Chapter 43: My Wife Bullies Me.

He Cong's biological father, He Qizhou, sent a subordinate over, claiming that He Qizhou missed his eldest son but was tied up due to official duties, so he specially prepared expensive nutritional supplements and had them delivered.

Shang Youqing was in his office at the time, making a training schedule for He Cong for the next day. After hearing the subordinate's words, he calmly glanced at the so-called nutritional supplements on the table. A total of fifteen special injections were neatly arranged in a gift box.

On the other side of the table was the metal box that the subordinate had just opened, which was heavy with money.

The subordinate smiled meaningfully at her and said, "Doctor Fu, as long as you cooperate well and don't let Mr. He see the examination reports like the ones from the past few days, Chairman He will be able to give you more benefits in the future."

Shang Youqing looked at the box of money and slid her fingers across it slowly. "So, Chairman He doesn't want Young Master He to get better."

Seeing her actions, the subordinate thought she was tempted and said with a smile, "Doctor Fu, the He family's affairs are not something we outsiders can guess. You just need to do as Chairman He tells you."

"What do you think will happen if I hand these two boxes over to Mr. He?"

The subordinate's face changed when he heard this, and he quickly lowered his voice and said in a cold voice: "Doctor Fu, there is one thing I must remind you. The He family is huge, and there are many people who regard He Cong as a thorn in their eyes. I have never shown up in front of Mr. He, so naturally no one knows that I am Mr. He's subordinate. So, even if you take these things to Mr. He, do you think Mr. He will be able to find out who is behind it in a short time?"

Shang Youqing nodded in agreement: "What you said makes sense."

"So, has Doctor Fu thought it through?"

Shang Youqing helped close the box, "Okay, I appreciate Mr. He's kindness, you should take the things back."

"Doctor Fu, are you sure you want to refuse?" The subordinate narrowed his eyes, "Or I'll remind Doctor Fu in another way. There will be no good end if you offend Mr. He."

Shang Youqing's face still had a calm smile: "Then I look forward to it."

The subordinate stared at her for a moment, and finally snorted coldly, carrying the box away.

Not long after the people arranged by He Qizhou left Pingzhuang Mental Hospital, Shang Youqing received a call from Secretary Gao.

Shang Youqing originally thought that Secretary Gao was here to inform her of the time when Mr. He would come over, but Secretary Gao informed her apologetically on the phone that Mr. He had originally planned to come over to visit Master He Cong in the next two days, but unfortunately, the child of the second son of the He family was injured while skiing abroad, and Mr. He was worried about him, so he went over there first.

Shang Youqing said "It's okay" on the phone, and his face turned cold after hanging up.

It's easy to know who is behind this.

When she returned to the ward, the daily training program hanging on the wall had been marked to the third to last item. He Cong was sitting at the desk with his head slightly lowered, quietly writing the project plan for Bindao Port Trade that she had asked him to do.

This was also the new daily training program that Shang Youqing had just added to He Cong recently.

He Cong was even smarter than she'd imagined, especially after being nurtured by her, making him even healthier. While he still had a slight fear of loud crowds, and his reaction time was still somewhat slow, and he wasn't good at communicating with anyone other than her, he always completed most of the tasks she assigned him.

Shang Youqing quietly approached He Cong and leaned in to read his latest port project plan. She was filled with emotion as she finished reading it—

he was indeed the successor that Old Master He had carefully chosen from the very beginning.

No wonder the He family feared him, even after he was confined to a mental hospital.

She was just thinking about this when she saw He Cong suddenly stop writing, his once even breathing becoming a little irregular.

She leaned back behind his chair, her hand tracing from his neck to his collar, playing with the beautiful curve of his collarbone. "Why don't you write anymore?"

He Cong's delicate muscles rippled slightly under the touch, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Wife, my ears are itchy."

Shang Youqing ignored him and continued to play with the boy, gently biting the tip of his slightly red ear and urging him, "Pick up your pen and write a letter to your grandfather."

He Cong obediently picked up the pen, tried to straighten his back, and wrote every word according to Shang Youqing's instructions.

He almost shook his hand several times, and Shang Youqing bit his ear slightly harder as punishment, turning it red. "Try shaking it again." Fearing

that his wife would be angry, He Cong had to bite his thin lips and tighten his wrist holding the pen, not daring to shake it again until he finished the letter.

Shang Youqing's slender fingers turned the boy's head and saw that his face was flushed, and the corners of his eyes were also moistened. Shang Youqing couldn't help laughing, "Why is he so pitiful?"

He Cong pursed his lips, "My wife bullied me."

Shang Youqing stopped teasing him. She put the letter written by He Cong together with the port project plan into an envelope and told him, "When your grandfather comes back next week and receives this letter, he will definitely arrange someone to pick you up to attend his birthday party. He Cong, I will let you officially return to the He family at this birthday party."

He Cong didn't know if he understood. He looked at her with a pair of eyes and said, "I listen to my wife."

"Be good." Shang Youqing sat on his lap

as usual, holding the back of his head with both hands and rubbing it, "But before that, I need to take you to the city to get used to crowded places in advance." He Cong had been hugging her slender waist obediently as usual, but upon hearing this, he immediately shook his head in resistance and muffled his voice: "No."

Shang Youqing's hand slid down and rested on the back of his neck, glancing at him lightly: "Didn't you say you would listen to your wife?"

He Cong hugged her waist anxiously, "But, I just don't want..."

"Humph."

Shang Youqing snorted indifferently, pushed his dog paw away, got up from his legs, pretended to be angry and walked to the window, folded his hands and glanced out the window coldly.

In a moment, the young man followed.

He Cong approached cautiously from behind, sniffing like a puppy, holding her thin white neck skin with his thin lips, biting it gently, and licking it with some flattering grievance, "Wife, don't be angry."

The next second, Shang Youqing turned around, raised her hand to hook his neck and pulled him towards her, "You bad dog, you even learned to seduce your wife?"

He Cong hummed softly, and took advantage of the situation to hold Shang Youqing up with both hands and picked her up face to face. His eyes were burning as he retorted in a low voice, "It's not a bad dog."

Shang Youqing simply let him press her against the window, and leisurely put a few fingers on the back of his neck and scratched it vaguely, "What kind of dog is that?"

He Cong pursed his thin lips straightly, his voice dull and serious, "It's my wife's good dog."

After saying that, he kissed his wife's soft lips hard.