Chapter 23: Are you still proud that my wife broke your leg?

Shang You's amber phoenix eyes soaked in mist became even redder, and she chirped softly. Seeing that her mother's fingers were red from being pecked by her, she trembled her little wings and hugged her mother's fingers, rubbed them with her fluffy head, and chirped briefly.

Shang Youqing touched the little plush ball in her arms and said, "It doesn't hurt. Mommy knows it wasn't intentional."

"Chiu..."

Shang You gasped, his little tail feathers were still burning with pain, but he did not forget to hold his mother's fingers tightly and lick them again and again, fearing that his mother would feel pain too.

Shang Youqing was still patiently combing the burnt and messy tail feathers of the little phoenix baby over and over again, knowing that the baby cared about this. Whenever he saw the edge of the tail feathers about to be burnt and curled up, his fingertips wrapped in spiritual power would patiently and carefully smooth out each thin and soft feather.

Until the little phoenix baby gradually fell asleep.

That morning, we finally arrived in Beijing.

Mu Weiting's confidant drove over and took them to the base of the 57th Research Institute.

Shang Youqing was always concerned about the little guy in his arms. Even if Shang You's feathers shook slightly in his sleep, he would carefully check and observe them, for fear that any other accidents would happen.

Mu Weiting sat next to her. Seeing that she had been tense all the way and still couldn't relax, he finally couldn't help but call out to her, "You Qing, take a break."

Shang Youqing raised his head slightly and glanced at the road signs outside the car window, only then did he realize that the car was heading towards the research institute.

A subtle sense of strangeness suddenly surged in her heart, and she tilted her head and asked, "Brother, you are not going to tell me that the human I slept with is now in your research institute, right?"

Mu Weiting turned his elegant and handsome face towards her. Upon hearing this, the corners of his lips twitched slightly and he said, "Of course not. You'll know when you get there."

…

Changci Temple.

Outside the Buddhist temple, Yu Zhu hung up the phone and looked inside with a hint of caution and uneasiness.

He Cong was wearing a dark black Zen-style mid-length trench coat of Chinese cut. He stood tall and steady as he stood quietly in the Buddhist temple.

A whole morning had passed, and He Cong was still standing in the Buddhist hall, staring with a stern look at the compassionate Buddha statue in front of him that was saving all living beings, without moving from beginning to end.

After Yu Zhugang talked to the housekeeper Chen on the phone and learned what happened in Yanyuan last night, he knew that Mr. He's abnormal behavior was probably caused by missing Mrs. He too much. He became even more alert and did not dare to slack off at this critical juncture.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally, He Cong walked out, went down the steps of the Buddhist temple, and got into the car with a cold smell of burning incense.

Yu Zhu followed and sat in the passenger seat, ready to postpone the trip and instruct the driver to drive back to Yanyuan. But the next second, Mr. He, who was sitting in the back seat, buttoned up his cuffs as if nothing had happened and said calmly, "Let's go straight to the banquet."

Yu Zhu was stunned for a moment, then said "yes" and asked the driver to turn around and go directly to "Ximan".

This was an itinerary that had been planned in advance. Today was the engagement party for the daughter of the famous Li family in Bindao. As the new head of the He family, He Cong was naturally on the invitation list.

And unlike those ordinary younger generations who were invited, He Cong was invited by the old man of the Li family himself, so He Cong naturally could not let the old man of the Li family down.

After arriving at the Ximan Banquet Hall, where many celebrities gathered, melodious and magnificent symphonies had already begun to sound from the dance floor. Such an important occasion naturally attracted many people to take this opportunity to get to know several major families and seek political and business cooperation.

In the past, in such a world of fame and fortune, He Cong would deal with it indifferently.

But he was obviously in a bad mood today. Several guests who were unaware of the situation boldly came to him to seek cooperation. He Cong just sat at the first seat arranged for him at the banquet, his eyes slightly lowered, a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads wrapped around his slender and well-proportioned finger joints, and said, "Let's do it another time" in a dull tone. It was obvious that he had no intention of discussing cooperation at this time.

But those people rarely had the chance to meet Mr. He, so they were not willing to let this opportunity go easily. They were reckless and approached He Cong with the project book. "Mr. He, please take a look first. I promise I won't delay you too much -"

Before he finished speaking, He Cong stopped fiddling with the bracelet and raised his eyes.

"Whose family are you from?"

One of them was about to answer with a look of joy when he heard He Cong ask the question, but was pulled away by the other two. Both of them were instantly frightened by the look in the eyes of the head of the He family and broke out in cold sweats. They realized belatedly that something was wrong, and hurriedly apologized and pulled their people away.

The noisy music at the banquet made people increasingly annoyed. After the engagement ceremony at the banquet ended, He Cong once again brought gifts to congratulate the Li family, giving the old man of the Li family enough face, and then got up and left.

As soon as I walked to the terrace outside the banquet hall, an uninvited guest came towards me.

Ji Huaizhuo stopped him with a smile, "Long time no see, President He."

He Cong parked at the side of the terrace, his expression expressionless, "Young Master Ji, is there something wrong?"

