Chapter 55 Shang Youqing, why don’t you recognize me and Momo?
Not long after, He Zhimo was surrounded by a faint golden glow, and in Shang Youqing's arms, he transformed back into a small fluffy ball of fur like a phoenix chick, with two beautiful tail feathers that had just grown out and trailing behind him.
"Chiu?"
The little chick tilted its fluffy head curiously, its round, wet, dark eyes moving around Shang Youqing, its little paws tightly grasped Shang Youqing's palm, and it lowered its head to sniff.
After confirming that it was a familiar breath, the little bird was so excited that it flapped its short pair of wings and almost fell on Shang Youqing's lower abdomen, raising its head and chirping in a wronged and childish manner.
“Chirp, chirp, chirp!”
Shang Youqing half leaned on the side of the bed, lowered his head and touched the little guy's soft fur.
She knew that the cub had just gone through its first tail molting and was still in an unstable condition.
Just like she did when she hatched Shang You, she held the little one in her warm belly and gently combed the messy fur of her little phoenix baby with her fingertips, so that the baby could lie down in the safest and most comfortable place to spend the molting period.
At the same time, He Cong had been standing outside the door as Shang Youqing had said. He stared at the time on his watch. When half an hour finally arrived, he couldn't wait even a second and pushed the door open and went in.
But I suddenly saw this scene——
Shang Youqing fell asleep half leaning against the side of the bed, her long black hair gathered behind her thin neck, her face was fair and beautiful, her long eyelashes as slender as feathers drooped slightly, and her lips of just the right shade were gently pursed, as if she was too tired, and her lips looked a little colder and paler than when she came.
She lowered her graceful neck, her slender, porcelain-white hands resting on her lower abdomen.
When I got closer, I saw a small ball of fur lying obediently on Shang Youqing's abdomen, with its little paws curled up around Shang Youqing's slender and beautiful fingers.
Is this what Shang Youqing said, that He Zhimo would transform into a chick?
He Cong lowered his head and stared at it for a long time, but was unable to identify what species of bird it was from his existing knowledge.
So he simply stopped thinking about anything and stood silently by the bed, all his attention focused on Shang Youqing who was sleeping.
Just as he was about to take the thin blanket beside him and cover Shang Youqing with it, the tail feathers of the little fur ball in Shang Youqing's arms trembled slightly. Then, He Cong saw very clearly that in a ball of faint golden light, the little fur ball twisted its wings and tail, and turned back into the limbs of a human cub.
He Zhimo buried his little face in Shang Youqing's arms, and raised his little hand to rub his eyes in a daze. Before he could react, the little guy was held in a familiar and warm hand.
He Zhimo looked up and saw his father. Just as he was about to speak, he heard his father whisper a reminder, "Keep your voice down."
He Zhimo followed his father's gaze and saw Shang Youqing leaning on the edge of the bed to rest. His wet eyes froze for a moment, then widened. He waited for He Cong to change his clothes before climbing back into bed impatiently.
One of the father and son stood guard at the edge of the bed, while the other carefully lay beside Shang Youqing's forearm.
He Zhimo studied it curiously for a long time with his dark eyes wide open. He couldn't help but look up and muttered in a hoarse voice, "Dad, am I dreaming? Why does Shang Youqing seem to have become the mother in my dream?"
He Cong lowered his eyes and replied calmly: "Mo Mo is not dreaming."
"Mom isn't dead..." He Zhimo's curled eyelashes fluttered. He looked back at Shang Youqing in disbelief, then raised his little face to confirm with his father: "Dad, is Shang Youqing Mom?"
"Um."
It was the first time that He Zhimo received such a firm answer from his father. His already moist and red eyes became even more watery. He breathed heavily and turned his snow-white face away again, unable to hide his thoughts.
He Zhimo was very excited, and remembered what his father had just said, that he must not wake up Shang Youqing, so he tiptoed even more and climbed onto Shang Youqing.
Close at hand, he gazed longingly at Shang Youqing's sleeping face, opened his little mouth, and whispered to her in a very low voice: "Mom."
