Mommy!
He even went so far as to plan for him!
I might as well let Mom kick him away!
Time passed by, and night fell.
Murong Ting was in his study looking through the latest information about Chanyi that his subordinates had collected, but he didn't move the mouse for a long time.
A moment later, he finally closed his laptop, stood up, put his hands on his hips, and asked Lin Cheng, "Hasn't he eaten yet?"
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