The little junior sister started acting like a monster again!

Yingxia has no time to care about her son's rebellious heart. Now she is sitting in the house looking at the pile of envelopes in front of her, and her head hurts even more.

She took a deep breath. Even if she didn't open them, she knew what the letters said.

Among the thousands of letters, most were written by townspeople.

That is to write some -

"When can we let those beggars leave Guxiang Town?"

"We've already given those refugees enough benefits. Can't we just let them go?"

"When did Guxiang Town become a refugee shelter?"

"I firmly oppose these shameless refugees from treating Guxiang Town as their home. They will bring misfortune to the town!"

……

And so on and so forth are all in these letters.

Yingxia didn’t know whether Guxiang Town would be unfortunate, but she knew that she was unfortunate now.

Ever since she took in those refugees decades ago, the number of letters on her desk has increased, most of which are accusing her of her decision.

Even though she went door to door patiently explaining the reasons, everyone was quite receptive to what she said and understood her good intentions, which made her feel a lot more at ease.

At first, their presence was welcomed and people would actively show goodwill to them, but the good times didn't last long and soon people started targeting them in every way.

The success behind the scenes is thanks to her own son. If it weren't for him, after these refugees settled in Guxiang Town, he would have constantly made things difficult for them, angered them, and framed them for stealing every now and then.

He ruined the good impression of those people just by talking.

As time went on, everyone had more opinions about this group of people, and gradually more and more envelopes appeared on her desk.

There was no surprise when she opened the envelopes. As she expected, they were all messages telling them to get rid of them.

Whether one is educated or uneducated, or cannot write, the meaning can be accurately conveyed through painting.

Thank you so much for their hard work.

She can now recite these words by heart.

My eyes hurt from looking at it.

He slammed the envelope in his hand heavily on the table.

He rubbed his temples with a tired look on his face, muttering to himself: "No one can make me worry less..."

When will this day end?

"Ugh……"

Yingxia didn't know how many times she sighed every day. She didn't want to read these letters anymore and planned to go back to her room to rest.

As she stood up, she saw her personal maid come in and tell Yingxia the truth: "Mayor, the young master can't bear not eating or drinking today. He said he knows he was wrong. Please open the door and he wants to come to you to admit his mistake."

Yingxia was incredulous and repeated herself as if to confirm: "Admitting his mistake? He said that himself."

The maid also understood the young master's temper. She trotted over and helped the mayor up as they walked out the door. "It's absolutely true. The gatekeeper just told me. We heard with our own ears that the young master went from being unconvinced to threatening, and then from begging for mercy to admitting his fault. I heard that the young master's admission of fault was quite sincere."

The maid who was supporting her felt her pace slow down and looked a little reluctant, thinking that she had not slept well during this period of time because of punishing the young master.

He opened his mouth tentatively and said, "Mayor, why don't you go to the young master's courtyard and take a look? Maybe the young master really knows his mistake. You have never punished him like this before. He has had nothing to eat or drink for almost half a month. When he is hungry, he only drinks water. Who can stand it for a long time? The young master must be feeling bad right now."

After stopping, Ying Xia's heart finally softened: "I'll go see him. Ask the kitchen to make something that the young master likes and send it to him."

"Okay! I'll go right away!" After instructing the maid, Yingxia walked towards Fengfeng's courtyard.

I hope he has really learned his lesson and doesn't make the same mistake again.

When they arrived at Fengfeng Courtyard, they asked the two gatekeepers to unlock the door and let them leave the courtyard.

When I entered the room, I saw Feng Feng lying on the bed, holding his stomach. There was a thin layer of sweat on his face, and it was aching slightly.

Yingxia looked at her son whom she had spoiled since he was a child. It would be a lie to say that she didn't feel sorry for him, but how could he dare to do such a thing as killing someone!

"Do you know you're wrong?" Yingxia only dared to let her son go after she heard him admit his mistake in person.

Feng Feng didn't even have the strength to get out of bed. He struggled to open his eyes, but his weak tone softened Ying Xia's heart. "Mom, I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have targeted Wen Li and the others all the time, nor should I have treated those refugees like thorns in my side and made things difficult for them."

