Chapter 23: My wife broke your leg, and you're still proud, aren't you?

Shang You's misty amber eyes flushed even more red, and she chirped softly. Seeing her mother's finger reddened by her peck, she trembled her little wings and hugged her finger, nuzzling it with her fluffy head, chirping briefly.

Shang Youqing caressed the little fluffy ball in her arms. "It doesn't hurt. Mommy knows it wasn't intentional."

"Chirp..."

Shang You gasped. Her own tail feathers still burned with pain, but she clutched her mother's finger tightly and licked it again and again, fearing it would hurt her too.

Shang Youqing, meanwhile, patiently combed the little phoenix chick's tangled tail feathers, knowing the baby was concerned. Whenever she saw the edge of a feather about to curl from the burn, her fingertips, brimming with spiritual energy, patiently smoothed each soft, thin feather

until the little phoenix chick gradually fell asleep.

That morning, they finally arrived in Jing City.

Mu Weiting's confidant drove over and took them to the base of the 57th Research Institute.

Shang Youqing was always concerned about the little one in her arms. Even the slightest shake of Shang You's feathers in her sleep had to be carefully checked and observed, for fear that there would be any other accidents.

Mu Weiting sat next to her in the seat. Seeing that she was tense all the way and still couldn't relax, he finally couldn't help but call her: "Youqing, take a break."

Shang Youqing raised her head slightly and glanced at the road signs outside the car window. Only then did

she realize that the car was heading towards the research institute. A subtle sense of strangeness suddenly surged in her heart. She turned her head and asked: "Brother, you are not going to tell me that the human I slept with is now in your research institute, right?"

Mu Weiting turned his noble and handsome face towards her. Hearing this, the corners of his lips twitched slightly and said: "Of course not, you will know when we get there."

...

Changci Temple.

Outside the Buddhist temple, Yu Zhu hung up the phone and looked inside with a little caution and uneasiness -

He Cong was wearing a dark Zen-style mid-length windbreaker of Chinese cut, with a tall and steady figure, standing quietly in the Buddhist temple.

A whole morning had passed, and He Cong was still standing in the Buddhist temple, staring at the compassionate Buddha statue in front of him with a stern face, motionless from beginning to end.

Yu Zhu had just talked to the housekeeper Chen on the phone and learned about what happened in Yanyuan last night. Knowing that Mr. He's abnormal behavior this time was probably caused by his excessive longing for Mrs. He, he became even more alert and did not dare to slack off at this critical juncture.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but finally, He Cong walked out, walked down the steps of the Buddhist temple, and got into the car with a cold smell of burning incense.

Yu Zhu followed suit, taking the passenger seat and mentally preparing to postpone the trip and instruct the driver to return to Yanyuan. The next moment, however, Mr. He, seated in the back seat, buttoned his cuffs with aplomb and said calmly, "Let's go straight to the banquet."

Yu Zhu was taken aback for a moment before acknowledging "Yes," and instructing the driver to turn around and head for Ximan.

This had been a previously scheduled itinerary. Today was the engagement party for the daughter of the prestigious Li family of Bindao Island, and He Cong, as the new head of the He family, was naturally among the invited guests.

And unlike the other invited juniors, He Cong had been personally invited by the Li family's patriarch, and He Cong naturally couldn't afford to let him down.

Upon arriving at the celebrity-studded Ximan Ballroom, a melodious symphony began to fill the dance floor. Such an important occasion naturally attracted many to connect with prominent families and explore political and business partnerships.

In the past, in such a world of fame and fortune, He Cong would have been more than aloof and accommodating.

But today, he was clearly in a bad mood. Several unsuspecting guests boldly approached him seeking cooperation. He Cong simply sat at the head of the table, his eyes cast down, his long, well-proportioned fingers twirling a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads. He said, "Some other time," his tone bland, clearly showing no desire to discuss cooperation at this moment.

But those few, seeing this rare opportunity to meet Mr. He, were unwilling to let it slip. They recklessly approached He Cong with the project document. "Mr. He, please take a look first. I promise I won't take up too much of your time—"

Before he could finish his words, He Cong paused fiddling with his bracelet and raised his eyelids.

"Whose family are you from?"

One of them, hearing He Cong's question, was about to answer with a look of delight when the other two pulled him away. The look from the He family patriarch instantly broke into a cold sweat. Belatedly realizing something was amiss, they hurriedly apologized and retreated with their companions.

The noisy music and banquet music were making everyone increasingly annoyed. He Cong endured the engagement ceremony at the banquet and then went to the Li family to congratulate them again, bringing gifts and giving the old man of the Li family enough face. Then he stood up and left.

Just as he reached the terrace outside the banquet hall, an unexpected guest approached.

Ji Huaizhuo, with a gentle smile, blocked his way. "Long time no see, Mr. He."

He Cong parked at the side of the terrace, his cold face expressionless. "What's up, Mr. Ji?"

