Chapter 45 My wife can beat me however she wants, but I won’t admit my mistake.
Since Mr. He did not announce the news of He Cong's return immediately, everyone in the He family, and even the guests who came to celebrate his birthday, did not know that He Cong would come at first.
In order to shut up some people, Mr. He announced a piece of good news shortly after the banquet started.
"Everyone knows that the He family has been mediating trade issues at the two major ports of Dongmen Port and Changgang for a long time. But just a few days ago, the He family successfully completed the acquisition of these two major ports."
As soon as Mr. He said this, there was constant congratulations and applause at the banquet, especially many voices praising Mr. He. After all, in addition to the He family, there were several other major families competing for the two major ports. Unexpectedly, the ports finally fell into the hands of the He family.
But when Mr. He heard these words, he just smiled and waved his hand. "The reason why this acquisition was so smooth is, in fact, thanks to the acquisition strategy provided by Mr. He's grandson."
Everyone looked at each other, wondering which young member of the He family was so outstanding. To have won the favor of Mr. He this time, his future prospects and status would be limitless...
Just as everyone was discussing this, Mr. He looked out the door of the main hall and waved with a smile, "A Cong, come in quickly."
Almost instantly, everyone's eyes fell on the eldest grandson of the He family who walked onto the red carpet from the main hall.
He Cong was wearing a well-cut dark black suit. He was tall and straight, and walked in with steady and calm steps. He did not look like a mental patient at all, but instead had the noble and elegant temperament of a young man from a noble family.
He walked to the center of the main hall, presented Mr. He with a calligraphy piece he had personally engraved, and wished his grandfather a happy birthday.
At this moment, the He family members sitting at the head table lost their patience first. He Cong's second uncle stood up with a dark face, looked at Mr. He and said, "Dad, He Cong had clearly already--"
Old Master He interrupted him and said to the banquet crowd, "It's a good opportunity to use my birthday party today to announce another piece of good news to everyone. Ah Cong was previously ill, but after years of treatment, he has now recovered and will officially return to the He family."
Mr. He paused and looked at He Cong again, "A Cong, say a few words to the uncles and elders."
He Cong responded and faced everyone at the banquet. In a clear, organized, gentle and respectful tone, he briefly recounted his past and his remarks on returning to the He family.
After Mr. He and He Cong had spoken in succession, no one dared to raise any objection to He Cong's return. After all, at the beginning of the banquet, He Cong showed the first report card of his return -
He helped Mr. He win the port acquisition that he had been negotiating for a long time.
The subsequent presentation, including the report on healthy body, was just icing on the cake.
The entire He family, including the guests, knew that after today, the position of the He family successor would be shaken up again...
After the birthday banquet, He Cong officially moved back to the He family's old house, which was the west manor where he lived in his childhood.
As He Cong's attending physician, Shang Youqing was naturally arranged to move to the manor as well.
Everything went according to Shang Youqing's plan, but Shang Youqing knew in his heart that there were undercurrents in the He family. Although He Cong moved back to the He family, it also meant that there would be more dangers in the future.
Shang Youqing cannot ensure that he can stay by He Cong's side all the time. Therefore, in order to enable He Cong to have the ability to protect himself, in the next period of time, after the daily treatment is completed, Shang Youqing will privately take He Cong to a special underground secret site for shooting training, fighting and other projects.
He Cong always came back to see her with full marks.
That day, after Shang Youqing sent He Cong to training as usual, he wanted to go to the city center of Bindao to buy some materials.
He Cong has collected a lot of feathers recently and kept pestering her to make new feather pendants. Shang Youqing was so annoyed by his pestering that she went to the city center while He Cong was still training at the shooting range.
Unexpectedly, when the car was halfway there, it was surrounded by two black cars and they refused to stop and threatened her to get in.
Seeing that the other party was holding a gun, Shang Youqing raised his eyebrows and followed them into the car.
She sat in the back seat, letting the masked man shackle her. She looked at the gun in his hand and asked, "Did He Qizhou arrange for you to come here?"
The masked man paused and threatened, "If you don't want to die, shut up!"
Shang Youqing's face was covered, but he simply raised his hand to slightly adjust the shackles at his wrists and chuckled. "Boss He, you've gone to so much trouble. It's really not necessary. Boss He simply thinks I'm standing in the way of his other son. Talk to Boss He and we can sit down and have a good talk. If it comes to resorting to violence, I'm afraid no one will be in a good situation."
The masked man stared at her, not knowing how a mere doctor could remain calm in the face of the gun in his hand. But before Director He gave any order, he could only snort and let the person sitting in front send the message.
A few minutes later, the van arrived at a remote and abandoned warehouse.
Shang Youqing used his spiritual sense to clearly memorize the route in his mind, and he didn't know how the other party found such a remote corner in the center of Bindao City.
During the half hour she was taken into the warehouse, she waited patiently for news from He Qizhou.
