Chapter 40: Like it, wife.

Before dawn, Shang Youqing left Pingzhuang Mental Hospital and specifically found several creatures near the He family's old house to inquire about relevant information.

The result was quite different from what she had expected.

He Cong was sent to Pingzhuang Mental Hospital five years ago. Before entering the mental hospital, He Cong was the eldest grandson and the most preferred successor of the head of the He family, Mr. He.

He Cong has been an excellent student since childhood and has won numerous domestic and international awards and gold medals. Especially among the young masters of the same generation as Bindao, He Cong is one of the top ones and is always the first one to be mentioned by the elders.

But it was such a privileged and noble young master of a noble family who was involved in two murders within the family five years ago and was eventually sent to the remote Pingzhuang Mental Hospital in the mountains by his biological father.

And in just five years, he turned into a foolish teenager.

Affected by Typhoon Wuze last night, the only road in and out of the mountainous area had many trees fallen and several electric poles knocked down, leaving the entire road in a mess. When the government sent people to repair it, they looked with some surprise at the row of standing palm trees in Pingzhuang Mental Hospital not far away.

"It's really strange. Many houses and trees nearby have collapsed, but this mental hospital looks intact. Not even a tree has fallen..."

Shang Youqing checked all the relevant events that needed to be checked. When he returned to Pingzhuang Mental Hospital that afternoon, he heard from afar several nurses in the corridor rushing to He Cong's ward.

"What should I do? I just received news that the old man of the He family is going to visit that stupid young master tomorrow. Why would the good old man He come to visit him for no reason? Hasn't he already become an abandoned child of the He family?"

"What you said is true. When the young master was normal, he was already loved by Mr. He. If he hadn't experienced those bad things, he would have been trained as the successor long ago. Why would it be the turn of other young people in the He family—"

"Oh, let's not talk about this for now. Mr. He suddenly had the urge to come visit He Cong, but He Cong was just... whipped two days ago. The marks on his arm are so obvious. What if Mr. He sees it and blames him?"

"First, change He Cong into some thick clothes, and then change everything in his ward. We'll ask the dean for help with the rest later!"

As they were talking, the head nurse who was walking in front opened the door of the ward first. She was frightened by He Cong standing inside the door and almost stumbled. She couldn't help but curse -

"He, Master He, what are you doing standing here at the door like an idiot?!"

He Cong didn't look at her. He stood there motionless and straight, staring intently at the direction outside the door: "Waiting for my wife."

"What the hell?"

The head nurse thought the idiot young master was just talking nonsense again, so she walked around him and started arranging for people to change everything that needed to be changed in the ward. Only after the ward was redecorated and looked brand new did she feel a little relieved.

Looking back, He Cong was still standing at the door without moving.

The head nurse sneered, took a package of new clothes from the staff next to her, and deliberately walked to the door to block He Cong's view outside. She kept a smile on her face and coaxed him in a gentle voice.

"Master He, these are the new clothes the He family bought for you. Why don't you go change them first?"

He Cong shook his head.

The head nurse's expression suddenly changed. "Don't change? If Master He doesn't change his clothes, I'll call the director to give you an injection!"

When He Cong heard the word "injection", his eyelashes trembled slightly and he pursed his lips, obviously afraid. He didn't say a word for a long time, and finally reached out his hand, hugged the piece of clothes, and walked back to the ward with his head down.

The head nurse was satisfied and took everyone away.

As a result, when he turned around and entered the stairwell, his foot somehow missed the mark and he fell down the stairs unexpectedly.

"Ah! Help!"

"Head nurse, what's wrong with you?"

Shang Youqing walked leisurely towards the ward amid the sounds of painful howling and panic in the stairwell, opened the door, and closed it.

She paced to the outside of the bathroom, leaned against the wall with her hands folded, and looked at the tall and long-legged boy standing at the washbasin, with his head lowered. He endured the pain of the fabric of his clothes rubbing against the wound on his arm, and put the cloth over his head with great difficulty.

Halfway through putting on the clothes, Shang Youqing couldn't bear it anymore, so he walked over, reached out from behind him and touched the boy's face covered by the clothes, pressing his clear facial features through the layer of sweater fabric.

The boy's breathing hitched, and he reached out his hand, touching her warm and cool fingers, and whispered, "Wife."

Shang Youqing indulged him and let him carefully grab his fingers and rub and touch them to confirm.

After waiting for a long time, Shang Youqing slowly put his fingers into the collar of the sweater, pulled down the collar bit by bit, revealing the boy's messy hair.

Her fingertips caressed the boy's pale cheeks again, and she gently tickled his jaw like she was teasing a dog. "Why are you so stupid? You don't even know how to put on clothes?"

The boy didn't react at all, just staring at her without blinking, his eyes were dark and bright, very beautiful.

It really does look like a puppy.

Shang Youqing: "Show me your hands."

The boy obediently placed his hand on hers.

Shang Youqing lifted his arm and examined it. Not only were there whip wounds, but there were also bruises and pinch marks, and fine needle marks...

Shang Youqing's fingers moved over the wounds, large and small. She was about to use her spiritual energy to heal the wounds, but suddenly changed her mind. She gently pulled down the boy's sleeves and looked up. Seeing that the fool was still looking down at her, she couldn't help but chuckle, "Haven't you seen enough?"

The boy's fingers gently touched hers and held them, his dark eyes glued to hers as he said, "I like it."

The curve of Shang Youqing's lips deepened a little, "What do you like?"

"Wife."

He Cong repeated, pronouncing each word accurately, "I like it, wife."

Shang Youqing raised his eyebrows, as if to test the truth of his words, and put his hand under the hem of his sweater.

Regardless of the expression on the boy's face, he openly touched his taut waist and abdomen, and tried to touch the lower side of his ribs with spiritual power, but as expected, the spiritual power bounced back.

Shang Youqing couldn't help but sigh. It really wasn't that simple. He still had to wait for this idiot to return to normal.

When he raised his eyes again, the boy's originally fair face gradually turned red. His eyes were wet from being touched by her. He was biting his thin lips and breathing slightly, looking like he was about to be broken by her.

"puppy?"

He Cong's eyes were misty. He grabbed her wrist as she was about to pull it out from under her sweater and retorted in a muffled voice, "It's not a puppy."

Shang Youqing deliberately provoked him, "I think so."