Chapter 71 My father doesn’t need to interfere in the matter between Shang Youqing and me
He Zhimo, who was sitting across from her at the table, looked indifferent, as if he didn't want to know anything about "her". He didn't ask anything and continued to concentrate on eating as usual.
After He Zhimo had eaten and drunk his fill, He Cong stood up, rubbed He Zhimo's head, and reported to the little guy, "Dad is going out to do something. You stay here and behave yourself. If you get bored staying in the room, can someone accompany you to play in the garden for a while?"
He Zhimo said "Oh" calmly, and watched his father get in the car and leave from the villa gate. Then he said something to the housekeeper and the maid, returned to his room, turned on the children's watch on his little wrist, and called Yu Zhu.
Soon, the call was connected, and Yu Zhu asked in confusion, "Young Master He?"
He Zhimo raised his little wrist and imitated his father's actions, speaking in a low, cool voice, "Uncle Yu, could you please give me Shang Youqing's phone number? I have something important to talk to her about."
Yu Zhu: "...Young Master, why don't you just ask Mr. He for it?"
He Zhimo said with a stern face: "This is a matter between Shang Youqing and me, there is no need for Dad to interfere."
“…Okay.”
He Zhimo took out a notebook from his schoolbag, held the pen in his little hand and carefully wrote down the phone number that Yu Zhu had given him. He then repeated it to Yu Zhu twice to make sure he had remembered it correctly, and then he said thank you to Uncle Yu.
He Zhimo couldn't help but pick up the gift placed at the innermost part of the desk again. He lowered his head and took out the plush bird. He was afraid of breaking it, so he even touched it with caution.
He touched it lovingly for a while, then seemed to remember his important business, and immediately pouted his lips and hummed softly.
"Do you think I'll forgive you just because you gave me such a cute birthday present?"
He Zhimo used his little finger to input the number he had just memorized into the dialing interface of his phone watch. His little face was brewing emotions, and he anticipated all the possible conversations that might take place after the call was connected.
He also made up his mind that no matter what nice words Shang Youqing said to coax him, he would never forgive Shang Youqing.
He wanted to be ruthless and ask Shang Youqing to tell him her current address, and then personally bring the gift back to her!
However, the call was delayed and was eventually automatically disconnected after a series of beeps.
He Zhimo bit his lip, but didn't give up and hit him several times, but the result was the same.
He Zhimo's eyes quickly welled up with tears, and huge tears fell on the watch screen. He Zhimo wiped them away with his fingers, choking with anger.
"Hateful! Shang Youqing is hateful!"
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On the other side, in the ancient castle manor.
Mu Weiting had just carried Shang You, who had fallen asleep outside the bedroom door waiting for his mother, back to the room. When he came out, he saw Mu Jiuhan communicating with Dr. Zhen about the details of the treatment. He walked over and stood silently under the mural, listening.
Until Dr. Zhen returned to the bedroom, he raised his hand to stop Mu Jiuhan who was about to follow Dr. Zhen in.
Mu Weiting stared at him with deep eyes and spoke.
"You took advantage of me working at the research institute to bring Youyou here from Jing City. Are you afraid that Youqing doesn't hate me enough?"
Mu Jiuhan glanced at him and sneered, "If it were you, you would also be anxious."
Mu Weiting: "What do you mean?"
Mu Jiuhan's face was completely devoid of the good attitude he had shown in front of Shang Youqing. His eyes were devoid of smiles as he said coldly, "Junior Sister, risking your heart meridians being burned by the backlash and delaying your treatment to celebrate the birthdays of the He family father and son, isn't that ridiculous?"
The more he spoke, the more sinister his tone became. "But what makes me most angry is that I had already stopped Junior Sister in time, but she forced herself to awaken her consciousness last night, interrupting her treatment, and even ran to find He Cong in the heavy rain. If I hadn't brought Shang You with me, you might not be able to see Junior Sister now."
After hearing these words, Mu Weiting's expression changed slightly. He looked at the closed door again, and his originally calm eyes were obviously flashing with a little depression.
Mu Jiuhan continued to speak darkly and twistedly, "When Junior Sister finally manages to raise those spirit butterflies, the first thing I will do is to take her back to Wutong Mountain. I will then lock her up there and never let her out again."
