Chapter 74 Maybe I have gained experience from taking care of your son.
The sound of water splashing in the shower was making a loud noise.
Shang Youqing leaned lazily against the bathtub, his fingers resting on the edge still wet, stained with white bath foam, and he casually smeared and drew circles on the water's edge.
After a while, I glanced at the shower room a few steps away through the frosted glass door, and vaguely saw a very strong and tall figure taking a shower.
Shang Youqing slowly straightened his shoulders from the water, placed the back of his wet fingers under his lips and pressed them, then stared at the dark shadow leisurely for a long time.
Until the shower door was pushed open and He Cong came out wearing a bath towel.
His short black hair was damp and casually brushed back, with a few strands of hair sticking messily to his forehead.
Seeing Shang Youqing leaning against the bathtub and staring at him, He Cong's Adam's apple moved slightly and he walked over silently.
He took the bathrobe from the rack nearby and was about to bend over to pick the person up from the water, but Shang Youqing raised his hand to stop him.
He Cong was about to ask her what was wrong when Shang Youqing used her wet fingers to push aside half of the bath towel that was just covering his knees and legs.
Her fingers were a cool white in color, and because she had just taken a bath, the joints were a very light pink. Now, with a cool feeling, they brushed against the obviously red area on his knees.
As if out of genuine concern, she looked up and asked him, "Does your knee still hurt?"
He Cong lowered his eyes and glanced quickly at the place where she touched, pursed his thin lips, and did not answer.
Just as he was about to pull the towel over to avoid her fingers, she looked at him openly and asked, "Isn't it too late to feel embarrassed now?"
He Cong lowered his eyes slightly and let her touch him. He bent down, stretched out his arms to pick her up, and immediately wrapped her in a clean white bathrobe.
When he carried her out of the bathroom, he replied calmly, "Is it any use for me to say it hurts? In this matter, haven't you always wanted me to be in pain?"
Shang Youqing clicked his tongue, "You make me sound like a... um, pervert?"
When He Cong carried her back to the bed and sat her down, his eyes glanced at her cheek again, "Did I say the wrong thing? Why didn't I see you let go of my hand just now?"
Shang Youqing couldn't help but recall it again. When she lowered her head again, she saw He Cong squatting on the edge of the bed, holding her two wet ankles in his palms and stepping on them.
Then, he used a clean, soft towel to wipe away the lingering water marks on her ankles bit by bit.
Shang Youqing watched, his hand still on his shoulder, without a trace of regret, and said as if it was a matter of course: "You deliberately dressed yourself like that, didn't you just want me to open you like a gift for fun?"
This time, He Cong didn't refute her. He lowered his head and carefully dried her feet. He said "hmm" gently, and after a while, he stood up and asked her, "Why don't you rest for a while? I'll go clean up the bathroom."
Shang Youqing didn't say anything, and He Cong didn't seem to want to wait for her consent. He just said something to her and went back to the bathroom.
Shang Youqing sat on the bed the whole time, propping up her face to watch He Cong swaying back and forth in front of her with a bath towel tied around his neck.
Not only did she clean the bathroom, she also washed the clothes, did the housework, and finally went to the kitchen downstairs to cook her a bowl of hot noodle soup.
Shang Youqing took a short nap during this time. He smelled the fragrance and woke up. He saw that He Cong had already brought the soup noodles to the small table next to him.
Without waiting for He Cong to turn around and call him, Shang Youqing stepped on the ground barefoot and leaned on his tall and strong shoulders as if he had no bones.
She stretched her hand along the apron string tied at the back of the man's waist, touched his muscular waist and abdomen, played with it, and couldn't help teasing him.
"Boss He looks much more skilled at housework than I am. Doesn't he usually have servants at home?"
He Cong lowered his head and gently grasped the slender hand that was groping around on his body through the apron fabric. "I raised your son this way for the first two years after he was born."
Unexpectedly, the topic suddenly turned to He Zhimo. Feeling that he had shot himself in the foot, Shang Youqing instantly became obedient and let him hold his hand. After a long while, he squeezed out two words, "...Really?"
He Cong didn't know if it was intentional, and he continued to speak calmly and indifferently, "He's gotten much better in the past two years. He was just a little too attached to me when he was newborn. He usually refused to let Butler Chen and the others hold him, and he only drank the milk powder I made. Maybe he gained experience from taking care of your son during those years."
He Cong kept saying the three words "your son" all the time, as if brainwashing Shang You, wanting Shang Youqing to always remember the fact that He Zhimo was her son.
After saying that, he turned around and stared at Shang Youqing face to face, his eyes focused and silent.
He looked as if he was waiting for her to praise him.
Shang Youqing couldn't ignore it at all, so he could only bite the bullet and praise, "You are amazing."
He Cong pulled her hand over and asked her to sit down and eat noodles.
After all, he had just consumed a lot of physical energy not long ago, and the noodles cooked by He Cong were indeed delicious, so Shang Youqing quickly finished all the soup noodles.
When He Cong went downstairs to clean up the dishes, he looked at the darkening sky outside the window, as if he had just regained some consciousness from this happy dream.
She hesitated and slowly followed He Cong down the stairs.
He Cong was washing dishes in the kitchen with his back to her. She stood by the door, silently looking at his tall and stretched shoulders without saying a word.
It wasn't until He Cong finished cleaning the kitchen and turned to look at her that Shang Youqing retracted her gaze. As if not daring to look at him again, she touched the tip of her nose, cleared her throat and said, "It's getting late—"
Before she could finish her words, He Cong stepped forward and looked at her coldly: "Shang Youqing, can't you warm your heart even a little bit? Now that you've had enough to eat and drink, you want to kick me out?"
Shang Youqing moved the tip of his shoes and managed to stand up straight.
He calmly made up an excuse for himself, "I just thought your work would be more——"
"not busy."
He Cong didn't appreciate her kindness at all, and continued with a cold sneer, "I even had the time to come all the way here to seduce you, do you think I still need this night of sleep?"
“…”
So, Shang Youqing looked at the guy's sharp and straightforward eyes, and he was embarrassed to say the words that he hadn't said yet. He pursed his lips and adjusted his tone as if possessed by a ghost. "Okay, then, you sleep here for one night and leave tomorrow morning."
He Cong was almost amused by her self-proclaimed subtle expulsion, but his face remained serious and pretended that he didn't understand her words that she wanted him to leave early the next morning.
With an expressionless face, he stretched out his arms, picked up Shang Youqing, who was only wearing a loose nightgown, by the waist, and carried him all the way back to the room.
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