Chapter 60 Baby, does Young Master He look okay?
Shang Youqing looked down at the ice crystal trophy in his hand. After hearing Shang You's words, he seemed to be stunned and did not react for a long time.
The already weak heart meridian seemed to be burned by an invisible gap, and the whistling wind and snow in the ears rushed in fiercely, as if chiseling and tearing the gap.
For a moment, his lips opened and closed slightly, and it hurt so much that he even forgot to breathe.
It wasn't until Shang You realized something herself that she slowly raised her little head from Shang Youqing's arms and reached out her little hand to touch Shang Youqing's thin face, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Shang Youqing's eyelashes twitched, and he came back to his senses belatedly. Looking at Shang You's worried amber eyes, he tried his best to suppress the bitterness rising in his throat, pulled the corners of his lips, and said, "Mom is fine", but he couldn't help but want to ask more questions.
"Baby, he..." Shang Youqing pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, then asked calmly and normally, "Does Young Master He look okay?"
Shang You tilted his head back and tried to recall the scene of that day, then shook his head. "He Zhimo was wearing a ski helmet the whole time, so I couldn't see clearly. It was just... when we were changing slopes, I saw him take off his helmet, so I wanted to go over and say hello to him. Who knew..."
At this point, Shang You's soft little face puffed up again, and she muttered in a vengeful tone, "Never pay attention to He Zhimo again next time."
Shang Youqing paused, reached out and rubbed the cub's head, coaxing softly, "Maybe he just happened to be feeling unwell that day. He probably didn't ignore the baby on purpose."
Shang You was originally pouting and sulking, but after being comforted by her mother, she finally nodded reluctantly, "Okay, then I forgive him."
The snow outside the archway was falling heavier and heavier. White snowflakes floated on the black hair hanging on Shang Youqing's shoulders and neck. The little girl gently patted it off with her soft little hands, then looked up at the snowy sky outside. Her face became a little solemn, and she said, "Mom, let's go inside." Her five little fingers held Shang Youqing's hand tightly, and she led her back to the ancient hall.
Mu Weiting happened to be waiting for them in the entrance. As soon as Shang You entered, she couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Master, can I stay here for a few more days? I want to take care of my mother here."
Mu Weiting remained calm upon hearing this and politely declined, "Although I really want Youyou to stay, Youyou has to go back to school tomorrow."
Then he raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Shang Youqing, smiling helplessly, "Right, Youqing?"
Shang Youqing kept a straight face and didn't respond.
Shang You clenched her mother's thin, pale fingers, "But Mom can't even take care of herself."
The kid was still talking worriedly when he was suddenly picked up by Shang Youqing.
Shang Youqing took the baby back to the room upstairs and played her favorite entertainment activities with the baby alone.
However, her current physical and mental state was not enough to keep her awake for a long time. She forced herself to finish painting with Shang You. Just as she coaxed the little one to sleep, she could not hold on any longer and went to the bathroom outside the room.
Mu Weiting was originally standing outside the arcade, smoking in the cool breeze. When he heard a few muffled coughs coming from upstairs, his face immediately darkened, he put out his cigarette and went upstairs.
He followed the sound to the outside of the bathroom and heard the loud sound of water splashing inside. He knocked on the door worriedly, "Youqing, are you okay?"
The people inside ignored him.
Mu Weiting put his hand on the door handle, "You Qing, if you don't speak again——"
With a loud noise, the door was opened unexpectedly.
Mu Weiting's gaze unconsciously fell on Shang Youqing's face.
Shang Youqing stood inside the door, with water dripping from the ends of her hair, her cold and beautiful eyes drooping listlessly, her eyelashes wet with moisture, and a faint red tint at the corners of her eyes, probably because she had just coughed up blood. Her face and lips also looked a little red, like a double-petaled rose that had been repeatedly crushed.
"You Qing..."
Shang Youqing said hoarsely, "Get lost."
Mu Weiting didn't move an inch, just staring at her with a complicated expression, "Do you really have to talk to me like this? This time when I came here, you didn't call me senior brother like before..."
Shang Youqing finally raised his eyes, but with a look of extreme contempt, "Are you worthy?"
"In the final analysis, You Qing still doesn't believe me because—"
"For my own good?" Shang Youqing calmly spoke for him, leaning against the door, half-lidded eyes, a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth. "Under the banner of doing this for my own good, you threaten me with the life of my youngster, collude with Mu Jiuhan, and then you tell me that this is actually all for my own good. Why, do I need you to dictate what's right and wrong in my own life? Or are you addicted to pretending to be a hypocrite? Do you really think you are a good person?"
It was obviously the first time that Mu Weiting had been scolded like this by Shang Youqing. The mask on his calm face seemed to be on the verge of shattering. He nodded, "I am a hypocrite. That human He Cong really loves you, right? If it weren't for him, how could you have become like this now—"
Shang Youqing folded his hands and sneered: "So you are jealous of He Cong and you are crazy, right?"
Mu Weiting stared at Shang Youqing, a gloomy look flashed across his handsome eyes, and he couldn't bear it anymore. "So what?"
Shang Youqing expressionlessly swallowed the blood that was about to surge up, took a half step forward, and grabbed Mu Weiting's coat with his pale, cold hands. He said nonchalantly, "Then you will be jealous forever."
He pulled him out of the way and then let go and left.
The next day, when Shang You was brought back to China by Mu Weiting, Shang Youqing sent the kid to the car, and Shang You suddenly stuffed a palm-sized booklet into his hand.
"Mom, I drew a nutrition chart for you with my paintbrush. You must read it carefully, remember to go to bed on time, and don't work too hard."
Shang Youqing took the small picture album and responded softly.
She watched Shang You leave in the car, turned around and just walked into the gate of the manor, a fishy and sweet taste rushed into her throat. She could no longer stand and fell into a coma with the support of several servants.
Shang Youqing was in a coma longer this time than last time. Every time he woke up, he was undergoing a new course of treatment. Every time, it seemed as if all the skin, flesh, bones and blood in his body were broken and bruised.
It was not until one day in early spring that Shang Youqing finally woke up completely.
When he regained consciousness, Shang You clearly felt a hand fiddling with the hair beside his ear, accompanied by a voice admonishing, "Put the things there."
Just as Mu Jiuhan finished speaking, his hand was suddenly pinched, and with a quick and ruthless "crack", his broken hand was thrown away without mercy.
Mu Jiuhan screamed in pain, covering his arm and looking up, he saw Shang Youqing sitting up on the bed, his face as pale as melting ice and snow, and he gathered weak spiritual power at his fingertips to adjust himself.
As he reattached her arm, he looked her over from head to toe, his lips curled into a smile. "You are indeed a Phoenix Spirit. You have endured such pain that no ordinary person could endure. Junior Sister is truly amazing."
He added, "The next course of treatment won't be that difficult. As long as you take your medication on time and receive regular treatment, your physical condition may really recover slowly in the future."
While Mu Jiuhan was talking, Shang Youqing looked around and finally found a cell phone on the bedside table. She took it and opened it, and went straight to the chat history between him and Mu Weiting. She opened the videos about Shang You that Mu Weiting sent her regularly one by one.
Mu Jiuhan was not annoyed at all. He came over to take a look out of curiosity and said with a smile, "Weiting takes good care of Youyou."
After watching all the videos, Shang Youqing threw the phone back to him and got out of bed.
Mu Jiuhan followed her slender figure slowly and calmly, "Junior Sister, I think we can have a good talk about the matter I needed your help with earlier."
…
Half a month later.
Bindao, Yanyuan.
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