The Noble Lord Is So Fierce: Greeting Kiss, My Sweet Wife - Chapter 28: Just Let Him Die From Stupidity

While Mo Qijue and the butler were talking, a clear and tender voice sounded from upstairs.

“Let go of me! Why are you grabbing me?

“Useless daddy! You dare to try and imprison me! I don’t want to live anymore! I want mommy, I want mommy!”

Tong Lele wailed and sat on the ground.

Tong Lele hadn’t seen his mother for many days, and he was upset.

More importantly, his mother hadn’t even noticed he was missing.

Boohoo—

If he knew what was going to happen, he wouldn’t have run around in the airport. Instead, he would have just let his mother punish him all she wanted!

By running amok, Tong Lele not only had lost his mother, but he had also gotten imprisoned!

Would he ever get a chance to reunite with his mother?

‘No way, I must find a way to leave this place,’ he thought.

‘Oh!’

……

A light bulb went off in his head.

‘Hunger! Strike!’

Tong Lele stood up and was about to wipe his tears, but when the butler appeared in front of him, he couldn’t help crying even harder.

He cried in despair and pain.

“Little Master, don’t cry anymore. Grandpa Feng will bring you out to play.” The butler felt sorry for the Little Master.

Even from a young age, he never had freedom. He had never felt a father’s love, let alone a mother’s love.

“No! I don’t want to play! I want mommy!” said Tong Lele sullenly.

“Little Master, keep in mind, you cannot mention mommy again, or the Young Master will continue to punish you,” said the butler carefully.

“Humph! Why can’t I mention her? Everyone else has a daddy and a mommy, why do I only have an ice-cold daddy? What’s more, he’s a fierce daddy that doesn’t like me.”

Tong Lele cried even harder after saying that. He continued crying and shouting, “Since stupid daddy doesn’t like me, why did he have to snatch me away from mommy? Baddie! He’s a huge baddie!”

“Little Master, the Young Master loves you.” The butler felt distressed, and he didn’t want their father-son relationship to get worse.

“Bullsh*t! That douchebag daddy will never like me! If he liked me, he wouldn’t imprison me! Wouldn’t separate me from mommy! I’ve seen mommy on television, I know that she’s my mommy!”

Tong Lele stretched out his little hands while crying and grasped at the butler’s leg. “Why is it me that doesn’t have a mommy? Is my mommy Tong Jiumo? Please tell me, Grandpa Feng, tell me that Tong Jiumo is my mommy…”

The butler looked serious, saying softly, “Little Master, she’s not your mommy. Your mommy left when you were born.”

“Boohoo, my life is so bitter, my mommy gave birth to me, but my useless daddy doesn’t care about me.” Tong Lele wailed and became even more unruly.

“Little Master, Grandpa Feng will bring you to eat the things you like, how does that sound?” No matter how the butler tried to console the Little Master, he couldn’t calm the latter down.

For the first time in five years, the Little Master had made such a huge scene.

It was also the first time he had cried so miserably.

The Young Master was really too strict with the Little Master.

Tong Lele put his arms akimbo, announcing loudly, “No! From today onwards, I’m going on a hunger strike! I want to protest!”

Mo Qijue stood at the top of the stairs, coldly staring at the scene before him.

‘Mo Lisi is asking for his mommy?’

Tong Lele hugged his luggage, sobbing. “Mommy, once I’ve starved to death, I’ll come and find you, boohoo, my life is so bitter…”

“Little Master.” The butler felt sorry for him.

“Don’t call me! Just let me die!”

Tong Lele was angry at himself. How could he have been so stupid, letting himself get caught by Mo Qijue’s underlings?

‘I’ll just die from my own stupidity!’ he thought angrily.

A five-year-old child was sensible enough. Moreover, the Little Master’s adaptability and intelligence were higher than average.

For someone who had never met his mother, wanting a mother was perfectly normal.

It’s just that… no matter how much trouble the Little Master caused, the hard-hearted Young Master would not be moved.