Wei Yuanniang gently shook her head; she was truly happy, her mood so light that even the wounds seed less painful.
Having confird Wei Yuanniang had no further needs for the mont, He Tiantian finally had ti to take care of Feng Yanting.
After drinking so water and wiping off his sweat, Feng Yanting’s lips moved, and he suddenly said, "Mom, I want to eat osmanthus cake!"
He Tiantian was slightly taken aback, looked at Feng Yanting’s face, thought for a mont, and replied softly, "Yanting, there indeed is still osmanthus cake in the box. Although it’s not that fresh, it needs to be saved for the Eldest Miss in case she wants to eat it at any ti."
"How about this instead, I have two pieces of stead cornbread here. They might be cold, but they are still edible. Why don’t you eat so cornbread first?"
He Tiantian wasn’t deliberately making things difficult for a child, much less abusing him.
It was just that, in the current social context and given Feng Yanting’s true identity, He Tiantian thought that keeping him fed and clothed without suffering beatings was already quite fortunate.
Moreover, Feng Yanting was the male lead, and the kind who rises from adversity to beco a boss.
The author’s setting for the male lead was originally a noble prince who falls among the common folk and knows hardship.
He grew up through adversity, carrying the hopes of Marquis Mansion, overcoming dangers and cutting through thorn bushes to eventually beco a true powerhouse.
Now He Tiantian was simply making Feng Yanting fit more into the plot’s design, to let him personally experience what real suffering among the people was.
She definitely was not playing the part of so vicious villain, right?!
"Mom!" Feng Yanting, who had always been treated as a treasure by his family, finally realized a problem: he was seemingly no longer the beloved little darling that his parents cared for the most.
"Yanting, be good, okay? You have to obey."
"Mom doesn’t want to have to repeat herself, so you need to rember these words well!"
"The Marchioness is our Feng Family’s benefactor, and the Eldest Miss is her only daughter. Your grandma stays by the lady’s side to serve her, so our family must take good care of the Eldest Miss!"
"Rember, our family may not be servants of the Marquis Mansion, but we must not forget their kindness, and we must treat the Eldest Miss with respect!"
He Tiantian’s voice was gentle, but her expression serious.
Feng Yanting: ...
"Waaa~~"
Ah ah ah, Mom doesn’t love anymore, and Daddy isn’t even intervening!
Ah ah ah, I’m so pitiful, I’m really so pitiful!
As a child who grew up pampered, with parents who doted on him at ho, and being cherished by both his grandma and the Marchioness when he visited Marquis Mansion, although he wasn’t a young master of a wealthy family in na.
In his subconscious, he had never been wronged.
Now, with his grandma and the Marchioness driven away and unable to continue taking care of him.
And his own mother was... was—
What about the Eldest Miss? In the past, when he went to Marquis Mansion, the Eldest Miss would always yield to whatever he liked.
"No crying allowed!"
He Tiantian set her face sternly and scolded coldly, "I’ve already explained everything to you properly, why won’t you obey?"
Although she’d only worn these new shoes for less than a day, He Tiantian had noticed sothing—
On the surface, Feng Yanting was indeed very well-behaved and sensible.
Hmm, he was the male lead after all; how could he be a brat?
But, deep down, Feng Yanting was still sowhat spoiled and willful.
When his interests weren’t affected, he naturally was an obedient, well-mannered good child.
But when his own interests were violated, he would, like any ordinary child, cry and make noise, trying to force the adults to yield with his tears.
"Mom! I, I!"
The sudden change in He Tiantian’s deanor frightened Feng Yanting.
His eyelashes were still wet with tears, but his crying abruptly stopped.
Startled, he couldn’t help but start hiccuping.
"I will say this one last ti; although you are the most beloved child of your parents, compared to the Benefactor’s house’s Eldest Miss, she is what’s most important!"
"If you’re hungry, then eat the cornbread properly. If you’re not hungry, then sit quietly and don’t make any more trouble!"
He Tiantian was strict about laying down the rules.
"Mom~~hic~~I~~"
Feng Yanting still felt wronged but now knew fear.
Because he was sensitive enough to feel that his mother wasn’t joking with him, but was truly angry.
While struggling with hiccups, he couldn’t help calling out for Mom, hoping she wouldn’t be angry anymore.
Feng Zhongliang, who was driving the horse-drawn cart, felt sowhat reluctant to be harsh.
After all, it was his only son, who had been spoiled since he was little. When had his own son ever suffered such indignities?
This honest fellow stamred out, "Xiuniang, Xiuniang, Yanting is still young. He doesn’t understand yet, let’s teach him slowly!"
"It’s precisely because he’s young that we need to teach him about hierarchy and discipline! When he’s older and has already ford his character, will he still listen to anything we say?"
He Tiantian didn’t budge at all and even brought up Nanny Zhao, "Husband, think of Mother-in-law, if not for anyone else."
Nanny Zhao:...I humbly thank your entire family!
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