Mu Weiting: "...You Qing is not a fool."
Mu Jiu sneered coldly, "So I said, it's not without reason that Junior Sister hates you. Do you dare to say that deep down in your heart you have never thought of locking Junior Sister up and taking her for yourself? It's just that you were afraid of being killed by Junior Sister, so you came to me, a traitor and traitor, to cooperate with me behind the back of your master. We are all not good people, so don't always pretend to be disgusting."
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Unexpectedly, although Shang Youqing suffered a backlash this time that was much more serious than the previous times, she did not sleep for as long as before. About half a month later, she woke up from the bed, her black hair was scattered, and her whole body was almost as white as paper.
The pinhole bruises on the back of her hand became darker, but Shang Youqing didn't care. She reached for her cell phone from the cabinet beside the bed, but couldn't hold it for a moment. The phone slipped from her finger bones which had become soft and weak due to the backlash.
Shang Youqing lowered his head, calmly and peacefully gathered his spiritual energy, and reconnected each of his finger joints that had been burned and broken by the backlash during the treatment.
Perhaps she had become numb to the pain over the past few days, so the pain of the broken bone was not enough. She reassembled her finger bones, picked up the phone again, turned it on, and saw that several call record windows popped up.
When Shang Youqing saw the several missed calls from an unfamiliar number that came in the morning of the day after He Zhimo's birthday, his fingertips lingered on the number for a long time, but in the end he still didn't dial it.
She picked out a few messages from the plant research base and replied, then scrolled down to the long explanation Mu Weiting sent her.
Shang Youqing skipped over the nonsense and went to the end. He saw that he had brought Shang You back to Jing City, and would come to see her with Shang You when she felt better.
Shang Youqing read it coldly, sent a message to Xiao Ni at the base, turned off his phone and got out of bed.
When Shang Youqing put on his coat and went downstairs, he heard a rare piece of good news from the housekeeper.
During the time she was comatose, Mu Jiuhan had offended some force and encountered a series of setbacks in his arms business in North America. He seldom returned to the castle during this period and was always out dealing with things.
Shang Youqing didn't ask any more questions. While the housekeeper was still calling Mu Jiuhan to report that she had woken up, she had already gotten into the car that Xiao Ni came to pick her up and left the castle.
"Sister You Qing, why do you look so bad after your vacation? Are you sick?"
Xiao Ni looked at her worriedly and asked shortly after she got in the car.
Shang Youqing said "nothing", and leaned listlessly against the car window with her eyes closed. She was thinking and planning in her mind when she heard Xiao Ni talking about the recent events at the plant base.
It is said that because a new project promoted by a group branch requires the use of a special extraction liquid technology of the plant base, the plant base has recently cooperated with this group branch.
Moreover, it just so happened that the group had come over frequently for inspections and meetings in the past two days.
Shang Youqing initially thought it was just a normal scientific research and business cooperation. However, when he arrived at the plant base, he was personally taken to the meeting by the dean. When he saw He Cong, wearing a neat and clean suit and leading his team into the meeting room, he was shocked to realize that the so-called group branch was also an industry under He Cong's name.
Her body has not fully recovered yet. She came to the plant base to get a dose of medicine. She never expected that she would be dragged here for a meeting and meet He Cong.
Although He Cong's eyes never stayed on her for a moment from beginning to end, it was as if he didn't know her.
Shang Youqing was absent-minded throughout the entire meeting.
After finally making it to the end of halftime, she went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face to sober herself up.
Just as I walked out of the bathroom, I suddenly ran into He Cong's tall and indifferent figure standing by the wall in the corridor. He was answering the phone with a cold voice, but his dark eyes followed me.
Shang Youqing turned around and was about to leave without looking around. He Cong said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Okay, send it to me for review," while walking towards her with his slender long legs.
Soon, he calmly grasped her pale, transparent, thin wrist in front of her, completely gripping the metacarpal bone. His eyes slowly moved from the protruding curve of her wrist bone to the bruise on the back of her hand where she had no time to break free.
Those were the marks left over from frequent injections, but to the unsuspecting He Cong, it looked like he had been strangled and tortured.
He Cong hung up the phone, narrowed his eyes, and asked her coldly: "What is this?"
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