Chapter 41 Wife, give me a reward.

He Cong opened his mouth anxiously, as if he didn't know how to prove that he was not a puppy, and quickly closed it tightly again.

He looked like a good dog who was humiliated in front of his wife, but dared not get angry or say anything.

Shang Youqing teased the dog for a while, then took him back to the bed and talked to him about business: "I just heard outside, is your grandfather coming to see you tomorrow?"

He Cong lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Shang Youqing turned his chin with his fingers and asked seriously: "Can I help you go back to the He family?"

He Cong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, don't go back."

"Why not go back? Do you want to stay here forever, be beaten, be fed all kinds of medicine, and be treated as a mental patient?"

He Cong was silent again.

Shang Youqing slowly pressed her thumb against the corner of the boy's lips, then traced a circle along his thin, lighter lips. She reached inside and methodically fiddled with his moist lips and teeth for a while, her voice also slow, "I don't like disobedient dogs."

He Cong was stunned, letting Shang Youqing stand on the edge of the bed and play with his lips and teeth. Not only was his breathing disordered, but his ears soon turned red. He spoke vaguely, "I'm obedient."

Shang Youqing chuckled softly, pulled out her fingers, and gently wiped them with his face. "Listen carefully to what I say next. Remember it carefully, okay?"

He Cong looked at her slender, light pink fingers, couldn't help but swallow, and nodded again.

Shang Youqing briefly explained what he needed to do, and then reminded him, "When you see Mr. He tomorrow, you will do as I just said. Remember?"

He Cong nodded slowly.

Shang Youqing reached out and touched his head, "If you complete the task, I will give you a reward."

The boy's eyes lit up again, and he nodded vigorously several times without asking her what the reward was.

The next day, the head of the He family, Mr. He, indeed came to Pingzhuang Mental Hospital.

Mr. He only brought two trusted subordinates with him on this trip, and did not tell anyone. Even so, when they arrived at Pingzhuang Mental Hospital, the director and everyone else were on high alert, not daring to slack off.

"Acong...how are you doing lately?"

Mr. He walked into the hospital slowly, leaning on a black cane. He looked around at the relatively comfortable and quiet environment. After listening to a few words from Director Xu next to him, he directly asked about He Cong's recent situation.

The typhoon had caused severe damage across much of Bindao Island. As Grandpa He watched the news, he immediately thought of his eldest grandson, who was also recuperating in the mountainous area of Pingzhuang, within the typhoon's orbit...

Despite such a devastating event, he was still worried about the eldest grandson he had raised and groomed as his successor. Without telling the rest of the He family, he personally visited Pingzhuang.

Dean Xu replied respectfully, "Mr. He, Young Master He is still the same as before. He's emotionally unstable and requires constant supervision."

Grandpa He's expression grew more serious upon hearing this.

Dean Xu was about to lead Grandpa He to He Cong's renovated ward when a young man's voice suddenly rang out from across the lawn.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!"

Grandpa He paused for several seconds and turned to see a thin, pale young man huddled on a vine trellis not far away, his eyes fixed on him with a dull, cold stare.

Old Master He's hand, resting on his cane, trembled, and he walked over, eyes red.

Dean Xu, standing behind him, glanced nervously at the staff behind him and whispered, "Why isn't Young Master He in the ward?" "

No, I don't know. Young Master He was still in the ward when I went to check on him just now. How did he suddenly come down

here..." Dean Xu didn't have time to listen to their shirking of responsibility and could only follow.

Old Master He walked up to He Cong and couldn't help but ask, "A Cong, did you recognize Grandpa just now?"

He Cong lowered his eyes and nodded.

Old Master He always remembered that in the five years since He Cong was sent to Pingzhuang, he had found time to visit his eldest grandson several times every year. But He Cong always refused to pay any attention to the He family, always sitting quietly in a corner, daydreaming, carving stones, or muttering to himself about the plants.

Old Master He always felt a pang of regret when he saw this, for this was once his proudest grandson.

Grandpa He was overjoyed to hear He Cong calling him. He reached out to pull He Cong up, but as soon as his hand touched He Cong's arm, He Cong's hand trembled and immediately curled back.

"A Cong, what's wrong? What's wrong with your hand?"

Dean Xu hurried forward with his men. "Mr. He, it might be because it's cold outside. I'll have someone take Young Master He back to the ward—"

Grandpa He said in a low voice, "Get out of the way." He pulled up He Cong's sleeve with concern and took a look. After seeing the shocking new and old scars on He Cong's arm, Grandpa He's solemn face suddenly darkened.

"Is this how you take care of my grandson?"

