Chapter 493 My Sister Cried

Chapter 493 My Sister Cried

His sister was sleeping soundly, and Ning Fengzhe couldn't bear to disturb her. He instructed the servants along the way not to make any noise. Then he carried his sister in his arms, step by step, carefully, back to Beitangju.

He put the note away, put it back into his purse, and deposited it in the brocade box.

At this time, the sound of cicadas was heard, and my sister seemed to be frightened and suddenly burst into tears.

Ning Fengzhe was startled at first, then panicked, at a loss, and began to coax and tease.

"Don't be afraid, Xi'er, I'm here. I'll ask someone to drive the cicada away."

"Wenjia."

Wen Jia responded and took a few steps forward.

"The slave is here."

Ning Fengzhe gnashed his teeth in hatred, as if he had met an enemy on a narrow road.

"Give orders, no cicada is allowed to enter my residence from now on!"

Wen Jia raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the baby in the young master's arms.

"Sir, calm down. This young nobleman might be hungry."

Ning Fengzhe looked serious and corrected the honorific.

"She is my third sister, the third legitimate daughter of the Ning clan."

Wen Jia showed a hint of panic.

"Yes, I am not good at seeing, so I will change my words now."

"Sir, the third lady might be hungry."

Ning Fengzhe imitated his elders' actions, patting his sister's back gently and comforting her carefully.

"Go and see if the dinner is ready. Bring it all over and I'll feed her."

Wen Jia followed his master, looking somewhat anxious.

"It's still early and the kitchen is still busy. Even if dinner is ready, you can't feed it to the third lady."

Ning Fengzhe couldn't help but get angry when he heard this.

"How dare you deliberately starve my little sister?"

Wen Jia explained respectfully.

"My Lord, I dare not."

"The third girl is still in swaddling clothes. She cannot eat adult food and needs to drink children's soup."

Ning Fengzhe had never taken care of a baby before, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

"How do you know that?"

Wen Jia is about the same age as his master, and has only a vague understanding of child rearing.

"My aunt's family just had a daughter, so they hired a foster mother for her. Whenever my cousin cried because of hunger, the foster mother would come to feed her. When she was feeding her, we had to stay away, leaving only my eldest aunt by her side."

"The baby needs to drink children's soup. My aunt told me that herself."

Ning Fengzhe couldn't wait to ask.

"Where can I find a foster mother?"

Wen Jia scratched his head.

"I don't know."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had an idea.

"My mother once said that only my eldest aunt could afford a foster mother if she married into a wealthy family. Unlike my poor family, my mother raised me and my younger sister herself. This shows that you don't necessarily need a foster mother to raise a child."

"Time is running out, and there is no time to ask others for help. Why don't you try it yourself?"

Ning Fengzhe was at a loss and asked questions in panic.

"How? What should I do?"

Wen Jia looked embarrassed.

"I don't know."

Ning Fengzhe was anxious and furious.

"I don't know anything when I ask. If you encounter any problems next time, remember to ask for more information."

Wen Jia quickly lowered his eyes.

"Yes, I know I was wrong."

After calming down a little, Ning Fengzhe immediately thought of a solution.

"I'll go to Xianyiju. Maybe my mother has already arranged a foster mother for me."

Ning Fengzhe could not wait any longer and rushed to Xianyi Residence.

"Mother, something terrible has happened!"

Mu Rong was wearing a jade headband and holding a pair of silver chopsticks. She was enjoying the postpartum food and her disguise was very professional.

Upon hearing that her beloved son was in trouble, she immediately panicked, put down her chopsticks, rushed to her son, and checked his body with great worry.

"What's wrong? Is your injury recurring? Tell mother quickly if you feel uncomfortable."

Ning Fengzhe explained the situation with a frown on his face.

"I'm fine, my sister is crying."

Mu Rong was unable to react in time.

"What sister?"

Only then did she realize that her son was holding a baby in his arms, and she was slightly startled.

