Chapter 37 Why should I be afraid of the son my wife and I have?

Chapter 37 Why should I be afraid of the son my wife and I gave birth to?

He Cong knew how troublesome it was when the little guy was in pain. Seeing He Zhimo tossing and turning in Shang Youqing's arms, changing positions to ask for a hug, Shang Youqing's skin under his forearm was pressed red. His eyebrows were wrinkled, and he couldn't help but speak.

"If you get tired of holding Momo, I can hold him in turn."

Shang Youqing shook his head. After a long while, He Zhimo, who was held in his arms, muttered and turned his head to rub against him. Shang Youqing lowered his head and touched the little guy's forehead with his face to feel the temperature, "It seems that the fever has subsided..." "

Really."

He Cong also subconsciously stretched out his hand, and two fingers first touched Shang Youqing's jade-white cheek. Shang Youqing did not make any move to dodge, and let his hand rub against her cheek, and then fall on the cub's forehead.

He Cong's Adam's apple twitched slowly as he said, "The temperature has indeed dropped."

Shang Youqing hadn't noticed anything yet, but she finally breathed a sigh

of relief. She placed her palms on the little creature's back, where the two distinctly curved shoulder blades stood out. She figured He Zhimo would soon return to his true form and officially shed his tail. Thinking of this, she looked up, only to be met with He Cong's overly intense gaze.

Shang Youqing was taken aback for a moment. Although this was sudden for both her and He Cong, and she herself still had many unanswered questions, she felt it was necessary to let He Cong know now.

She looked at him, lips pursed gently, and said, "Didn't you ask me on the phone why Momo was losing his feathers?"

He Cong lowered his voice, "Yes."

"Momo is definitely not human."

Shang Youqing's hands supported the little creature's clearly molting phoenix skeleton in her arms. She chose not to hide it from He Cong, but instead calmly reminded him.

"Soon, He Zhimo might transform from a human cub into... a furry ball similar to a baby bird. If you're scared or can't accept it, feel free to leave. Once Momo successfully molts, we can discuss other matters."

He Cong was calmer than she was. He stared at her and said, "He's my wife's son. Why should I be afraid?"

Shang Youqing had been speaking calmly, but the direct gaze and the sudden words "my wife's son" caught her off guard, as if choking her. She didn't react for a moment.

A subtle heat welled up in her cheeks, and her fingers tensed inexplicably. She touched the cub, then slipped away, unsure of what to do.

He Cong's firm hand slowly grasped the cub, enveloping it completely within his grasp.

He Cong's oppressive black eyes fixed solely on her. His voice was steady and weighted, "Don't be nervous."

"...Who's nervous?"

Shang Youqing struggled against his hand, but couldn't break free. Just as she was about to raise her head and glare at him, she saw He Cong's tall, slender figure crouching before her.

He Cong's thumb gently circled her wrist, resting her hand in his. With his other hand, he took a Band-Aid he had prepared at some point, tore open the wrapping, and carefully bandaged the tip of her recently bitten index finger.

Shang Youqing looked down at the human's stern, handsome face, feeling an indescribable mix of emotions.

From her perspective at that moment, she couldn't remember everything that had happened since she'd descended the mountain three years ago.

Therefore, she assumed she had simply broken her vows and slept with a human while searching for spiritual roots, accidentally carrying a phoenix cub.

Even now, she felt that her feelings for He Cong were simply a desire to obtain his phoenix blood, so that her cub could survive each molting phase in good health.

But... the human didn't seem to think so.

While seemingly still only vaguely aware of her and her child's true identities, he possessed the patience to understand and learn as much as possible. He bandaged her finger, then slowly raised his eyes and asked, "What does molting mean?"

Shang Youqing stared at him and translated bluntly, "You can think of it as transforming from short feathers into beautiful, long feathers."

He Cong's gaze fell on He Zhimo, and he began to ponder silently.

But before he could form any conclusions, the cub in Shang Youqing's arms suddenly twitched violently and scratched its arm in pain. "Mommy, it hurts... it hurts so much..."

Shang Youqing's face paled, and her heart, which had just relaxed, instantly sank back into its throes. She lifted the cub's sleeve and saw tiny, needle-like feathers piercing its delicate skin.

This was clearly not normal.

According to normal molting procedures, He Zhimo should have first reverted to his true form as a phoenix cub before fluffing out his newly molted golden tail feathers...

But at this moment, it looked as if He Zhimo was trying desperately to transform back into a phoenix, unable to break free from the confines of his human body.

The feathers, which should have been molting, were unable to unfold, forcing themselves to burst through the flesh and bones. He Zhimo's body suddenly felt as if pierced by the feathers, a pain unbearable.

Shang Youqing's eyes pierced this scene, more painful than a needle piercing her heart. She momentarily forgot to breathe and urgently injected soothing spiritual energy into the cub. The feathers, soothed by the healing energy, quickly retreated beneath He Zhimo's skin.

But even this only temporarily soothed the little creature's pain.

Shang Youqing could clearly sense that He Zhimo's body temperature was once again surging.

"Mom, Mom..."

He Zhimo's face turned pale, his lips trembling slightly, like a dehydrated fish. Gradually, he lost even the strength to call out "Mom."

He Cong noticed Shang Youqing's hands trembling as well, and immediately reached out to support the cub.

Shang Youqing finally regained consciousness from her palpitations. She forced herself to calm herself, letting He Cong hold the cub. She then ripped the pendant from her neck and placed it on He Zhimo.

It was a phoenix blood bead, forged from her phoenix marrow. After it was placed on He Zhimo's heart, the cub's temperature gradually stabilized, but it only soothed the pain.

The cub's mouth remained slightly open, as if something was squeezing its heart, preventing it from molting its tail or awakening.

Suddenly, as if a realization dawned on Shang Youqing, her palm, shimmering with a faint golden glow, brushed across He Zhimo's heart. Through her spiritual power, Shang Youqing finally saw the cause of He Zhimo's inability to shed his tail:

a black mist, like countless fine threads, entwined around the cub's heart.

It had clearly been present since the cub was born, and over the years, it had left fine, dense marks on its heart.

No wonder He Zhimo has been sickly since childhood, no wonder he couldn't regain his true form and complete his first molt despite being fed drops of his parents' blood...

Shang Youqing stared at the black mist surrounding the baby phoenix's heart, her pupils bloodshot, her mind filled with the half-truths Mu Jiuhan and Mu Weiting had told her before...

-I'm looking forward to you recovering that memory, little Junior Sister. Once you do, you'll be like you were back then, desperate to get away from that human father and son.

-I just want to tell you, Junior Sister, it's useless for you to go...

-I'll wait for you outside Yanyuan, Youqing. I believe you'll understand my brother's painstaking efforts once you get there.

Shang Youqing narrowed her eyes, unable to bear it any longer, and turned to leave.

The next second, He Cong held the cub, staring at her back with intense eyes, and spoke in a suppressed voice: "Fuying."

These two words without any ripples made Shang Youqing's chest tremble violently, and the steps she had just taken seemed to be nailed down for a moment.

But she immediately thought of the current state of the heart meridian she had just seen from her phoenix baby, as if her heart was heavily bound and she could hardly breathe.

She suppressed the scarlet in the corners of her eyes, turned her head back, and before He Cong could say anything, she rushed over and hugged him and the cub a little hard.

Shang Youqing put her cheek against his neck, her lips rubbing against his ear slightly, and explained to him: "Mo Mo has some problems with his heart meridian. You wait for me for a day, no, half a day. I'll go back to get something and come back."

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