"Of course I am. The Ji family's Weiye port was raided a while ago. It wasn't a big deal, but it kept me busy for several days. I only just found time to come and attend the engagement party for the Li family's daughter."

He Cong glanced at his watch impatiently. "Are you done?"

Seeing that He Cong turned and left without the slightest desire to listen to his nonsense, Ji Huaizhuo chuckled softly, the red wine in his hand swaying slightly. He lowered his eyes to watch the wine dripping from the glass and spoke slowly.

"He Cong, when you had the car accident that year, it was said that if you were not careful, you would have been eaten alive by those who were fighting for power in the He family. But Fu Ying was not by your side at that time. You didn't know that she actually came to see me."

As expected, He Cong paused and was silent for a moment. He turned around, and his dark eyes revealed clear mockery: "Why, you are still proud of having your legs almost broken by my wife?"

Ji Huaizhuo's expression changed slightly, and he soon smiled again, "Okay, it's not wrong for President He to comfort himself in this way."

He Cong was very calm when it came to his wife. He has always been unwilling to suffer even the slightest loss on any issue, and he sneered coldly when he heard this: "Don't try to stir up trouble if you don't understand. Do you really think my wife would like any garbage?"

Ji Huaizhuo narrowed his eyes, "Then if I say that Fuying gave me a gift before she died, Mr. He should be interested, right?"

The bright lights of the banquet reflected, making the fountain pool under the terrace shine brightly. He Cong slowly stepped forward, the cold light cutting across his angular profile, staring at the person in front of him. The murderous rage that had been suppressed for many years was still dormant under his deep cold eyes, waiting to break out.

But he was finally brought back to his senses by the Buddha amulet swaying lightly with his steps under his neck. He just smiled coldly and calmly: "It's just a He Chengsheng, but Master Ji mobilized so many people. You said Fuying gave you a gift, so I should believe you?"

Ji Huaizhuo raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect He Cong to guess his purpose so quickly. He curled his lips calmly: "Mr. He doesn't believe it?"

Facing the cool breeze blowing over from the terrace, He Cong laughed lazily: "Do you think my wife has never given me good things, or do you think that what she gave me is not enough or good enough, so that I am worthy of your junky things?"

Ji Huaizhuo smiled stiffly, obviously he could no longer maintain that fake smile. He smiled with his fake smile, "Mr. He, are you sure you don't want to know?"

"Master Ji, keep it for yourself. After all, you can only be a sewer rat who is thinking about other people's wives."

He Cong finished speaking indifferently, and without the patience to listen to any more nonsense from him, he turned and left.

...

At the same time.

Beijing City, 57th Research Institute.

"Youqing, we're here."

Mu Weiting's voice rang out, causing Shang Youqing, who was almost asleep against the car window, to suddenly open his eyes.

Afraid of waking up the little cub buried under his clothes, Shang Youqing responded in a low voice, and very gently picked up Shang You, who was curled up like a small fur ball, and followed Mu Weiting out of the car.

On the way, they met a few people coming out of the base. When they saw Mu Weiting, they called him "Professor Mu" very respectfully.

Mu Weiting nodded, led Shang Youqing into one of the buildings, and used the key to enter the upper floor of the elevator.

Mu Weiting asked Shang Youqing to go into a lounge, "Youqing, wait here for me, I'll go get the things out."

"Okay."

Shang Youqing watched Mu Weiting put on a white protective suit, walk to the end of the corridor, and enter a cold storage that looked like some kind of experiment.

About ten minutes later, Mu Weiting returned, a chill enveloping him. In his white-gloved hands, he held a tube of clear liquid.

Inside, a tiny drop of crimson blood clung to the liquid.

Shang Youqing instantly understood what it was. When she took it from Mu Weiting, the glass tube still shone with icy air.

As soon as the incision was opened, the little phoenix chick, still dazed and groggy in Shang Youqing's arms, seemed to have sensed the blood it so desperately needed. Almost instinctively, it spread its tiny wings and, chirping, fluttered onto Shang Youqing's hand.

Then, it lowered its head and licked the drop of blood Shang Youqing had poured out.

Mu Weiting brought over a freshly opened syringe, intending to draw some blood for Shang You.

But Shang Youqing, feeling in the way, simply lowered her head, bit her finger, and fed it to her baby.

The little phoenix chick immediately embraced her finger and sucked on it.

After a few seconds, the small tail feathers that were originally burnt and curled up, stood up again and glowed with a faint golden glow.

Shang Youqing saw clearly the changes in the little phoenix baby in the palm of her hand in an instant.

This shows that the tube of blood-containing potion that Mu Weiting gave her, that is, the drop of blood just fed to Shang You, is indeed from Shang You's biological father.

For a moment, Shang Youqing's heart seemed to be squeezed by something, and an indescribable emotion surged up.

She raised her eyes, holding the empty potion, looked at Mu Weiting and asked.

"Senior brother, whose blood is this?"