Chapter 65 I don’t want you to hug me, Shang Youqing!
He Cong waited for a while, and seeing that she was still indifferent, he added calmly and indifferently, "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten what you said half a year ago."
"Because Momo's birthday happens to coincide with her overseas competition, I will hold a birthday party for her at the Kehe Hotel in Wencheng in three days. Don't get me wrong, I'm only mentioning this to you because we happened to meet today. And since you're Momo's mother, it's only logical that I should inform you. As for whether you'll come, that's up to you."
He Cong said this, but still had no intention of moving away. His tall body still stood upright in front of Shang Youqing, blocking her way.
Shang Youqing's hand, which was resting at his side, was wrapped in a thin, soft glove, so the pinhole bruises on the pale back of his hand could not be seen.
She stood there very quietly for a long time before she raised her eyes again and looked at He Cong's stern face. She pursed her dry lips and said slowly and with difficulty: "I'm sorry, I really had no choice that day..."
Before Shang Youqing could finish his words, the glass door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and He Zhimo ran out with a pair of red eyes.
He Zhimo's face was stubborn, the tip of his nose was red, and with a trembling, sticky cry, he looked up and shouted at Shang Youqing: "If you don't want to come, then don't come! Shang Youqing! I don't want you to come to my birthday party at all!"
He Cong's car was parked on the side of the road a few steps away. After crying, He Zhimo raised his little hand and wiped the tears from his face. He pushed away his father who was blocking the way, got into the car and asked the driver to drive away.
As a result, because he ran too fast, his calf accidentally stepped on empty air and he fell down the stairs.
He Cong, with a sullen face, was about to take a step forward to pick up the child, but Shang Youqing next to him rushed over even faster than him.
Shang Youqing was still frightened and hugged He Zhimo in time when he fell down a step and was about to roll down.
Just as she was about to ask the little cub in her arms if he was hurt, He Zhimo started crying and struggling violently in her arms, "Let me go! I don't want it, Shang Youqing, I don't want you to hold me! I don't want it!"
He Zhimo's tears came suddenly, and soon Shang Youqing's hand was wet with tears. Shang Youqing didn't know if the little guy had just fallen and was afraid that he would hurt the little guy if he hugged him too tightly, so he could only let go of his hand temporarily, "Young Master..."
Shang Youqing had just opened her mouth to say three words when He Zhimo pushed her away and stumbled into the car. Her originally clean and tidy beautiful little dress was now dirty. He Zhimo didn't care, but just couldn't stop crying with a pout on her mouth, and both shoulders were shaking violently.
When Shang Youqing caught up to the car and tried to open the door, He Zhimo held the door tightly with his little hands and refused to let her open it. He even choked up and shouted to the driver in front, "Uncle driver, I want to go home now!"
The driver looked hesitantly at Mr. He not far away outside. When he didn't see Mr. He coming, he didn't dare to drive away.
Shang Youqing stood outside the car door and tried to open it several times but it didn't move. She lowered her eyes slightly and saw through the car window the little girl's aggrieved and resentful look with tears streaming down her face. Her fingertips pressed hard on the flesh of her palm.
After this time, I probably won’t see them father and son again.
She had never given He Zhimo anything... Could it be that she really couldn't satisfy him even with this one and only chance to accompany He Zhimo on his birthday?
Mu Jiuhan said something very right, she is a phoenix, a phoenix that can endure any pain.
If you postpone treatment for a few days, the backlash will only be a little more severe, which is not a big deal.
Shang Youqing calmed down and said to the little guy in the car, "I will go on the young master's birthday."
He Zhimo had originally made up his mind not to celebrate his birthday from now on, but when he heard Shang Youqing's words, his wet eyelashes trembled. He looked at Shang Youqing outside the car with tears in his eyes. His lips were almost bitten, and he sobbed softly. He couldn't help but ask with a sticky and unclear nasal voice, "Really?"
Shang Youqing lowered his eyes and looked at the little cub with a gentle gaze, and gave a positive answer, "Yes, it's true."
He Zhimo tilted up his red little face from crying, and his soft lips no longer bit like a little beast, and he even couldn't help but slightly curl up his lips.
He Zhimo felt that he was the easiest baby to coax in the world.
Although Shang Youqing said things that made him very sad and angry, as long as Shang Youqing was willing to attend his birthday party this time, he would forgive her and no longer be angry with her.
He Zhimo secretly swore this in his heart, and had already thought of a reason three days in advance to immediately forgive Shang Youqing.
After returning to the villa.
He Zhimo began to pester He Cong to make the already grand birthday party even grander and invite many people to attend.
He Cong: "...The invitation list has reached three pages. All the relatives and friends of Bindao who can be invited have been invited. Who else do you want to invite?"
"Have my bandmates from this competition also been invited?"
