Chapter 47 Pregnant with Phoenix
In a VIP box booked in advance, Shang Youqing met the seemingly elegant young master of the Ji family.
Ji Huaizhuo was an eloquent speaker. After several exchanges, Shang Youqing felt relieved when he learned that it was He Qizhou who was contacting the Ji family.
She told Ji Huaizhuo directly, "I also made some inquiries before coming here. Young Master Ji loves his sister very much and has the power to decide your sister's marriage in the Ji family."
"So I came here to personally remind Master Ji that even if He Qizhou later intends to arrange a marriage between He Cong and the Ji family, that is only He Qizhou's unilateral wish. In order to avoid affecting your sister's reputation, Master Ji can directly refuse the relevant invitation."
Shang Youqing had said this, so Ji Huaizhuo naturally heard some of the hidden meaning. He nodded slowly and responded gently.
"I see. Thank you, Doctor Fu, for your reminder."
He looked at Shang Youqing who was sitting opposite him. She was wearing a light-colored woolen sweater and had a thin and slender figure. The soft yellow light mist that came in through the arched window of the box made her ancient and beautiful face even more seductive.
But before he could take a closer look, Shang Youqing had already stood up and made a gesture of saying goodbye.
Ji Huaizhuo also stood up and said, "I'll see Doctor Fu off."
When leaving from the side door of Tan Palace, the automatic revolving door slowly opened. Ji Huaizhuo raised his hand and took it from Shang Youqing's shoulder, blocking the revolving door in the air.
Shang Youqing paused slightly, said "Thank you, Young Master Ji", and took two steps forward.
Before sending Shang Youqing to the car, Ji Huaizhuo suddenly looked at her, smiled deeply and asked.
"Doctor Fu, I'm actually a little curious. In what capacity are you speaking on He Cong's behalf today? I always feel that the relationship between you and He Cong is not just a simple doctor and patient relationship."
Shang Youqing could have given a perfunctory answer, but when she looked up and saw the ulterior motive in Ji Huaizhuo's eyes, she paused and replied with a faint smile: "You can ask him in person later."
After she finished speaking, she closed the car door and drove away.
When Shang Youqing returned to the manor, she was dizzy with a fever. She instinctively went upstairs to He Cong's bedroom, opened the closet door, poured all the clothes that He Cong often wore onto the bed, and then lay herself down in the pile of clothes that were stained with He Cong's scent.
She was feeling hot all over, and she realized belatedly that this was the last time she would shed her phoenix tail before she officially reached adulthood.
Maybe it was because He Cong had the aura of her spiritual roots, so Shang Youqing instinctively wanted to bury herself in his clothes and shed her tail.
Therefore, Shang Youqing had no idea that the news of her meeting with the eldest son of the Ji family in Tan Palace that night was secretly photographed by Bindao media and reported in the news.
He Cong received the push notification of the news as soon as he was abroad. He clicked on it and saw the photo. At the side door of Tan Palace with ambiguous lighting, Shang Youqing lowered his head slightly, and his beautiful face with hazy features was a little red from drunkenness. Ji Huaizhuo put his arm around Shang Youqing's shoulder.
Above this photo, there is a title written: The eldest son of the Hamajima Ji family, Tan Gong, meets a long-haired beauty at night.
He Cong watched the news with a cold face and applied for a flight back to Bindao overnight. Before dawn, He Cong rushed back from the extremely cold area. He pushed open the bedroom door with great momentum, but after seeing the scene in the bedroom, all his anger subsided instantly...
In the dim and hot room, his clothes were piled up in a mess on the huge bed.
His wife was sleeping naked in his pile of clothes. She had fair skin and long legs, and her profile was breathtakingly beautiful in the dim light.
At this moment, she was like a little bird guarding its nest, curled up in his coat, her eyebrows and eyes flushed with a damp red, her lips were redder than before, and she gently bit the corner of his cufflink.
He Cong stared at her for a few seconds, his throat tightened, and he closed the door. He then went into the bathroom to wash his face and hands thoroughly to make sure not to dirty his wife, and then he returned to the bed.
"Wife?"
He Cong climbed onto the bed with his long legs and carefully picked up Shang Youqing from the pile of clothes.
"Wife, do you have a fever?" He Cong lowered his head and carefully touched her face with his lips. "It's a little hot."
"...He Cong?"
Although Shang Youqing had already completed her final tail molting in the latter half of the night, her body temperature had not yet completely dropped, and her consciousness was still somewhat agitated and confused. She dazedly looked at He Cong who had suddenly appeared before her, touched her forehead slowly, and blinked, "It's not hot."
He Cong was stunned for a moment, almost fainting from his wife's cuteness. Unable to hold back, he buried his face in her chest again, took a deep breath, his voice muffled, "It's really hot."
Shang Youqing weakly grabbed his collar and tilted his head back, saying in a hoarse voice, "Can it be as hot as yours?"