"Of course I have. A while ago, the Ji family's Weiye port was investigated. It wasn't a big deal, but it kept me busy for several days. I only just found time to come and attend the engagement party for the daughter of the Li family."

He Cong glanced at his watch impatiently, "Are you done?"

Seeing that He Cong turned around and left without any interest in listening to his nonsense, Ji Huaizhuo chuckled, the red wine in his hand swaying slightly. He lowered his eyes to look at the wine dripping from the wall of the glass, and spoke slowly.

"He Cong, when you had the car accident that year, it was said that if you weren't careful, you could have been eaten alive by those who were fighting for power in the He family. But Fu Ying wasn't by your side at that time. You didn't know that she actually came to see me."

As expected, He Cong paused for a moment after hearing these words. He was silent for a moment, then turned around, his dark eyes revealing a clear mockery: "Why, you're still proud of having your legs nearly crippled by my wife, right?"

Ji Huaizhuo's expression changed slightly, but he soon smiled again, "Alright, it's not impossible for Mr. He to comfort himself in this way."

He Cong had always been unwilling to suffer the slightest loss when it came to matters concerning his wife. Upon hearing this, he sneered again, "If you don't understand what I'm trying to do, then don't try to stir up trouble. Do you really think my wife would be interested in any piece of trash?"

Ji Huaizhuo narrowed his eyes. "Then if I tell you that Fuying gave me a gift before she died, Mr. He would be interested, right?"

The bright lights from the banquet reflected, making the fountain pool under the terrace sparkle. He Cong slowly stepped forward, the cold light cutting across his angular profile. He stared at the person in front of him. The murderous rage that had been suppressed for many years was still dormant under his deep and cold eyes, eager to break out.

But he was finally brought back to his senses by the Buddha amulet swaying gently with his steps around his neck. He just smiled coldly and calmly: "It's just a mere He Chengsheng, and yet Young Master Ji mobilized so many troops. You said Fuying gave you a gift, so I have to believe you?"

Ji Huaizhuo raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect He Cong to guess his purpose so quickly. He raised his lips calmly: "Mr. He doesn't believe it?"

Facing the cool breeze blowing from the terrace, He Cong chuckled lazily: "Do you think that my wife has never given me good things, or do you think that what she gave me is not enough or good enough for me to be interested in your junk?"

Ji Huaizhuo smiled stiffly, and it was obvious that he could no longer maintain that fake smile. He said with a forced smile, "Mr. He, are you sure you don't want to know?"

"Keep it for yourself, Ji Shao. After all, you can only be a gutter rat who is obsessed with other people's wives."

He Cong said this indifferently, and without the patience to listen to any more nonsense from him, he turned and left.

…

at the same time.

Beijing, 57 research institutes.

"Youqing, we're here."

Mu Weiting's voice rang out, causing Shang Youqing, who was almost asleep leaning against the car window, to open his eyes suddenly.

Afraid of waking up the baby buried under his clothes, Shang Youqing responded in a low voice, gently picked up Shang You, who was curled up like a little furry ball, and followed Mu Weiting out of the car.

On the way, they met a few people coming out of the base. When they saw Mu Weiting, they called him "Professor Mu" respectfully.

Mu Weiting nodded, led Shang Youqing into one of the buildings, and used the key to enter the upper floor of the elevator.

Mu Weiting asked Shang Youqing to go into a lounge, "Youqing, wait here for me, I'll go get the things out."

"good."

Shang Youqing watched Mu Weiting put on white protective clothing, walk to the end of the corridor, and enter a cold storage that looked like some kind of experiment.

About ten minutes later, Mu Weiting came back as expected, looking cold and holding a tube of transparent medicine in his white-gloved hand.

There was a drop of bright red blood in the transparent potion.

Shang Youqing understood what it was in an instant. When she took it from Mu Weiting, the glass tube was still emitting cold air.

As soon as the potion was cut open, the little phoenix baby, who was originally lying dazed in Shang Youqing's arms, immediately seemed to smell the much-needed family blood. Almost instinctively, it spread its two small wings and fluttered into Shang Youqing's hands with a chirping sound.

Then, he buried his little head and licked the drop of blood that Shang Youqing poured out.

Mu Weiting took out a newly opened syringe and wanted to draw some blood from her to feed to Shang You.

But Shang Youqing thought it was in the way, so she just lowered her head, bit her finger, and fed it to her baby.

Little Fengchu immediately held her finger and sucked it obediently.

After a few seconds, the small tail feathers that were originally burnt and curled up were straightened up again and spread out, emitting a faint golden glow.

Shang Youqing clearly saw the changes in the little phoenix baby in his palm in an instant.

This means that the tube of medicine with a drop of blood that Mu Weiting gave her, that is, the drop of blood that was just fed to Shang You, indeed came from Shang You's biological father.

For a moment, Shang Youqing felt as if his heart was being squeezed heavily by something, and an indescribable emotion surged up.

She raised her eyes, holding the empty potion, looked at Mu Weiting and asked.

"Brother, whose blood is this?"