Chapter 41 Wife, give me a reward.
He Cong opened his mouth anxiously, as if he didn't know how to prove that he was not a puppy, and quickly closed it again.
He looked like a good dog who was humiliated in front of his wife but dared not get angry or say anything.
Shang Youqing teased the dog for a while before bringing him back to his bedside and getting down to business: "I just heard outside, is your grandfather coming to see you tomorrow?"
He Cong lowered his eyes and stopped talking.
Shang Youqing twisted his chin with his fingers and asked seriously, "Can I help you get back to the He family?"
He Cong was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
"No, don't go back."
"Why don't you go back? Do you want to stay here forever, being beaten, fed all kinds of drugs, and treated like a mental patient?"
He Cong was silent again.
Shang Youqing slowly pressed his thumb against the corner of the boy's lips, then traced a circle along his thin, lighter lips. He reached inside and slowly fiddled with his moist lips and teeth for a while, saying, "I don't like disobedient dogs."
He Cong was stunned, letting Shang Youqing stand on the edge of the bed and play with his lips and teeth. Not only did his breathing become disordered, but his ears soon turned red. He mumbled, "I'll be obedient."
Shang Youqing chuckled, pulled out his fingers, and gently wiped his face with them. "Listen carefully to what I say next. Remember it carefully, okay?"
He Cong looked at her slender light pink fingers, couldn't help swallowing, and nodded.
Shang Youqing briefly explained what he needed to do and then instructed him, "When you see Mr. He tomorrow, you will do as I just said. Remember?"
He Cong nodded slowly.
Shang Youqing reached out and touched his head. "If you complete the task, I will give you a reward."
The boy's eyes lit up again, and he nodded vigorously several times without even asking her what the reward was.
The next day, the head of the He family, Mr. He, indeed came to Pingzhuang Mental Hospital.
This time, Mr. He only brought two trusted subordinates with him and did not tell anyone. Even so, when they arrived at Pingzhuang Mental Hospital, the director and everyone else were on high alert and did not dare to slack off at all.
"A Cong...how are things going lately?"
Old Master He walked into the courtyard slowly, leaning on a black cane. He looked around at the relatively comfortable and quiet environment. After listening to a few words from Dean Xu next to him, he directly asked about He Cong's recent situation.
This typhoon caused severe damage to many parts of Bindao Island. When Mr. He read the news, he immediately thought of his eldest grandson who was also recuperating in the Pingzhuang mountain area within the typhoon's orbit...
Despite such a big incident, after all, the eldest grandson whom he had watched grow up and trained as the successor several times, Grandpa He was still worried about him. He came to Pingzhuang in person without telling other people in the He family.
Dean Xu replied respectfully, "In response to Mr. He, Young Master He is still the same as before. He is emotionally unstable and needs someone to watch over him at all times."
When Mr. He heard this, his expression became more serious.
Dean Xu was just about to lead Mr. He to He Cong's renovated ward when a young man's voice suddenly rang out from across the lawn.
"grandfather."
Old Master He paused for several seconds and turned around. A thin and pale young man was huddled on a vine trellis on the lawn not far away, staring at him with a pair of cold eyes.
Mr. He's hand holding the cane trembled, and he walked over with red eyes.
Dean Xu glanced at the people behind him nervously and asked in a low voice, "Why isn't Young Master He in the ward?"
"No, I don't know. When I went to check on the ward just now, Master He was still in the ward. How come he suddenly came down here..."
Dean Xu didn't have time to listen to them shirking responsibility, so he could only follow them.
Grandpa He walked up to He Cong and couldn't help asking, "A Cong, did you recognize Grandpa just now?"
He Cong lowered his eyes and nodded.
Old Man He always remembered that in the five years since He Cong was sent to Pingzhuang, he would take time out every year to visit his eldest grandson several times, but in the past, He Cong was always unwilling to pay attention to the people of the He family. He always sat quietly in a corner, daydreaming, carving stones, or talking to himself to the plants around him.
Every time Grandpa He saw this, he felt distressed and regretful, because this was once his proudest grandson.
This time, when he unexpectedly heard He Cong calling him, Mr. He felt extremely relieved and took the initiative to reach out his hand to pull He Cong up. However, as soon as his hand touched He Cong's arm, He Cong's hand trembled and immediately curled up.
"A Cong, what's wrong? What's wrong with your hand?"
Dean Xu quickly came forward with his men, "Mr. He, it might be because it's cold outside. I'll have someone take Young Master He back to the ward—"
Old Master He lowered his voice and said "get out of the way", and pulled up He Cong's sleeve worriedly to take a look. After seeing the shocking new and old scars on He Cong's arms, Old Master He's majestic and solemn face suddenly became gloomy.
"Is this how you take care of my grandson?"
