Chapter 59 He Zhimo ignored me when he saw me
Mu Jiuhan could see that Shang Youqing had suppressed the burning pain in her heart to the extreme and probably didn't have the strength to fight him anymore, so he reached out and clamped her wrist which was trembling and turning white with pain.
He picked up a clean handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her lip where she had bitten it. "How about waiting until the first course of treatment is over? Then I'll have Wei Ting bring Shang You to North America to stay for a few days, and by the way, you and You You can meet."
Shang Youqing's wrist bones moved, and he uttered two words in a cold and hoarse voice, "Get out of here."
Mu Jiuhan looked at her tenderly, his eyes lowered. The words he said were like a venomous snake piercing his bones. "Don't be afraid, little junior sister. Mu Weiting and I have already discussed your future. Before we achieve our goal, neither he nor I will touch you. But if we can't decide the winner by then——"
Shang Youqing's slender eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, and a chill came over her for a moment. She slowly raised her suppressed and blurred eyes.
"What? Are you scared?" Mu Jiuhan chuckled, and gently rubbed the corners of her lips with his fingertips through the handkerchief. "Junior sister, you don't still think that Mu Weiting is a gentleman, do you? He is just pretending to be noble. If he didn't have to watch Shang You in Beijing, he would have wanted to right now-"
Before Mu Jiuhan could finish his words, the handkerchief in his hand was suddenly burned by the phoenix fire.
The speed was so fast that as soon as Mu Jiuhan lowered his head, the handkerchief instantly turned into fire and burned towards his palm.
Mu Jiuhan's arm shook violently in pain. He immediately used his spiritual power to force out the Phoenix Fire from his palm, but the surface of his palm was still burned by the Phoenix Fire, leaving it bloody and blurry. Mu Jiuhan looked at Shang Youqing with a pale face.
"Junior Sister, are you trying to kill yourself? Your heart meridian is so weak, yet you still dare to forcefully condense the Phoenix Fire?"
Shang Youqing raised his finger and wiped his lips vigorously. His eyes were as cold as a knife as he stared at him who had retreated outside the bed. He spoke word by word, "Mu Jiuhan, since you need something from me, then listen carefully. Don't show up in front of me before the treatment is over. Otherwise, every time I see you, I will burn you with the Phoenix Fire. I want to see whether you disgust me first or I burn you to ashes first!"
“…”
Mu Jiuhan clenched his bleeding hand with an uncertain expression, and finally nodded, "Okay, everything is based on the recovery of Junior Sister."
After completely confirming that Mu Jiuhan had left, Shang Youqing finally couldn't hold on any longer. He covered his heart and fell into coma again.
For a long time afterwards, Shang Youqing was always drowsy and rarely regained consciousness.
Every time I woke up, I would continue to cough up blood for a long time. The backs of my hands and forearms were covered with needle marks from injections. Every time the old marks recovered, new wounds would soon appear.
This went on and on until one day three months later, when the first snow fell in the northern part of North America.
When Shang Youqing woke up, she heard the whistling of wind and snow outside the window. She had been lying in bed for several months and her body was so thin that the clothes she wore seemed empty and even the cuffs were too big.
Shang Youqing got out of bed, grabbed a windbreaker from the hanger beside him and put it on, then walked out of the huge ancient hall.
This is a medieval castle complex embedded in a botanical garden. The manor is very large. Because of the snow, large areas of green plants in the garden are covered with a thin layer of snow.
The servants were sweeping the snow on the corridor with their heads down when they heard light footsteps behind them. They turned around and saw that the owner of the building had woken up. They were so surprised that they hurried forward to greet him and then went to report to the head butler.
When the butler immediately called Mu Jiuhan, Shang Youqing was sitting at the dining table, his head slightly lowered as he sipped his soup. Before the butler could finish his words, he said slowly, "Tell him that if he doesn't want to die, bring Shang You to see me."
The housekeeper nervously repeated her exact words to the person on the other end of the phone, and after hanging up, he called the doctor over.
Shang Youqing had just finished his meal and was leaning on the sofa bed in the ancient hall, with his transparent hands hanging lazily for inspection.
When she heard the doctor say that her meridians were well-nurtured and she could prepare to start the next course of treatment, there was no fluctuation on her face. She just looked at the snow scene outside the window listlessly, and even the coldness in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes was like a handful of snow.
Two days later, the day before Shang Youqing started her next course of treatment, she finally saw her baby.
Mu Weiting and Shang You flew from Beijing to North America and took a special car to this remote botanical estate.