After all, she also knew that He Qizhou held a lot of shares in the He family and it was not so easy to shake him. She wanted to have a good talk with him, but she didn't expect that half an hour later, the masked man returned to the warehouse and gave her such a choice -
"Doctor Fu, no matter what your purpose is, Director He advises you to quit while you are ahead. If you are willing to leave He Cong, Director He will give you a generous reward and send you anywhere you want. But if you insist on helping He Cong with his treatment, then... I'm afraid you won't be able to leave here today."
Shang Youqing sneered, "It seems that I am too easy to talk to, which gave Director He the illusion that he was delusional."
As she spoke, her hands, which were shackled behind her back, slowly gathered spiritual power. Just as she was about to remove the shackles, the next second, there was a loud bang and the iron door of the warehouse was kicked open.
Through his spiritual sense, Shang You clearly saw the two people stationed outside the warehouse being knocked down one after another. He Cong rushed in with a cold face, and quickly ungunned the masked man who had just confronted her, threw him over his shoulder and beat him to death.
Shang Youqing's heart skipped a beat as he heard the man's hysterical screams. He shouted towards He Cong, "He Cong! Stop hitting me!"
When He Cong heard her voice, he was like a beast on the verge of violence that was suddenly restrained, and his eyes, which were a mixture of light and dark, regained clarity for a moment.
Only then did he throw the man who was beaten half to death into the corner of the wall, and rushed towards Shang Youqing panting heavily, pulled off the mask on Shang Youqing's face, and untied the shackles on Shang Youqing's hands.
After seeing the two-finger-wide red marks on Shang Youqing's fair wrists caused by the shackles, He Cong's dark eyes, which had just calmed down, became seething again. He said in a hoarse voice, "Wife, wait for me a moment," turned around, took out a revolver from the lining of his coat, and pointed it towards the corner.
Shang Youqing rushed forward quickly, and violently removed the gun from He Cong's hand just as he was about to load the bullet into the gun. Then, without saying a word, he grabbed He Cong by the back of the collar and said coldly, "You come back with me now!"
Shang Youqing carried He Cong into the car and drove directly back to the manor.
The two of them walked in silence.
He Cong held the unloaded pistol tightly in his hand, with a sullen face, staring out the window without saying a word.
Shang Youqing's face became even colder, and he didn't even look at him along the way.
When they returned to the manor, Shang Youqing dismissed the servants from the main building on the pretext of giving He Cong a treatment project. He took He Cong back to the bedroom, locked the door, and went straight to the bed and sat down.
After a while, she tugged down the tassel knot that hung the bed curtain and ordered expressionlessly, "Take off your clothes."
After a few seconds of silence, He Cong took off his shirt without saying a word and walked up to her.
Shang Youqing held the rope and looked at him coldly, "You fired a gun in the center of Bindao City, He Cong, are you looking for death?"
"Or do you want to be sent to Pingzhuang Mental Hospital again?"
The residual light from the curtains filtered in, illuminating He Congsen's cold and stern profile. A hint of violence was still suppressed in his eyes, and he spoke coldly, almost stammering at each word: "They can't touch my wife."
Shang Youqing narrowed his eyes: "You dare to talk back?"
He Cong's eyes were filled with uncontrollable murderous intent, and he stared at Shang Youqing who was sitting on the bed like a ferocious beast. His breathing became heavier, and suddenly he stretched out his hand and pulled out the black belt around his waist.
Seeing that he still dared to fight with him, Shang Youqing was ready to use the rope in his hand as a whip to hit him.
The next second, there was a dull thud and He Cong knelt down in front of him.
He Cong suppressed his brows with indifference and restraint, handed over the belt with both hands, lowered his head and said in a low and cold voice: "My wife can beat me however she wants, but I won't admit my fault."
Shang Youqing was silent for a moment, then grabbed the belt from his hand and swung it over.
The metal buckle of the belt made a harsh sound when it hit the floor next to He Cong's feet. It was Shang Youqing who pulled the belt next to He Cong's feet.
He Cong knelt beside Shang Youqing's legs, waiting motionless for his wife to whip and punish him, but the belt missed him and hit him hard at the feet.
He Cong was stunned for a moment, and his drooping eyelashes moved. He raised his head and saw that Shang Youqing still had a cold expression, but his hand holding the belt was tightening slightly.
Realizing that his wife was reluctant to punish him, He Cong took a deep breath and his eyes darkened. He no longer cared whether his wife would be angry or not. He grabbed Shang Youqing's legs with his hands that had been trained to be increasingly strong, and rushed over like a mad dog.
He Cong has been training frequently during this period, and his body has become increasingly strong and sturdy.
Shang Youqing was caught off guard and was taken advantage of by him. His original anger seemed to be dissipated in an instant, but he did not push his head away with much force. Soon, the knee that was held gently slid across the side of his neck and touched his face again.
Shang Youqing couldn't help but let out a breath from his lips.
She supported herself on the edge of the bed with one hand and put the other hand in his hair, tilting her head slightly.
Immediately afterwards, I felt several points very clearly.
He Cong has a very straight nose.
The tongue is also hot.
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