Chapter 11

"Mr. Wu, come in!"

Ning Chen relaxed his nearly bursting bladder and then called Mr. Wu in.

Mr. Wu walked in with his head lowered, followed by a delicate young maid holding a bowl of medicine.

"Fourth Young Master, the medicine is ready... Is there anything else you need?"

Ning Chen, enduring the pain, leaned against the head of the bed and said, "Go, empty the chamber pot for me."

Mr. Wu looked up at him, his face twitching.

"What, do you want me to do it myself?"

Mr. Wu hurriedly said, "I wouldn't dare, this old servant will do it right away."

He walked over, holding the chamber pot with a look of disgust and walked out, his eyes filled with malice.

With Ning Ziming's sudden change in attitude towards Ning Chen, he didn't dare bully Ning Chen as he used to.

He mustn't let this bastard be favored, or he might not have a good life in the future... Mr. Wu thought viciously.

The young maid tried to suppress her smile, afraid she might laugh out loud.

Mr. Wu had often bullied them, the servants, taking advantage of the maids and withholding their wages, but they all dared to be angry but not to speak out... Today, someone finally got him, and it felt so good.

After the young maid fed Ning Chen the medicine, Mr. Wu came in with a tray.

On the tray were breakfast items: a bowl of porridge, a few buns, a dish of pickled vegetables, and two boiled eggs.

Mr. Wu placed the tray on a round stool by the bed and said, "Fourth Young Master, shall this old servant serve you breakfast?"

Ning Chen looked at him.

Mr. Wu's face was full of flattery.

Ning Chen smiled, grabbed the two eggs, and said, "I'm not very hungry, these two eggs are enough... Mr. Wu, you can eat the rest."

Mr. Wu's face stiffened.

To get back at Ning Chen for making him empty the chamber pot, he had secretly spit in the porridge, handled the buns with the hand that had just emptied the chamber pot, and stirred the porridge.

He had even added dirt from his shoe to the pickled vegetables.

The only thing he couldn't tamper with was the eggs, but Ning Chen had specifically chosen the two eggs.

Did Ning Chen know what he had done?

Mr. Wu felt a pang of guilt.

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Mr. Wu, observing his reaction.

Seeing his eyes darting around, he knew he was right; something had been added to the breakfast.

The reason he only took the two eggs was that they needed to be peeled, and Mr. Wu couldn't tamper with them.

"This is Fourth Young Master's breakfast, this old servant doesn't have the right to enjoy it... Fourth Young Master, even if you're not hungry, you should eat more to recover faster!"

Ning Chen, while checking for cracks on the eggs (he wouldn't eat them if there were any), said casually,

"Mr. Wu, this is my reward for you. Finish everything on the tray, don't leave a single bite."

Mr. Wu shook his head, "Thank you, Fourth Young Master, but this old servant has already had breakfast and can't eat any more."

Ning Chen, peeling the eggs, smiled and asked, "Mr. Wu, who is the master and who is the servant between us?"

"Of course, Fourth Young Master is the master, and this old servant is the servant."

"Good! Should the servant obey the master?"

Mr. Wu hurriedly said, "The servant should definitely obey the master."

"Good, then I order you to finish everything on the tray... If you don't eat it, you're disobeying the master's order, and according to the family rules, you'll receive twenty strokes."

Mr. Wu's face turned green.

Ning Chen's face darkened, and he said sternly, "Hurry up and eat!"

Mr. Wu was startled and quickly said, "I'll eat, this old servant will eat..."

He picked up a bun, looking very reluctant.

He should have known better than to tamper with the food; he was only hurting himself.

Just as Mr. Wu was in a dilemma, Ning Ziming walked in.

He must have just finished his court duties, still wearing his official robes.

"Chen, how are you feeling today?"

Ning Ziming's face was full of smiles, like a doting father.

Ning Chen suddenly felt a bit nauseous, and the eggs in his hand suddenly lost their appeal.

"Master has returned? Fourth Young Master just finished his medicine and looks much better... You two chat, this old servant will take his leave."

"Mr. Wu, you haven't eaten yet."

Ning Chen pointed to the tray, "Old man, you're not getting away that easily."

Mr. Wu pleaded, "Master, this old servant has already had breakfast, but Fourth Young Master said he's not hungry and insisted that I eat everything... I really can't eat any more."

Ning Ziming looked at Ning Chen, full of concern, "Chen, you need to eat more to recover faster!"

"I have a small appetite, two eggs are enough... Let Mr. Wu eat the rest, don't waste it."

Ning Ziming nodded, "Chen has a small appetite, so Mr. Wu, you eat the rest."

Mr. Wu was stunned.

He put on a pained face, "Yes!"

He couldn't disobey Ning Ziming's order.

"I'll take it downstairs and eat it!"

Ning Chen interjected, "No need, eat it here... Watching someone eat is a kind of enjoyment."

Mr. Wu knew he couldn't escape.

He had to force himself to eat, and his expression was even more painful than when Ning Chen took his medicine.

Ning Chen's lips curled up, and he looked at Ning Ziming, "Minister Ning just finished his court duties, haven't you eaten yet? Would you like something?"

Ning Ziming was slightly taken aback, glanced at Mr. Wu, his eyes flickering, and then shook his head.

Mr. Wu forced himself to finish everything on the tray.

"Master, Fourth Young Master, this old servant will take his leave!"

Ning Ziming waved his hand.

"Wait!" Ning Chen suddenly called him back, "Mr. Wu, say thank you!"

Mr. Wu was so angry he almost ground his teeth, but he had to put on a smile, "Thank you, Fourth Young Master, for the reward!"

"You're welcome! Mr. Wu, you've taken good care of me, I'll save you some more good food next time."

Mr. Wu's face twitched, "Thank you, Fourth Young Master, this old servant will take his leave!"

Mr. Wu rushed out and immediately vomited into the flower bed.

Ning Chen looked at Ning Ziming, "Minister Ning just finished his court duties, do you have some good news to tell me? For example... allowing me to leave the Ning residence?"

Ning Ziming's face darkened, "Chen, even though I've neglected you these years, I am still your father, and blood is thicker than water. How could I bear to see you wander the streets? So, don't mention this again."

"Then why did Minister Ning come? To see if I'm dead?"

Ning Ziming was furious, "Wretch, can't you speak properly? Must you be so sarcastic? I am your father, do you know the meaning of filial piety?"

Ning Chen chuckled.

"Minister Ning is so humorous. In the past, I was careful and tried to please you all, even apologizing to the dogs when they bit me... Did any of you ever look at me straight?"

"Is it too late for Minister Ning to want a filial son... The meek Ning Chen is already dead."

Ning Ziming's face turned ashen.

"Chen, as a second-rank official, I have been busy with official duties and indeed neglected you. I will definitely make up for it in the future."

"I know you have grievances, but you must also understand my difficulties."

Ning Chen laughed inwardly, understand what? Understand your abandonment and lack of affection? Or understand your neglect as a father, ignoring your own son?