Dean Xu's face turned pale, and he tried to step forward to explain, but was stopped by Mr. He's trusted subordinate.
When Mr. He was about to take He Cong away from Pingzhuang Mental Hospital, He Cong's father He Qizhou received the news and rushed over urgently.
"Dad, where are you taking Ah Cong?"
Old Master He pointed at him and angrily scolded him, "How dare you bring that up? Didn't you say Acong was recuperating in Pingzhuang? Look at how Acong has been tortured! As a father, you've left Acong alone now that you have a new wife, right?"
"Dad, what are you talking about? Acong is my son, how could I not care about him!" He Qizhou quickly glanced at the scars on He Cong's arm, frowned and said, "I guess a few caregivers saw that the He family was not around and deliberately bullied Acong. How about this, Dad, I'll fire all the caregivers who took care of Acong and replace them with new ones--"
"No need!" Old Master He interrupted him, "A Cong, come back to the He family with me!"
"Dad, haven't you forgotten why Acong was sent to Pingzhuang?" He Qizhou saw that Old Man He was indeed wavering, and immediately said, "Acong is not well yet. If we just rashly bring him back to the He family, what will the other members of the He family think? What if someone dies by accident..."
Old Master He turned his head to look at the silent boy. His grip on the boy's thin wrist loosened a little, and his eyes flickered slightly.
He Qizhou continued to persuade, "It was indeed my negligence this time. I immediately arranged for someone to help Acong——"
"Replace all of Acong's attending physicians. The new physicians will be selected by me personally." Grandpa He said coldly.
He Qizhou wanted to say something but stopped himself, but thinking that this was better than asking the old man to take the person back like that, he had to bite the bullet and agree.
Grandpa He looked back at He Cong, who was in a daze again, with a rather heavy and helpless expression. After a long while, he said, "A Cong, you must take good care of yourself. When you recover, Grandpa will definitely take you home, okay?"
He Cong looked down at the old man's hand that was gently patting the back of his hand. After a long while, he finally said, "Yeah."
Soon He Cong was sent back to the ward.
The difference is that this time, because of Grandpa He's order, all the caregivers around He Cong were replaced by people arranged by Grandpa He, and the new doctor has not arrived yet.
He Cong's injuries were treated seriously, and he was taken for many examinations throughout the day.
He Cong was very cooperative at first, but as time went on, he didn't see his wife appear, and he became more and more anxious, repeating "Go back to the room, go back to the room"...
The people below thought that Young Master He was ill again, so they did not force him to go for another examination at this critical moment. They had to send him back to the ward and wait for the new doctor found by Old Master He to come.
So no one expected that a whole night would pass and He Cong would stand at the door holding a blanket, waiting.
It was not until early the next morning that the door of the ward was reopened.
He Cong seemed stunned, looking at his wife who appeared outside the door in a white coat.
The assistant who was following him saw the young man standing there so early in the morning. He was stunned for a moment before introducing him, "Young Master He? This is the doctor Mr. He specially invited from Beijing. This is Dr. Fu Ying. From now on, Dr. Fu will be responsible for treating Young Master He."
Shang Youqing tilted his head slightly and said a few words to his assistant. The assistant nodded in agreement and hurriedly took the report and went out.
Soon, Shang Youqing and He Cong were the only ones left in the ward.
Shang Youqing's gaze was as if it had substance as he examined the young man. "You didn't sleep all night? You just waited for me at the door?"
He Cong seemed to have just come to his senses. He pursed his lips, hugged his blanket without saying a word, returned to the edge of the bed, hugged his legs, and looked out the window with a bitter and resentful look.
Shang Youqing walked over slowly. "Okay, I admit, I came back a little late because I went to Beijing. I tried to get back as early as possible in the morning."
As she spoke, she gently pushed down the leg he was holding, then stood up and sat on his legs. She raised her hand and rubbed the back of his neck, looking at him like a puppy, "So, don't be angry anymore, okay?"
He Cong groaned, his waist and abdomen tensed, as if he was being clamped by her knees and legs.
The boy's ears turned red, and he leaned on the side of the bed and waited for a long time, but still didn't get what he wanted.
Then, as if he couldn't help it, he raised his head and reminded her in a muffled voice: "My wife said that if you complete the task, you will give me a reward."
Shang Youqing didn't expect that this fool would ask for a reward. Just when he wanted to ask him what reward he wanted,
The next second, the boy took her hand and placed it on the spot where she had held it before. Then, his eyes moist and red, he looked at her and repeated the word, "Reward."
Shang Youqing glanced down, his eyes slightly raised. He couldn't help but patted his hand lightly, but he didn't seem angry. Instead, every word sounded like it was biting him, lazy and seductive. "Little pervert."
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