He Cong hugged her thin, bare waist, his eyes were dark and bright, and his breathing became hot.
Shang Youqing remained silent, and He Cong shamelessly kissed her again, "Is this all right, my wife?"
Shang Youqing was almost annoyed by his constant calling of "wife" and couldn't help but hold his head down and cover his mouth himself.
In the end, Shang Youqing only remembered that her body was lifted up and her vision was shaking violently. She heard He Cong calling "wife" in her ear over and over again.
When she woke up again, it was dark outside again.
Shang Youqing had been changed into fresh and clean pajamas. When she raised her sore wrist, she found a diamond ring on the ring finger of her left hand.
It is inlaid with a huge pure and flawless colorless diamond, and the ring is a simple silver ring.
Shang Youqing lifted it up and looked around carefully, and soon recognized that the ring was clearly forged from the parts of the pistol she had removed before.
At this time, the door was gently opened. Shang Youqing looked over and saw He Cong coming in with dinner.
"Wife, are you awake?"
When Shang Youqing slowly propped herself up and sat up, He Cong put down his things, walked over to help her put a pillow under her head, then lowered his eyes to look at her waist as she moved carefully, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"
"..." Shang Youqing was too lazy to argue with him about this. After all, they were sleeping together, and she was also over-indulgent.
Shang Youqing changed the subject and spread the diamond ring in front of him, "Where did you get it?"
He Cong sat down on the edge of the bed, gently massaging her waist with his palm, and told her truthfully, "I bought it in North America with my first pot of gold."
Shang Youqing couldn't understand: "Why buy this kind of thing? Didn't I tell you to save the money?"
He Cong said confidently: "This is one of the money I saved to get married."
Shang Youqing frowned slightly and was about to push his paw away when He Cong took advantage of the situation and lifted her up onto his lap. He lowered his head and held her lips, kissing her vaguely and saying, "I'm not even angry yet. Don't be angry, my dear."
After a long while, Shang Youqing finally had to push him away slightly. His lips were as red as roses from the kiss. "Why are you angry?"
He Cong told Shang Youqing about how he rushed back to Bindao overnight after seeing the news last night. Shang Youqing couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and then explained the whole thing to him from beginning to end.
He Cong's expression eased slightly after hearing this, but he still insisted: "The way Ji Huaizhuo looked at my wife in the photo was not good. My wife should not associate with such people in the future."
Shang Youqing looked at the undisguised deep love in He Cong's eyes and agreed without thinking.
But I felt a strange touch in my heart.
At night, He Cong fell asleep in her arms as usual.
Shang Youqing was not sleepy at all. She calmly reached out her hand to the lower side of He Cong's ribs and probed with her spiritual power. The spiritual roots that were originally unshakable were now under her control by 70 to 80 percent.
As He Cong's love for her grows stronger day by day, the spiritual roots will absorb nutrients faster and faster.
She estimated that in about two months at most, she would be able to completely extract the spiritual root from He Cong's body safely.
In the following period of time, perhaps stimulated by what she said about saving money, He Cong soon actually established his own company through the projects he had won, and he also tried his best to gain control of the power and resources of the He family.
He Cong climbed too fast, which was naturally not what the other people in the He family wanted to see.
Shang You knew clearly that someone would stop at nothing to frame He Cong again, or even take his life.
Therefore, in order to ensure the safety of her spiritual roots, Shang Youqing was more cautious than ever before, fearing that something might happen to He Cong if he was not careful.
That day, after learning that He Cong had been working overtime at the company until late at night and had not returned yet, Shang Youqing became worried and drove to the downstairs of Yunqing Building himself.
She sent a message to He Cong: [Come down directly after you finish your work. I'll be waiting for you downstairs.]
I had been planning to wait for him by the steering wheel, but I didn't expect to fall asleep soon after I closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself being picked up from the car seat by He Cong. "Did I wake you up?"
Shang Youqing rubbed his eyes, not knowing how he fell asleep...
So in the end, it was He Cong who drove to pick her up.
Back at the manor, He Cong was about to carry her out of the car, but Shang Youqing shook her head and refused, and went back to the main building with him.
However, just as Shang Youqing was going upstairs to his room, he had just stepped on a step when his vision suddenly went dark and his whole body fell forward uncontrollably.
Before she fainted, she felt He Cong's arms holding her in his arms in time...
In chaos.
Shang Youqing dreamed of the ancient sycamore tree where she loved to live.
In her dream, she was just like every time before, always sticking her furry head into her wings and sleeping lazily.
But this time, for some reason, she actually heard two very short and tender chirps of a chick coming from under her long golden wings.
"Chiu."
"Chiu."
…
Shang Youqing was suddenly awakened.
When I opened my eyes, I saw He Cong sitting upright beside the bed. He hadn't changed out of his suit yet. His face was calm, his thin lips were pursed, and his breathing was regular and calm.
However, he seemed to have been motionless for a long time.
Those dark eyes were fixed on her lower abdomen, as if observing something.
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