“…Yes.”
He Zhimo was satisfied, and the next day he started to drag Uncle Yu to choose the high-end dress that had just been sent to the villa, making sure that he would completely outshine his father at the birthday party, so that Shang Youqing's eyes would only stay on this little baby!
However, Shang Youqing was right about one thing. Wencheng had been covered in dark clouds for the past few days, and the weather was not good. On He Zhimo's birthday, it actually started raining early in the morning!
Because of He Cong's strict request, He Zhimo had to dress himself up and then reluctantly put on a scarf, took a luxury car, and went to Kehe Hotel where the birthday party was held.
The birthday party for the young master of the He family was held with great fanfare. Guests from home and abroad came in an endless stream to send birthday wishes and gifts to the young master.
When the band members arrived, He Zhimo couldn't wait to tell them proudly, "I actually do have a mother. She's the most beautiful mother in the world."
None of my friends believed it.
"Impossible! I've never even met your mother!"
"Exactly. And how can your mother be the most beautiful mother in the world? My mother is!"
Young Master He was full of confidence, "If you don't believe me, just wait and see, my mother will be here soon!"
After He Zhimo finished showing off to his friends at every table, he raised his wrist to check his watch and muttered, "Why hasn't Shang Youqing arrived yet... Could he have gotten lost?"
After all, his birthday party was so grand, it was understandable that Shang Youqing got lost. As her son, her little baby! He had to learn to be patient! —
He Zhimo's patience lasted less than two minutes before he could no longer hold back and ran to the door of the banquet hall, eagerly looking at the drizzle outside and waiting.
Not long after, He Cong greeted some of the main guests and came out.
"Why are you standing outside?"
He Zhimo's nose was a little red from the cold wind and rain. He sniffed and snuggled closer to his father, pretending to be calm and mumbling, "I'm waiting for Shang Youqing."
"Go inside the banquet hall first. I'll call you when she arrives."
"Hmm..." He Zhimo shook his head. His cold little hand grasped his father's palm, and he tugged at the Buddhist beads on his father's wrist out of habit, feeling a little uneasy. He muttered to himself, as if to comfort himself: "I just want to wait for Shang Youqing here... Shang Youqing promised me that he would come to celebrate my birthday with me."
He Cong lowered his eyes and looked at his youngest son's obviously uneasy face. In the end, he didn't want to say anything more. He just touched his little head silently, calmed down and looked at the rain outside that was getting heavier.
He didn't know Shang Youqing's current residence, nor did he have Shang Youqing's current contact information. Apart from waiting here with He Zhimo, he had no other choice.
Half an hour passed.
Yu Zhu came out and reminded him subtly, "Boss He, it's almost time."
He Cong withdrew his gaze from the rain curtain in the hallway and said calmly, "Ask the hotel to bring another round of dishes. Wait a little longer."
Yu Zhu responded and did as he was told.
He Zhimo, who had been standing next to He Cong and chattering with anticipation, pursed his lips since some point, staring with his big eyes at the increasingly heavy rain in front of him, his little face becoming increasingly quiet and silent.
After a long time, when Yu Zhu came out again, He Cong had to force himself to suppress the suppressed emotions in his chest, and as calmly and calmly as possible, he pulled up the little cub's cold little hand and said, "Mo Mo, we are going in."
He Zhimo pulled his little hand out of his, without saying a word, crying or making a fuss, he just stood there, staring at the only entrance outside the hallway like a madman.
He Zhimo could be willful, but He Cong could not abandon all the guests, so he could only let Yu Zhu look after the cub while he walked into the banquet center.
He Cong behaved in an extremely mature and steady manner. Since it was his youngest son's birthday party, he smiled apologetically to all the guests who came to celebrate his child's birthday. He also drank quite a bit of wine, which was rare for him. He accepted some invitations to cooperate, and until the end of the party, he sent off the last batch of guests one after another.
He Cong's eyes were slightly drunk, and he stood indifferently and dejectedly under the stone pillar of the banquet hall which had fallen completely silent. He stood there for a long time with his sharp chin slightly lowered before he walked out of the hallway.
Yu Zhu was still outside, bewildered, watching over Young Master He. When he saw He Cong come out, he called out to him, "Boss He?"
He Cong: "You go back first."
Yu Zhu was about to speak, but it was not the right time to say anything, so he just nodded and said, "Then remember to call me if you have anything."
He Cong narrowed his eyes and looked at He Zhimo. The little guy might have been standing for too long and couldn't stand anymore. He was squatting quietly on the steps with his arms around his legs, his little face focused on looking at the entrance as if he was oblivious to anything.
He Cong walked slowly to the little guy, without saying a word, just followed him and looked towards the entrance.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The father and son ignored each other and waited from day to night.
Then, Shang Youqing still didn't come.
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