Chapter 43 My wife bullies me.
He Cong's biological father, He Qizhou, sent a subordinate over, saying that He Qizhou missed his eldest son but was busy with official business, so he specially prepared expensive nutritional supplements and asked his subordinate to deliver them.
Shang Youqing was in his office making a training schedule for He Cong for tomorrow. After listening to the subordinate's words, he calmly glanced at the so-called nutritional supplements on the table. There were a total of fifteen special injections neatly arranged in a gift box.
On the other side of the table was a metal box that the subordinate had just opened, filled with a heavy box of money.
The subordinate smiled meaningfully at her and said, "Doctor Fu, as long as you cooperate well and don't let Mr. He see the examination reports like the ones from the past few days, Mr. He will be able to give you more benefits in the future."
Shang Youqing looked at the box of gold, his fingers sliding across it slowly, "So, Mr. He doesn't want Young Master He to get better."
Seeing her actions, the subordinate thought she was moved and said with a smile, "Doctor Fu, the He family's affairs are not something outsiders like us can guess. You just need to do what Director He tells you to do."
"What do you think would happen if I handed these two boxes over to Mr. He?"
The subordinate's expression changed upon hearing this, but he quickly lowered his voice and said, "Doctor Fu, I must remind you of one thing. The He family is huge, and there are many people who regard He Cong as a thorn in their side. I have never shown my face in front of Mr. He, so naturally no one knows that I am Mr. He's subordinate. So, even if you take these things to Mr. He, do you think he will be able to find out who is behind this in a short time?"
Shang Youqing nodded repeatedly in agreement, "What you said does make sense."
"So, has Doctor Fu thought it through?"
Shang Youqing helped close the box and said, "Alright, I appreciate Mr. He's kindness, but you should take the things back."
"Doctor Fu, are you sure you want to refuse?" The subordinate narrowed his eyes. "Or I can remind Doctor Fu in another way. There will be no good consequences if you offend Mr. He."
Shang Youqing's face remained calm and composed: "Then I'm looking forward to it."
The subordinate stared at her for a moment, and finally snorted coldly, then left with the box.
Not long after the people arranged by He Qizhou left Pingzhuang Mental Hospital, Shang Youqing received a call from Secretary Gao.
Shang Youqing originally thought that Secretary Gao was here to inform her of the time when Mr. He would come over, but Secretary Gao informed her apologetically on the phone that Mr. He had originally planned to come over to visit Young Master He Cong in the next two days, but unfortunately the child of the second son of the He family was injured while skiing abroad, and Mr. He was worried about him, so he went over there first.
Shang Youqing said "it's okay" on the phone and his face turned cold after he hung up.
It's easy to guess who's behind this.
When she returned to the ward, the daily training program hanging on the wall had reached the third-to-last item. He Cong was sitting at the desk with his head slightly lowered, quietly writing the project plan she had assigned him to do regarding Bindao Port Trade.
This is also the new daily training program that Shang Youqing has recently added to He Cong.
He Cong was smarter than she thought, especially after she had fed him and he became healthier. Although he was still a little afraid of noisy and crowded environments, and was still a little slow in reaction and not good at communicating with people other than her, he always completed most of the tasks she assigned him well.
Shang Youqing calmly came behind He Cong and read He Cong's latest port project plan. After reading it, he felt deeply moved.
He is worthy of being the successor that Mr. He carefully selected at the beginning.
It’s no wonder that those people in the He family were afraid of him and refused to let him go even after he was locked up in a mental hospital.
She was just thinking about it when she saw He Cong suddenly stop writing, and his originally even and calm breathing became a little disordered.
She leaned behind the back of his chair, her hand tracing from his neck all the way to his collar, playing with his beautiful collarbone, "Why don't you write anymore?"
He Cong's thin muscles undulated slightly as he was touched, and his voice trembled a little.
"Wife, my ears are itchy."
Shang Youqing ignored him and continued to play with the boy while gently biting the tip of his slightly red ear and urging him, "Pick up the pen and write a letter to your grandfather."
He Cong obediently picked up the pen, straightened his back, and wrote every word Shang Youqing said into the letter.
He almost shook his hand several times, and Shang Youqing bit his ear harder as if to punish him, turning it red. "Try shaking it again."
He Cong was afraid that his wife would be angry, so he had to bite his thin lips and tighten his wrist holding the pen, not daring to shake it again until he finished writing the letter.
Shang Youqing's slender fingers turned the boy's head and saw that his face was flushed and the corners of his eyes were filled with moisture. Shang Youqing couldn't help laughing at the sight, "Why is he so pitiful?"
He Cong pursed his lips and said, "My wife bullies me."
Shang Youqing stopped teasing him. She put He Cong's letter and the port project plan into an envelope and told him, "When your grandfather comes back next week and receives this letter, he will definitely arrange for someone to pick you up to attend his birthday party. He Cong, I will let you officially return to the He family at this birthday party."
He Cong didn't know whether he understood or not. He stared at her with his eyes fixed on her and said, "I listen to you, my wife."
"Be good." Shang Youqing sat on his lap as usual, holding the back of his head with both hands and rubbing it. "But before that, I need to take you to the city to get used to being in crowded places in advance."
He Cong had been hugging her slender waist obediently as usual, but upon hearing this, he immediately shook his head in resistance and muttered, "No."
Shang Youqing's hand slid down and rested on the back of his neck, glancing at him calmly: "Didn't you say you would listen to your wife?"
He Cong hugged her waist anxiously, "But, I just don't want it..."
"snort."
Shang Youqing snorted indifferently, pushed his dog paw away, stood up from his legs, pretended to be angry and walked to the window, folded his hands and glanced out the window coldly.
In a moment, the boy followed.
He Cong approached cautiously from behind, sniffing like a puppy, holding her thin, fair skin on the back of her neck with his thin lips, biting it gently, and licking it with a hint of flattery and grievance, "Wife, don't be angry."
The next second, Shang Youqing turned around, raised his hand, hooked his neck and pulled him towards him, "You bad dog, you even learned to seduce your wife?"
He Cong hummed softly, then took Shang Youqing in his arms and lifted her up face to face. He looked at her with burning eyes and retorted in a low voice, "Not a bad dog."
Shang Youqing simply let him press himself against the window, and leisurely placed a few fingers on the back of his neck and scratched it vaguely, "What kind of dog is that?"
He Cong pursed his thin lips straightly, his voice deep and serious: "He is a good dog for my wife."
After saying that, the good dog kissed his wife’s soft lips hard.
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