Chapter 56 Mom, don’t leave. Momo will be your good baby.
Shang Youqing looked at He Zhimo, who was lying behind the door crying, with extraordinary calmness, his eyebrows and eyes were calm and cold, without even a trace of fluctuation.
After only a few seconds, Shang Youqing withdrew his gaze calmly, without taking another look, and turned away.
He Zhimo's face was stunned, as if he finally realized something. He raised his little hand and wiped the tears from his face. Without caring about anything else, he ran over and hugged Shang Youqing's beautiful wrist.
He looked up from her wrist, and although he tried hard to pout his lips, he couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his face.
"But, but Shang Youqing, Momo is the baby you gave birth to. The storybooks all say that a mother would never give up her own baby..."
He Zhimo had just recovered from a serious illness, his voice still hoarse, and he was very anxious. With a sobbing voice, he hugged Shang Youqing's wrist and shook it desperately, "Did Daddy make you angry? Momo forgives you this time. You, you are not allowed to say such angry words next time."
Shang Youqing lowered his beautiful and cold eyes, staring at the chick crying in grievance in front of him, but his eyes were like a calm ice lake.
She easily pushed away the chick's soft, trembling little hand, paused, and spoke again, her tone still flat and indifferent: "I'm sorry, Master He."
She did not make any excuses for the remarks she had just made in front of He Cong about not wanting children, but calmly and coldly admitted everything.
He Zhimo's eyes became redder and redder, and his little face turned red, but he still refused to give up. He stretched out his trembling little hand, wanting to hold her hand again.
The little guy tried to pretend that he didn't understand anything. With a pair of tearful eyes, he asked carefully in a trembling baby voice.
"Then, can I still go and see the cabbages I planted in the future? That is, the cabbages I planted for Shang Youqing, I..."
Shang Youqing dodged the little guy's outstretched hand and said, "No, the young master's cabbage field was a mess. I dug it up and replanted it a long time ago."
He Zhimo's little hands found nothing. He looked up at Shang Youqing blankly, tears streaming down his face, sobbing softly, "Shang Youqing, please don't talk like that anymore, okay... Momo's heart hurts so much, so much..."
But Shang Youqing didn't even look at him, and it seemed as if she could no longer bear to be in the same space with the human father and son in front of her. She didn't want to stay here any longer, and walked straight past He Cong.
He Cong had been standing there quietly, watching He Zhimo carefully begging Shang Youqing to stay. Finally, when Shang Youqing walked away indifferently, his dark eyes slowly moved.
The murderous and cold-blooded head of the He family once again lowered his proud head in front of Shang Youqing.
His bony palm gently grasped her hand again, his warm fingertips trembling with extreme suppression, and every word he said carried a deliberately cold request.
"Momo is just a three-year-old child, do you have to be so cruel?"
Shang Youqing still had that cold expression on his face, as if he didn't want to say anything more: "Let go."
This time, He Cong stared at her and slowly loosened his hand.
Shang Youqing walked downstairs with indifference and determination.
After seeing Shang Youqingmai walking away, He Zhimo's nostrils twitched violently, and finally, he completely broke down, and began to cry loudly while chasing after him.
The young He Zhimo chased after Shang Youqing and begged her incoherently.
"No, no...Mom, please don't abandon Momo. Momo misses you. Momo longs to see her every day..."
"Mom, please don't go. Momo will definitely be your good baby. Bloodline... offspring... how can I become the offspring that mom wants... Mom, tell Momo... Momo will try his best... please... wuwuwu, please don't go..."
He Zhimo cried and begged, his tears streaming down his face. He chased after him crying, but Shang Youqing never turned back, and his back was so cold that it was frightening.
He Zhimo was really scared. He was afraid that if he couldn't catch up with his mother, he would never see her again, so he ran forward desperately and recklessly.
But he was only a three-year-old child after all, and had just suffered from a high fever caused by tail molting. The bones in his calves could not bear it and he fell to the ground with a thud.
The housekeeper and servants came over to help him, but He Zhimo refused them all and only wanted his mother.
With tears on his face, He Zhimo pushed the adults away. He didn't care that his knees and calves were bruised and bleeding. He seemed to feel no pain at all and struggled to get up.
The little fellow would run a few steps and fall, then he would stumble and crawl all the way to the gate of Yanyuan, crying bitterly as he shouted at Shang Youqing's back, "Mommy, don't go, Mommy, Mommy, don't leave Momo..."
But Shang Youqing resolutely got into the car outside the door and drove away.
He Zhimo cried even harder. He was like a chick that was driven out of its mother's nest, with its wings broken. He flapped and fell all the way, falling and crawling again, and refused to give up.
Until I could no longer stand up and catch up with the car...
He Zhimo fell to the cold ground, watching the car carrying his mother disappear completely in his tear-blurred vision...
The injured knee was bleeding. He Zhimo lowered his head with red and swollen eyes, looking at the bloodstains on his calf knee. Suddenly, as if in self-loathing, he used his little hands to wipe off the blood bit by bit.
“Mom, Mom…”
He sobbed and wiped the blood, feeling wronged and in pain.
I wanted to wipe away the impure blood that my mother hated, but the bleeding wouldn't stop and the wound became even more red and swollen.
After an unknown amount of time, He Zhimo was embraced in a familiar and warm embrace.
He Zhimo finally stopped struggling.
The little face, wet from crying, lay blankly on He Cong's broad shoulders, as if he had lost all his strength. His beautiful dark eyes were dull and he lay motionless, allowing He Cong to carry him back to Yanyuan.
When Doctor Lin hurried over with a medical kit to treat the wound on Young Master He's calf, He Cong had just changed the little guy's clothes and wiped and cleaned the dirt around the wound.
Young Master He, who was always optimistic when he was sick and would even take the initiative to comfort the doctor like a little adult, was now sitting on the bed with his knees and calves hugged, his little head resting on his calves, his big eyes drooping, and tears falling quietly.
Doctor Lin thought the young master was crying because he was hurt from the fall. While bandaging the young master's wound, he coaxed him and said, "It won't hurt after you apply the medicine. Don't be afraid, young master."
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