"Hmm? When did you bring the child? Why is the child in your hands? Where is Shui Zhiren?"

After asking, Shui Qing hurried over.

"May the Madam be blessed with good health."

"My maidservant caught a cold and fainted on the ground. She has been resting in the bedroom. As soon as she woke up, she asked me to come and tell Madam that the third girl was taken away by the eldest son. The eldest son is another matter and is not available at the moment, so go and pick up the second son back to the mansion."

Mu Rong leaned over, lowered her eyes, and smiled kindly at the little Shuiqing.

"Okay, I understand. Go back to your room and serve your mother."

The smile faded, and she suddenly became indifferent towards the person in Ning Fengzhe's arms, even rolling her eyes.

Shui Qing obediently lowered her eyes, concentrating on reporting, and did not see Ning Fengzhe.

"Thank you for your understanding, Madam. I will take my leave."

The more pitiful his sister's cry was, the more Ning Fengzhe couldn't bear it and became more impatient.

"Mother, my sister has been crying for too long. She must be hungry. Please call our foster mother."

Mu Rong returned to her seat leisurely, not forgetting to signal her son to sit down.

"Why do I need a foster mother? Why do I need a foster mother?"

Ning Fengzhe kept using his hands to comfort his sister tirelessly.

"Mother didn't hire a foster mother, but wanted to feed the baby herself?"

Mu Rong picked up the chopsticks again and picked up some food for her son first.

"It's not like she's actually giving birth, so how can I feed her soup? When she gets tired of crying, she'll stop. You don't have to worry about it."

As she spoke, she became impatient.

"Where did you find such a noisy child? Someone, take him away and put him in another room, and stop disturbing the eldest master."

Ning Fengzhe's eyes widened with anger as he glanced at them.

"Who dares to snatch my sister? Stand back."

He put away his threats, turned to his mother, and begged for help.

"My mother is unwilling to feed me herself, nor does she hire a nurse. My sister is hungry. What can I do?"

Mu Rong smiled indifferently and continued to enjoy the delicious food.

"One or two meals won't starve her. I'll take care of it when I'm free."

"She is just an adopted daughter, and you still have to pay me money to hire a foster mother for her? Don't treat her with condescension. She is not your sister. Just treat her as an extra servant in the Ning Mansion."

Ning Fengzhe was angry, shocked and indignant after receiving such an answer.

"If you don't intend to cherish her, why would a mother adopt her?"

Mu Rong is gentle and kind, just like a spring breeze.

"You are still young and don't understand the reason. When you grow up, you will naturally understand your mother's deep meaning."

"Good boy, let the maid take her away, and you stay here to have dinner with your mother, okay?"

Her contentment revealed a hint of disrespect. Ning Fengzhe could no longer tolerate it and became furious.

"My mother abandoned me and showed no responsibility!"

Mu Rong didn't believe that the two of them could have such deep feelings when they first met, so she interpreted it in a different way and took the initiative to show weakness.

"Yes, yes, mother knows her mistake and will definitely care about you more to make up for it."

Ning Fengzhe became even more furious when he saw this.

"I'm not asking for compensation!"

Mu Rong coaxed her son with great patience.

"You wanted to add some pocket money, and mother agreed."

Ning Fengzhe was just angry, powerless and helpless.

"My mother didn't care, so I went to find my grandmother."

"My child, please leave."

Seeing that his momentum weakened and thinking that his anger had subsided, Mu Rong pinched his little face lovingly.

"Fengzhe is sensible and reasonable, and he is simply the most well-behaved child in the world."

"Mother will instruct the housekeeper to give you some extra money for your monthly allowance and buy you some of your favorite toys as a reward, thanking you for understanding me and helping take care of your sister, okay?"

Ning Fengzhe did not answer, turned around in annoyance, looked away with disdain, and walked away.

Mu Rong didn't care and just smiled.

"This child is like his aunt, and is prone to temper."