Yingxia took out her handkerchief and squatted beside the bed to wipe his sweat. "Why do you have to suffer so much before you know where you're wrong? From childhood to adulthood, when have I not listened to you and thought about you? Why don't you listen to me and insist on having your own way?"

"When will you truly grow up...sigh."

Feng Feng lay in Yingxia's arms, apologizing continuously in a coquettish manner and reflecting on his mistakes. Yingxia didn't want to lock him in the room any longer. She was the one who felt sorry for him if he became sick from hunger.

Just then, a maid came over with dinner and some medicinal soup: "Young Master, this medicinal soup is for your stomach. You must be feeling uncomfortable after not eating for half a month. Also, all the dishes on this table are your favorites. The mayor specially asked me to prepare them."

Yingxia helped Feng Feng out of bed. "Let's go. Let's eat first. Don't let hunger make you sick. And don't act impulsively from now on. Remember that?"

Feng Feng nodded obediently and sensibly: "Mom, I remember this. I won't target anyone again in the future. I will definitely get along well with them."

The dinner was peaceful, and the mother and son had a heart-to-heart talk. It was not until the evening that Yingxia left Fengfeng's courtyard and returned to her room to rest.

Perhaps it was because his son had become more sensible and polite, treating everyone equally. When he saw someone making things difficult for refugees, he would stand up to stop them and speak for them.

These were scenes she had dreamed of.

In this way, the days passed one by one, and the people from both sides of Guxiang Town gradually got along more harmoniously. The envelopes on her desk were visibly decreasing every day, which was also thanks to Feng Feng. Yingxia praised him for his good work more than once.

As expected, she gave birth to him!

Feng Feng is the pride of her life.

A year passed like this, and Guxiang Town was filled with peace and warmth. There was no intrigue and no jealousy when people met each other. It was like a new town.

Yingxia looked at the changes in Guxiang Town. Even the wrinkles on her face had decreased, and she looked more energetic.

night--

Feng Feng knocked on Yingxia's door with dinner.

A smile spread out: "Mom, don't read the letter. You've been busy until this hour. I made some food in the kitchen. Come and try it."

Yingxia put down the letter in her hand, walked over and saw the table full of dishes. She was so happy inside: "Did you make all these?"

Feng Feng took her hand and sat down, eagerly giving her a piece of meat with his chopsticks: "Of course, this is my first time cooking, if it doesn't taste good, you can't be disgusted by me."

I noticed several burn marks on the back of his hand, and I believed his words without a doubt. I was so moved that I picked up the chopsticks and ate the meat.

After swallowing it, he looked up and said with a smile: "My son's cooking skills are good. He made such delicious food for the first time. It's not too salty or too bland, and the taste is just right."

Feng Feng's smile persisted as he continued to put food into Yingxia's bowl. "I cook this for Mom, so it has to be delicious before it's served on the table. Mom, if it tastes good, eat more. Don't let my hard work go to waste."

"Hahaha, I will definitely not let you down!"

After finishing the last bite of the braised pork, Yingxia felt sleepy: "Why do I feel so sleepy...? My head hurts too."

Feng Feng quickly put down his chopsticks and supported his mother who was about to collapse: "Mom, are you okay? Are you feeling a little uncomfortable after reading the letter for so long and not eating anything today?"

Yingxia didn't think too much about it and agreed, "That should be it. I'll go lie down on the bed for a while. Feng'er, you should go back to your room and rest. Today's dinner is the most delicious meal I've ever had."

He fell asleep as soon as he lay down. Feng Feng looked at Yingxia's closed eyes and patted her arm: "Mom, mom? Are you asleep?"

Seeing that the person on the bed did not respond, Feng Feng turned around and left Yingxia's room, went back to his own room and lay down to sleep.

The next morning -

The anxious sounds from the mansion echoed throughout the town.

"Mayor, Mayor! Wake up!!!"

"What the hell is going on? The mayor was fine yesterday, so why is he vomiting blood today?"

"Who killed the mayor?! Do you have any humanity left?"