Chapter 22: Baby

, Don't Hurt Yourself. When Butler Chen heard Mr. He suddenly say he wanted to personally check the surveillance footage in the middle of the night, he assumed there was something wrong with Yanyuan's heavily guarded system. He worriedly asked, "Sir, is something missing?"

He Cong stared at the surveillance footage that was being opened one by one in the monitoring room, his voice calm and hoarse, "Fuying is back."

Butler Chen's hands trembled at the words, but He Cong, as if nothing had happened, directed the equally frightened surveillance personnel, "Show me the directions of Yanyuan's main and side exits, the entrance to the lakeside area, and the location of Momo's windows and doors."

Butler Chen waited silently by the side, watching their master standing in the middle of the monitoring room, calmly and steadily screening every frame of the surveillance footage, his serious and rigorous look as if he was really serious.

But the more he thought about it, the more frightened Butler Chen became.

Their master had finally managed to regain some semblance of normalcy in recent years thanks to Young Master He. Why,

out of the blue, would he suddenly wake up tonight to check the surveillance footage in search of Mrs. He, who had been dead for three years... and what... Mrs. He had returned...

wasn't that terrifying?

Butler Chen eyed He Cong with strange caution, but couldn't help but utter, "Sir, are you having a nightmare?"

He Cong's dark eyes fixed on the surveillance screen, repeating the same cold, unwavering phrase, "She's back."

That night, He Cong meticulously checked every surveillance camera he could, until dawn was almost over, but still found nothing.

Everyone in Yanyuan was trembling with fear, no one dared to ask further questions.

They simply watched Mr. He, clutching a few thin feathers, leave indifferently.

The Ji

Family.

Beneath a pavilion nestled in the gardens nestled against the hills and water, Ji Huaizhuo had just finished his tea and was leisurely playing with a purple-blue parrot perched on a branch in the elegant garden.

The subordinates next to him were reporting on the company's recent activities. He occasionally said "hmm", but more often he smiled faintly and fed his beloved bird on the branch: "Parrot, here it is."

The parrot tilted its head and pecked the food from his palm, then shouted: "Parrot. Parrot."

At this time, the housekeeper came to report, "Master, He Chengsheng's wife is visiting."

Ji Huaizhuo raised his eyebrows: "So soon."

He raised his hand to signal his subordinates to take the beloved bird back and walked towards the reception hall, "Please ask her to come in."

Madam He Liu had obviously cried before coming, and her eyes were slightly red when she was invited into the reception room. She knew very well that Ji Huaizhuo and He Cong, the current head of the He family, did not get along well. After a few inquiries about his well-being, she could not help but criticize He Cong's cruelty and ruthlessness in front of Ji Huaizhuo.

"It's one thing for He Cong to refuse to help his sixth uncle through the company's crisis, but yesterday he inexplicably went to the remote mountains of Pingzhuang, and when something happened, he blamed his sixth uncle. Now, within a day, he's sent his sixth uncle to jail. How could this not be revenge on his part? Everyone in the He family is afraid of him. It's no use asking anyone for help. I, I'm really at my wit's end this time, so I've come to Young Master Ji, hoping he can help our family..."

As Madam He spoke, she began to sob again.

Ji Huaizhuo had his subordinates pass a tissue, then said soothingly, "Madam He, since you've come to me personally to ask for help, of course I won't stand by and watch you perish, but—"

Madam He immediately stared at him anxiously, "But what?"

Ji Huaizhuo's eyes were gentle and refined, and he kindly reminded her, "You've really gone in the wrong direction. What's the point of bothering He Cong? Young Master He is his weak spot."

As soon as she finished speaking, Madam He calmed down and crumpled the tissue in her hand. Because of Shang You

's

unique properties, having regressed back to her true form as a phoenix chick, Mu Weiting had arranged a special plane so Shang Youqing could safely accompany her to Beijing.

Shang Youqing hadn't slept all day, finally managing a brief nap on the plane, but was quickly jolted awake by the tiny creature in his arms.

He strained his nerves to look down, only to see the phoenix chick, previously tucked away in his arms, prying free from her clothes.

Shang You's fluffy little head tilted back, attempting to unfurl its delicate feathers and flutter upwards. But in a fraction of a second, Shang Youqing plopped down, nearly hitting the window next to her. Shang Youqing's hand caught her just in time.

Still trembling, Shang Youqing gently rubbed Shang You's head and asked, "Baby? Does it hurt? Did you hit your head?"

"Chi, chi!"

Shang You's voice shrieked anxiously, struggling to free herself from Shang Youqing's grasp and attempting to fling herself toward the window again.

"Where are we going?" Shang Youqing gently held down her baby who was flapping his wings randomly and repeated what the baby said.

Shang You nodded.

Shang Youqing looked out the window where the baby was pointing. Under the clouds was the direction of the distant Bindao Island.

She retracted her gaze and gently coaxed the little cub in her arms, "Baby, not here, we are going to Jing City."

Shang You was obviously confused, but she didn't know the reason. She relied entirely on her willpower and instinct. The cub couldn't explain what was going on at all. She just tilted her head anxiously and pitifully and chirped at her mother, hoping that her mother could take her down.

[Mom, I want to go, I want to go. If it were any other time, Shang Youqing would have agreed to all her baby 's

requests, but now the baby was in danger, and Shang Youqing could not afford any mistakes. She could only patiently comfort the little cub, "Okay, after we get to Jing City, and baby successfully molts his tail for the first time, mommy will take you to Bin Island to play, okay?"

Perhaps because they were getting farther and farther away from Bin Island, Shang You's little wings, which had just been fluttering excitedly, gradually fluttered down again.

She curled up her anxious little tail feathers and lay in her mother's palm, her phoenix eyes blazing with tears as she looked at her mother wetly.

After a long while, she lowered her little head in grievance and licked the messy hairs on her charred tail.

"Chi...Chi..."

Shang You sobbed as she licked the hairs.

The little phoenix chick was very careful about its feathers. From a very young age, it loved to take care of every little feather of its own, keeping them clean and beautiful.

But now seeing her little phoenix feathers become gray and frizzy, Shang You was obviously very upset, and she didn't know what to do. She even hated these bad hairs, and buried her head to peck off the burnt feathers on the tail feathers.

Shang Youqing stretched out her fingers in time to block it, and the little beak accidentally pecked her fingers. Shang Youqing didn't care, but used her spiritual breath to comfort the little cub. She

tried her best to smooth out her baby's burnt feathers bit by bit with her fingers, and then calmed her mind and coaxed her: "Baby, Mommy promises you that no matter what, nothing will happen to you, but baby, you can't hurt yourself, understand."