Dean Xu's face turned pale. He tried to step forward to explain, but was stopped by Grandpa He's trusted subordinates.

Just as Grandpa He was about to take He Cong away from Pingzhuang Mental Hospital, He Cong's father, He Qizhou, received the news and rushed over.

"Dad, where are you taking Acong?"

Old Master He pointed at him and scolded, "How dare you mention it? Didn't you say that Acong was recuperating here in Pingzhuang? Look at how Acong has been tortured! You, as a father, have left Acong alone now that you have a new wife, right?"

"Dad, what are you talking about? Acong is my son, how could I ignore him!" He Qizhou quickly glanced at the scars on He Cong's arm, frowned and said, "I guess it was a few caregivers who saw that the He family was not around, so they deliberately bullied Acong. Let's do this, Dad, I will fire all the caregivers who are taking care of Acong and replace them with new ones--"

"No need!" Old Master He interrupted him, "Acong, come back to the He family with me!"

"Dad, haven't you forgotten why Acong was sent to Pingzhuang?" He Qizhou saw that Grandpa He was indeed shaken, and immediately said, "Acong is not well yet. If we rashly bring him back to the He family, what will the other members of the He family think? What if someone dies by accident..." Grandpa

He turned his head to look at the silent boy. The hand that was holding the boy's thin wrist loosened a little, and his eyes flickered slightly.

He Qizhou continued to persuade, "It was indeed my negligence this time. I will immediately arrange for someone to take care of Acong--"

"Replace all the attending physicians for Acong. The new physician team will be selected by me personally." Grandpa He said indifferently.

He Qizhou wanted to say something but stopped, but thinking that this was better than letting the old man take the person back like this, he had to bite the bullet and agreed.

Old Master He looked at He Cong, who was in a daze again, with a heavy and helpless expression. After a long while, he said, "A Cong, you must take good care of yourself. When you recover, grandpa will definitely take you home, okay?"

He Cong lowered his head and looked at the old man's hand gently patting the back of his hand. After a long while, he finally said, "Yeah."

Soon He Cong was sent back to the ward.

The difference this time was that, due to Mr. He's order, all the caregivers around He Cong were replaced with people arranged by Mr. He, even though the new doctor had not yet arrived.

He Cong's injuries were treated seriously, and he was taken for many tests throughout the day.

He Cong was very cooperative at first, but as time went on, he still didn't see his wife, and he became more and more anxious, repeating "Go back to the room, go back to the room"...

The servants thought that Mr. He was sick again, so they didn't force him to go for other tests at this critical moment. They had to send him back to the ward to wait for the new doctor that Mr. He had found.

So no one expected that He Cong would stand at the door with a blanket in his arms all night, waiting.

Until the next morning, the door of the ward was reopened.

He Cong was stunned, looking at his wife who appeared outside the door in a white coat.

The assistant who was following at the side saw the young man standing there early in the morning, and was stunned for a moment before introducing him, "Young Master He? This is the doctor Mr. He specially invited from Beijing, Fu Ying. From now on, Doctor Fu will be responsible for treating Young Master He."

Shang Youqing tilted his head slightly and said a few words to the assistant. The assistant nodded in agreement and hurriedly took the report and went out.

Soon, only Shang Youqing and He Cong were left in the ward.

Shang Youqing looked at the young man with a real gaze, "You didn't sleep all night? You just waited for me at the door?"

He Cong seemed to have just come to his senses. He pursed his lips, hugged his blanket without saying a word, returned to the edge of the bed, hugged his legs, and looked out the window with a bitter and resentful look.

Shang Youqing slowly walked over. "Okay, I admit, I'm a little late. I went to Beijing and tried to get back as early as possible this morning."

As she spoke, she gently pushed down the leg he was holding, then stood up and straddled his lap. She rubbed the back of his neck with her hand and looked at him like a puppy, "So, don't be angry anymore, okay?"

He Cong groaned, his waist and abdomen tensed, as if he were being squeezed by her knees.

The boy's ears flushed red, and he leaned on the side of the bed, waiting for a long time, but still nothing happened.

So, as if he couldn't help it, he raised his head and reminded her in a muffled voice: "My wife said, complete the task and give me a reward."

Shang Youqing didn't expect that this fool also knew how to ask for rewards. Just when she was about to ask him what reward he wanted,

the next second, the boy took her hand and placed it on a certain position where she had held it before, then looked at her with moist and red eyes, repeating the two words, "Reward."

Shang Youqing lowered her head and glanced at him, her eyes slightly raised. She couldn't help but patted him lightly with her hand, but it didn't seem like anger. Instead, every word seemed to be biting him lazily and seductively, "Little pervert."