After He Zhimo finished shouting, he hugged Shang Youqing with his two soft little hands again.
Probably because he had just shed his tail, He Zhimo soon fell asleep softly in Shang Youqing's arms.
When Shang Youqing regained consciousness after recovering her precarious spiritual breath, she discovered that her head was resting slightly on He Cong's arm, and she was holding the soft He Zhimo in her arms.
Shang Youqing was stunned for a moment, then calmly suppressed his chaotic and burning heartbeat. He sat up slightly from He Cong's arms, carried the soundly sleeping He Zhimo back to the bed, put him down, and covered him with a quilt before standing up from the bed.
He Cong stared at her and asked softly, "You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"
Shang Youqing said, "I'm fine," stood up and walked out.
He Cong followed her out, as if he could no longer restrain himself. He reached out and grabbed her slender wrist, and even his voice revealed a little emotion: "Mo Mo is fine, isn't he? Where are you going now?"
Shang Youqing paused, paused, turned around and looked at him.
"The Phoenix Blood Pearl I put on Momo's neck contains my blood. He will shed his tail three to five times before he reaches adulthood. When he does, you should do as I did yesterday and feed Momo a drop of our blood."
He Congkou gripped her wrist harder and harder.
He stared at Shang Youqing in front of him with a suppressed and gloomy look, almost pausing over each word: "What do you mean?"
Shang Youqingwei lowered his cold eyes, his tone still without any emotion: "Is there anything else you don't understand?"
Deathly silence.
About half a minute later, He Cong slowly pressed his lips together, forcing himself to look as calm as ever: "Yes, there are many things I don't understand."
"For example, if you didn't die back then, why did you leave? Why didn't you come to see me once in three years?"
"Why did you suddenly appear in front of me with a different appearance? And why did you refuse to acknowledge me and Mo Mo?"
"And Shang You——"
Shang Youqing suddenly interrupted his questions and did not answer them. He just turned his face away as if a little annoyed and gave another answer.
"I come from the Phoenix Clan. Back then, my spiritual root was accidentally left in your body, so I appeared by your side under the pseudonym Fuying. The reason I treated you well was simply to make you fall in love with me, because only your love and nourishment can allow me to retrieve my spiritual root intact."
After a brief pause of a second or two, Shang Youqing calmly continued, "Later, I successfully retrieved my spiritual roots, so I faked my death and left you. That's it."
When Shang Youqing said this, He Cong had been staring at her slightly turned face. After a while, he finally slowly moved his thin lips and said, "Really?"
Feeling the slender wrist struggle slightly a few times in the tight grip, He Cong held it tightly again. Hearing that his three heavy years were being glossed over in such an insignificant way, he still refused to let go and was reluctant to let go.
Even that handsome and cold face forced a faint smile at this moment: "What about Momo? Momo is the child you and I gave birth to. You should admit this, right? You can't even give up Momo, right?"
He practically begged her not to leave.
It doesn't matter if you don't love him or have intentions towards him.
He just wanted her not to leave.
It doesn't matter if you stay just for the sake of the children.
However, Shang Youqing's eyes were calm and indifferent. "It is precisely because He Zhimo is your child and mine that the Phoenix bloodline in him is not pure enough. What are we going to do with such an offspring? You should just raise him yourself."
He Cong's hands were well-proportioned and powerful. He clenched Shang Youqing's hand tightly, as if grasping a lifeline. He used all his strength to utter a slightly steady voice: "If it is really as you said, why did you come back to help Mo Mo shed his tail?"
"Even though I don't want him anymore, he's my son after all. I can't just stand by and watch him die."
Shang Youqing said this with a cold expression, and pulled his hand back with all his strength.
Just as she turned to leave, the door behind her was suddenly knocked lightly.
Shang Youqing went there based on his reputation.
He Zhimo didn't know when he woke up. He was hiding behind the door, his little fingers tightly gripping the edge of the door. His big eyes looked a little dull and empty, and huge tears rolled down his little face.
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