Chapter 26 Shang Youqing, is he your husband?

He Cong had entered Tongwan Amusement Park with his son half an hour ago.

He Zhimo had indeed not casually mentioned the idea of taking his father out for a walk. The little guy had a thorough plan. As soon as he entered the amusement park, he took out the detailed guide he had drawn from his schoolbag.

Then, he took He Cong to play each of the attractions in the order listed.

And He Cong, except for his usual icy face, was very cooperative throughout the whole process, just taking time out to accompany the little boy for a day of fun.

After getting off the pirate ship, the young master He saw a stall selling intangible cultural heritage sugar paintings in front, so he handed the schoolbag to He Cong and said, "Dad, wait here for me." He Cong

thought the little boy was greedy, so he asked the bodyguard to follow behind. He carried He Zhimo's small schoolbag and retreated to the lawn behind the little boy's point, where a few children were playing and chasing each other.

He Cong walked aside with an expressionless face. Just then, a child clutching a kite with a small bird suddenly bumped into him, nearly falling.

He Cong reached out and grabbed the child's hand, about to move out of the way. But when the child, clutching his dazed head and looking up like a bird, tilted his head, He Cong stared at the clear, sweet little face that caught his eye, his long legs seemingly pinned to the spot.

He stared at the child's appearance without blinking, his eyes swirling with unnameable emotions.

Before he could fully react, the little guy broke free from his hand, tugging at the swaying kite string, and couldn't help but look up at him with his big, clear amber eyes, and spoke cautiously in a childish voice: "Thank you, uncle." He Cong came back to his senses a little, and didn't realize that his cold and sharp expression scared the cub. He asked in a slow and calm voice, "Are you hurt?"

Shang You shook his head. A gust of wind suddenly blew over, blowing down the bird kite that Shang You was already pulling and making it sway. It accidentally got hung on the top of the tree in front of him.

Shang You's brow furrowed, and she was about to turn around and call for her mother when the icy uncle from earlier not only didn't walk away but offered, "I'll help you get it down."

He Cong walked a few steps to the tree. His tall stature allowed him to reach up slightly and easily pluck the small bird kite from the treetop. He turned around and was about to hand it back to the child standing obediently at the back, looking up and waiting for him, when a male voice rang out from the front. "

You You?"

A man with a distinguished demeanor in a light blue shirt and black pants called out to the child in front of He Cong with a smile.

He Cong's cold gaze passed behind the man and fixed his gaze on Shang Youqing, who was walking beside him, holding the same bird kite as the one he was holding.

The little cub's voice rang out again. She responded to the person behind her, then looked up at He Cong, who was still holding her bird kite, in confusion. "Uncle?"

He Cong's fingers, which were pressing against the tail of the kite, loosened slightly, and he finally returned the bird kite to the cub in front of him. "I'm giving it back to you."

Shang You held her beloved little kite in her arms, politely and obediently thanked this cold and strange uncle, then returned to her uncle and mother, and took the initiative to tell her mother what had just happened.

Shang Youqing looked over at He Cong, who was standing under a tree not far away. But before she could say anything, Mu Weiting beside her reached out and gently brushed the fallen leaves off Shang Youqing's head, saying, "I'm glad Youyou is okay. Youqing, there are a lot of people here. Why don't we take Youyou somewhere else to fly a kite?"

Shang Youqing turned her head to glance at Mu Weiting, who was still looking at her with a gentle expression, without any abnormality.

"...Brother, wait for me a moment." Since they had already run into each other, and He Cong had just helped her baby get the kite, Shang Youqing had to go over and say hello before leaving.

Mu Weiting nodded: "Okay, then Youyou and I will wait for you here."

When Shang Youqing approached, He Cong was still standing there straight and indifferent, looking very calm, until she spoke, "Mr. He, what a coincidence."

Shang Youqing's eyebrows lifted, and she pointed to Shang You behind her. "Thank you for your help just now, Mr. He."

He Cong lowered his eyes, seemingly expressionless, but every word seemed frosted. "Is it your baby?"

Shang Youqing nodded in acknowledgment without thinking.

At this time, He Cong's eyes slowly shifted from her face, looking at the cute little girl not far away, and then at the man accompanying the little girl. He heard Shang Youqing say, "Then I'll be leaving first," and then he replied coldly, "I know."

The next second, a gust of wind swept by...

He Zhimo rushed over like a calf, pushing aside his father, who stood like a block in the way. With a plop, his tiny hands tightly wrapped around Shang Youqing's thighs as he turned to leave.

A few minutes earlier, He Zhimo had been at a stall selling sugar figurines and heard the old man boast about his ability to draw all sorts of small animal figurines.

He Zhimo suddenly remembered the bird figurine Shang Youqing had given him, and he described it vividly. The old man listened with amusement and quickly drew him two similar little bird figurines.

Satisfied, He Zhimo took them, thanked the old man, and turned to have his bodyguard pay. He then headed back, holding a small bird figurine in one hand, but halfway there, his eyes widened as he saw this scene:

Shang Youqing and Shang You standing on the lawn with a stranger.

Shang Youqing walked over to his father, said something indistinct, and turned to leave.

Seeing that Shang Youqing was about to go back to that man again and her father was still standing there motionless, He Zhimo suddenly lost his composure. He threw the sugar painting in his hand to the bodyguard uncle, rushed up angrily and hugged Shang Youqing's legs, pouted and shouted: "Shang Youqing!"

Shang Youqing turned around in a daze and looked down. Young Master He appeared out of nowhere and hugged her tightly with his soft little hands.

With his head tilted back, it was obvious that he was a high-demand baby who could not bear any inner friction and could not stand any grievance. With a pair of tearful eyes, he asked her in a slightly babyish voice, "Shang Youqing, is he your husband?"

Shang Youqing was shocked: "...What a thing."

He Zhimo pointed behind her with trembling hands and said loudly: "The one standing next to Shang You, the man who is not even as handsome as my dad! Is he Shang Youqing's husband?"

"..."

With the sudden loud voice of Young Master He, it was hard for Mu Weiting, who was standing behind, not to hear it...

Shang Youqing had to look at He Cong in front of her for help, thinking that He Cong would at least come over to pull Young Master He away, but he didn't. He Cong was still standing there, staring at her with a stern expression on his face, as if he was also waiting for her answer.

He Zhimo still held her stubbornly, refusing to let go, his eyelashes covered with huge tears, and his voice was sticky and aggrieved, "Shang Youqing, please tell me quickly."

After a few seconds, probably because he was afraid that the young master He would really cry out, Shang Youqing finally spoke and denied, "He is not."