The weather is very cold here in North America. Mu Weiting put a hood, scarf and gloves on Shang You and wrapped him up tightly. Only then did he feel at ease to hold the little guy's hand and get out of the car.
The butler led the way, passing through the snow-covered garden. Outside the arched glass house at the end of a corridor, after more than three months, Mu Weiting finally saw Shang Youqing again.
When Mu Weiting saw the thin body as thin as a piece of paper, his heart tightened slightly.
His gaze slowly moved upwards. Shang Youqingjing was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His profile was pale and cold, his chin was pointed, and his lips were light pink. Even the skin on the back of his hand hanging by his side was so white that the blood vessels on it could be clearly seen.
Before Mu Weiting could react, Shang You's little hand broke free from his grasp. She ran over impatiently and hugged Shang Youqing, "Mom!"
Shang Youqing was stunned for a moment, and his originally indifferent expression relaxed instantly after he lowered his head and saw Shang You, and he picked up Shang You.
"Baby, you're here."
Shang You's little hands tightly hugged Shang Youqing's neck. Because they had been apart for so long, even the usually non-clingy little cub couldn't help but sob slightly at this moment, "I miss my mom so much."
Shang Youqing lowered her head and rubbed the cub's furry head, the corners of her lips curved slightly, "Mom too."
Shang You was very sensitive and noticed something. She touched her cheek with her little hand and said, "Mom, are you sick? Why are you so thin..."
Shang Youqing remained calm and replied, "Yes, I was sick a few days ago, but I'm fine now."
"I, I wanted to come see Mom before, but my uncle said that Mom is doing very important research and can't be disturbed casually..." Shang You sniffed and rubbed his little head against his mother's neck, like an insecure chick.
When Shang Youqing heard this, his expression changed slightly, and he finally looked at Mu Weiting who was standing not far away, his eyes turning cold.
Mu Weiting walked up to her with a cold gaze and called her calmly, "Youqing, Youyou has been on the plane for a long time. Why don't you ask someone to take you to eat something first?"
Shang Youqing ignored him and went straight back to the restaurant with Shang You in her arms. She wanted to feed the baby herself, but Shang You was used to being independent in this regard. Shang Youqing had no choice but to sit next to Shang You's seat, holding her cheek, and watching Shang You eat without blinking.
She carefully checked Shang Youzi from head to toe, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that the little guy was fine.
After Shang You had eaten and drunk enough, she was about to stand up and pick Shang You up when Mu Weiting, who had been waiting beside her, suddenly spoke to Shang You gently: "You You, didn't you prepare a gift for your mother?"
Shang You bit her lip in frustration and said, "Mom, I accidentally forgot the gift in the car."
Mu Weiting smiled faintly and said, "It's okay," then turned his head and asked the butler to take Shang You to the car to get the gift.
Shang You had no choice but to get down from the dining chair. Reluctantly, he pulled his mother's hand and said, "Mom, wait for me!"
After a moment of silence, Shang Youqing said "Okay" and was about to get up when he saw the butler taking Shang You out of the restaurant.
Mu Weiting walked up to her, looked at her with his usual self-disciplined and polite attitude, and explained.
"I told Youyou that you were doing research at a botanical garden in North America... When you get better, Mu Jiuhan will help you find a formal research job here."
After a pause, he lowered his eyes and said softly, "You Qing, you've lost a lot of weight."
He couldn't help wanting to touch her cheek, but just as he raised his hand, he heard Shang Youqing's cold and sarcastic voice, "Go away, don't disgust me."
Mu Weiting was silent for a moment, then slowly put down his hand and said softly, "I know you hate me now, but I don't regret doing this. One day you will understand—"
Shang Youqing didn't even have the patience to listen to any more nonsense from him. He walked straight through the restaurant with a cold face. As soon as he reached the entrance, he saw Shang You staggering towards him with a large box in his arms.
Shang Youqing walked over, put his arm around the cub and helped catch it.
"Such a big box?"
"Mom, open it quickly!"
Shang Youqing nodded, opened the box and saw that there was a transparent trophy carved in the shape of a snowflake.
Shang You picked it up and handed it to Shang Youqing. He looked at his mother with sparkling eyes and even spoke more. "Mom, this is from the children's skiing competition last week. I won first place."
Shang Youqing held the trophy in his hands, his eyes slightly raised, "Baby is so amazing."
"Yeah." Shang You nodded slightly with pride, then quickly remembered something. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she held her mother's hand with her little hand, mumbling softly with some depression -
"Mom, I saw He Zhimo on the ski slopes this time. I just wanted to go over and ask him if he was in pain from his last illness, but he suddenly became like a child. He ignored me even though he saw me and just walked away."
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