Chapter 40 Like, Wife.

Before dawn, Shang Youqing left Pingzhuang Mental Hospital and specifically found several creatures near the He family's old house to inquire about relevant information.

The result was quite different from what she guessed.

He Cong was sent to Pingzhuang Mental Hospital five years ago. Before entering the mental hospital, He Cong was the eldest grandson of Mr. He, the head of the He family, who was the most favored successor.

He Cong has been an excellent student since childhood. He has won countless domestic and international awards and gold medals since he was a child. Especially among the young masters of the same generation of aristocratic families as Bindao, He Cong is one of the top ones and is always ranked first and mentioned by the elders.

But it was such a superior and noble young master of a noble family who was involved in two murders within the family five years ago. He was eventually sent to the remote Pingzhuang Mental Hospital in the mountains by his biological father.

And in just five years, he became a mentally retarded teenager.

Last night's Typhoon Wuze had knocked down trees and several utility poles on the only road leading into the mountainous area, leaving the area in ruins. When the government repairmen arrived, they looked with some surprise at the row of palm trees standing tall nearby at the Pingzhuang Mental Hospital.

"It's strange! So many houses and trees have collapsed nearby, yet this mental hospital seems perfectly intact. Not a single tree has fallen..."

Shang Youqing researched every relevant incident and, returning to Pingzhuang Mental Hospital that afternoon, heard nurses hurrying down the hallway toward He Cong's ward.

"What should I do? I just received news that the old man of the He family is going to visit that stupid young master tomorrow. Why would the good old man He come to visit him? Hasn't he been abandoned by the He family for a long time?" "

What you said is true. When the young master was normal, he was already loved by the old man He. If he hadn't experienced those bad things, he would have been trained as the successor long ago. How could it be the turn of other young people in the He family--" "

Oh, let's not talk about this for now. The old man He suddenly had the urge to come and visit He Cong, but He Cong was just... whip marks on his arms are so obvious two days ago. What if the old man He sees it and blames him?"

"First, change He Cong into some thick clothes, and then change the things in his ward. As for the rest, let's ask the dean for a solution later!"

As she was speaking, the head nurse who was walking in front opened the door of the ward first, but was frightened by He Cong standing inside the door and almost staggered. She couldn't help but curse--

"He, Master He, what are you doing standing here at the door like an idiot?!"

He Cong didn't look at her, but stood there straight and motionless, staring intently at the direction outside the door: "Waiting for my wife."

"What the hell?"

The head nurse thought that this idiot master was talking nonsense again, and walked around him and began to arrange for people to change everything that needed to be changed in the ward. After the ward was redecorated and looked brand new, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking back, He Cong was still standing at the door without moving.

The head nurse sneered, took a bag of new clothes from the staff next to him, and deliberately walked to the door to block He Cong's view of the outside, maintaining a smile on her face, and coaxing him in a gentle voice.

"Master He, these are the new clothes bought for you by the He family. Why don't you go change your clothes first?"

He Cong shook his head.

The head nurse's expression suddenly changed. "You won't change? If Young Master He doesn't change his clothes, I'll have to call the director to give you an injection!"

At the word "injection," He Cong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips, clearly afraid. He remained silent for a long moment before finally reaching out, hugging the bundle of clothes, and walking back to the ward with his head lowered.

The head nurse was satisfied and led her people away.

However, as she turned and entered the stairwell, she somehow missed her step and unexpectedly fell down the steps.

"Ah! Help!"

"Head nurse, what's wrong with you!"

Shang Youqing strolled down the stairwell amidst the sounds of panicked howls of pain, walked towards the ward, opened the door, and closed it behind her.

She strolled to the bathroom, folded her hands and leaned against the wall, watching the tall, long-legged boy standing at the washbasin, head lowered, enduring the pain of the fabric rubbing against the wound on his arm as he struggled to pull the bundle of clothes over his head.

Halfway through, Shang Youqing couldn't bear it anymore, so she walked over, reached out her hand from behind him, and touched the boy's face covered by the clothes. She pressed the clear outline of his facial features through the sweater fabric. The

boy's breathing stagnated, and he stretched out his hand, touching her warm and cool fingers, and whispered, "Wife."

Shang Youqing indulged him and let him carefully grasp her fingers and rub them to confirm.

After a long while, Shang Youqing slowly put her fingers into the collar of the sweater, and pulled down the collar little by little, revealing the boy's messy hair.

Her fingertips stroked the boy's pale cheeks again, and she gently scratched his jaw like teasing a dog, "Why are you so stupid? You don't even know how to put on clothes?"

The boy didn't react at all, but just looked at her without blinking, his eyes dark and bright, very beautiful.

He really was like a puppy.

Shang Youqing: "Let me see your hand."

The boy obediently put his hand in hers.

Shang Youqing lifted his arm and examined it. It wasn't just whiplash, but also bruises and pinch marks, tiny needle marks...

Shang Youqing's fingers wandered over these wounds, large and small. She was about to use her spiritual energy to heal him, but suddenly changed her mind and gently pulled down the boy's sleeve. Looking up, she saw the fool still looking down at her. She couldn't help but chuckle, "Haven't you seen enough?"

The boy's fingers gently touched hers and held them, his dark eyes glued to hers. He said, "I like it."

The curve of Shang Youqing's lips deepened a little. "What do you like?"

"Wife,"

He Cong repeated, pronouncing every word accurately. "I like it, wife."

Shang Youqing raised an eyebrow, as if to test his sincerity, and slipped her hand under the hem of his sweater.

Regardless of the boy's expression, she openly touched the taut lines of his waist and abdomen, and then tried to touch the lower part of his ribs with her spiritual energy. As expected, the spiritual energy bounced back.

Shang Youqing couldn't help but sigh, it really wasn't that simple, she still had to wait for this idiot to recover.

When she raised her eyes again, the boy's originally fair face gradually turned red, his eyes were dripping with tears from her touch, he was biting his thin lips and breathing slightly, he looked like he was about to be broken by her.

"Puppy?"

He Cong's eyes were misty, he grabbed her wrist that was about to be pulled out from under the sweater, and retorted in a muffled voice: "It's not a puppy."

Shang Youqing deliberately provoked him, "I think it is."