Chapter 69 Is the blood between him and your child purer than Mo Mo’s?
Before He Cong could finish his words, Shang Youqing raised his hand and pushed him away.
Shang Youqing said with a cold expression, "I don't understand what you're dreaming about. I said everything I should have said half a year ago. It's impossible for me to have any feelings for a human like you, and I can't give you what you want. He Cong, if you really want it, you can go find—"
"Why, Shang Youqing, you still want to find a stepmother for my son?"
He Cong was pushed back half a step and leaned against the wall behind him. When he heard Shang Youqing's words, his eyes, which were originally filled with deep secrets, were instantly frozen, as if he felt that his so-called idea just now was extremely ridiculous.
The dim light in the corridor clearly cut off his stern profile. He stared at Shang Youqing, sneered coldly and self-deprecatingly, and spoke word by word:
"You're right. As a mere human, I really don't understand you Phoenix people. You can just say you don't want me, and right after you've separated from me, you can't wait to have a daughter with another man—"
Shang Youqing frowned and looked at him coldly.
In the silent corridor, the two faced each other silently.
Shang Youqing repeatedly clenched and loosened her hands that were hanging at her sides. Just when she finally loosened her fingers completely and was about to say something, her cell phone suddenly rang at an inopportune time.
Shang Youqing had to swallow the curse that was on the tip of his tongue, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button without even looking at it.
"Junior sister, it's so late and it's raining so hard, why did you go to someone else's house? Come down quickly, Youyou and I are waiting for you outside."
Shang Youqing listened to Mu Jiuhan's gentle laughter coming from the phone, took a deep breath, and hung up the phone.
She looked up and saw He Cong still blocking the way. She pushed He Cong away with a cold face without saying a word, walked quickly to the window at the end of the corridor, and looked at the door downstairs.
There was indeed a car with its lights on parked in front of the villa.
It seemed that they had also noticed her upstairs. The people in the car even lowered the window so that Shang Youqing could clearly see that Shang You, who had been brought to North America at some point, was sleeping soundly in Mu Jiuhan's arms.
Mu Jiuhan's other hand seemed to be gently placed on the back of the kid's head, but his gaze was like a seductive venomous snake, accurately falling on her who was standing on the second floor of the villa.
Just at this moment, He Cong also followed.
He stood by the window and glanced indifferently at the car at the door of the villa. His slow and deep tone was filled with clear mockery: "The blood of the child he and you have is purer than Mo Mo's, right?"
Shang Youqing turned back with a sharp gaze, no longer showing any patience: "He Cong, try to say that drunken madness to me again."
He Cong closed his mouth coldly and stared at her coldly.
However, at this moment Shang Youqing had no time to care about what he was thinking, and there was no way he could stay here any longer.
She took a step and was about to go downstairs. He Cong raised his leg and blocked her way with his strong and tall body, continuing to stare at her without saying a word.
It seemed as if he was afraid of saying anything to anger her, but his eyes were extremely gloomy.
Shang Youqing was forced to pause and looked up: "Get out of the way."
"Shang Youqing, you know best what kind of bad character I have."
Not only did he not let her go, he also reached out and tightly gripped her thin wrist, pressing down on the long protruding joints of her wrist bone. He was still suppressing the last terrifying sinister surge in his eyes.
"As long as you don't leave tonight, I forgive you for what you did before."
"But if you dare to go with that man outside now, you are Mo Mo's mother. I will not hurt you no matter what. However, I can tell you with certainty that no matter what your relationship with him is, I will never let this man go, and I will never let him have an easy life in North America!"
Shang Youqing's eyebrows moved slightly when he heard this, and he looked at him indifferently.
He Cong thought he had frightened her, and he opened his thin lips coldly and stiffly, as if trying to soften his overly strong and cruel attitude.
But the next second, Shang Youqing shook off his hand even more decisively and walked away without looking back.
The cold and wet raindrops hit the window glass beside him. He Cong stopped where he was, his eyes filled with a gloomy and cold light.
He slowly walked back to the window, without much expression on his face. He just looked down indifferently at Shang Youqing's slender figure walking out of the villa with an umbrella and then getting into the car parked outside the villa gate.
Soon, the car lights cast blurred and overlapping shadows in the rainy night, going farther and farther away, and finally completely disappeared from He Cong's sight.
He Cong took out his cell phone and sent the license plate number of the car to Yu Zhu, and gave orders with an expressionless face, requiring him to find out all the information related to the owner of the car at all costs.
At the same time, in Mu Jiuhan's car.
Shang Youqing took Shang You back from Mu Jiuhan's arms almost as soon as he got into the car. Because the baby was still sleeping soundly, Shang Youqing remained silent and held Shang You patiently all the way.
When the car returned to the ancient castle, Shang Youqing got out of the car, carried Shang You back to her previous room, and laid her down carefully.
When he closed the door and went out, he saw Mu Jiuhan leaning on the railing at the corner of the stairs with his arms folded. Without thinking, Shang Youqing walked up to him and slapped him with all his strength.
“Snap—”
Mu Jiuhan was hit hard and her face tilted to the side. Her first reaction was not pain. Instead, she took a deep breath of the cool air that brushed against her cheek. Then she raised her hand to rub her red face and laughed bitterly, "Although I expected it, it still hurts... Little Junior Sister."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Youqing raised his leg and kicked him hard towards the stairs.
Mu Jiuhan was caught off guard and fell down several steps, almost falling down the stairs.
He quickly grasped the handrail of one of the stairs and stood up again, gasping for breath. "No... Junior Sister, there's no need to be so cruel. I just hope you can come back for treatment as soon as possible..."
Shang Youqing stood on the stairs and glared at him coldly, "Perhaps I should burn those psionic butterflies with Phoenix Fire right now."
Hearing this, Mu Jiuhan's expression changed slightly. He immediately straightened up, his eyes full of sincerity: "Okay, Junior Sister, I apologize to you. I was wrong. I really shouldn't have used Youyou to threaten you. I won't do it again next time."
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The next morning, the air in Wencheng was slightly damp and chilly after the rain.
When He Zhimo woke up from his crib, there was a ball of itchy fur next to his face.
He Zhimo touched it with his finger, and as expected, a small feather fell off.
He stared at the feather in a daze for a long time with his gloomy little face. As he stared, his eyes began to turn red.
Then, He Zhimo raised the back of his little hand to rub his eyes and the tip of his nose, and silently picked up the few small feathers that had fallen on the pillow one by one, hid them in his trouser pocket, and planned to go out and throw them away soon.
Just as he climbed down from the crib, his slightly red, cold eyes suddenly caught sight of a birthday gift bag tied with a bow on the table.
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