Chapter 44 Okay, okay, dear wife.

Shang Youqing brought He Cong to the center of Bindao City. It was a rare sunny day that day.

She leaned against a tree at the opposite corner of the street and looked into the door of a bakery on the opposite commercial street.

He Cong was standing in line behind the cashier with a few bags of bread and an expressionless face. The young man had a straight and slender figure, three-dimensional and handsome features. He wore a white shirt and black pants that she had matched for him personally. He was rigorous and neat, and naturally exuded the elegant and indifferent temperament of a nobleman.

But that face looked so cold that there was no expression. He was like a bionic man completing the behavioral procedures she had set -

picking up a few bags of bread on the list, queuing, paying, picking up the packed bread paper bags, turning around and walking straight towards her along the zebra crossing.

He Cong came back to her, his breathing trembling with some suppression.

Shang Youqing promptly pulled the spiritual water she'd prepared from her backpack and fed him two sips, gently patting his back. "Are you okay?"

He Cong clutched the bread in his hands. "Honey, I'm scared."

"You can't be scared." Shang Youqing reached out and ruffled the strands of hair that fell slightly over his eyebrows. "The He family is a place that eats people without leaving any bones. If you show even the slightest fear, they'll eat you alive."

Throughout the day, Shang Youqing took He Cong to several crowded places for behavioral training. He Cong's behavior became increasingly normal.

Aside from his expression remaining impassive, he looked almost normal, and he performed every activity she assigned with flying colors.

Back at Pingzhuang Mental Hospital, He Cong, who had appeared calm and steady just a moment before, felt like he'd returned to a safe haven upon entering the ward. He dropped his head and buried it in the crook of Shang Youqing's neck, his hands tightly clasping her lower back.

He nuzzled and bit her neck, soon soaking her collar.

Shang Youqing touched his hand, which was covered in tears and saliva. She lifted his head and, as expected, saw the boy's eyes soaked with tears, looking extremely aggrieved.

Shang Youqing knew he had been outside all day, enduring fear to complete her task, and she couldn't bear to scold him anymore, so she just coaxed him: "Alright, alright, honey, kiss me?"

He Cong grumbled a muffled "hmm," then self-consciously lowered his head and bit her lower lip, trying to take it all in his mouth with a bit of puppy guarding his food.

Then, with a muffled voice, he carefully savored the little bit of sweetness his wife had fed him, licking it for a while, comforting himself.

He repeated this for a long time, almost sucking Shang Youqing's lips until they were half full, then reluctantly let go, his face slightly flushed, his eyes wet and clinging to her, and

he continued to press forward, "You have to hold your wife to sleep tonight." Shang Youqing pressed her lips, which were almost numb from the sucking, with her fingers, and glared at him, "...That's enough."

He Cong stubbornly held her close, "I want it."

Shang Youqing remembered that she had several simulated trade conferences scheduled in the next few days and needed to take He Cong to them to get accustomed to them, so she compromised, "...Okay, then you have to come with me to the city these few days."

He Cong hesitated for a moment, but the thought of having his wife to sleep with him at night quickly succumbed to the temptation and nodded in agreement.

That night, Shang Youqing stayed in He Cong's hospital room, under the pretext of needing to record He Cong's latest sleep status.

Perhaps because he wasn't used to going to the city with her for the first time that day, He Cong was awakened by a nightmare that night. He stared at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes until his tense wrist was gently grasped by a delicate, white hand.

"He Cong, did you have a nightmare?"

He Cong turned his head in shock. After taking in Shang Youqing's appearance, the coldness in his eyes instantly faded. He buried his head in Shang Youqing's arms without a word, his voice low and trembling with a hint of suppression, "Wife."

Shang Youqing lowered her head to touch his head and stroked the puppy's fur. "Wife, hold me while I sleep, don't be afraid."

The boy then hugged her tighter.

Shang Youqing felt pity for the boy and let him rub and cuddle all night long. However, the next morning, Shang Youqing woke up—

He Cong had somehow slept, his two paws tightly wrapped around her waist, his head already nuzzled from the crook of his neck to her chest, his face buried in it, sound asleep, completely unaffected by the nightmare last night.

"..."

Shang Youqing pushed his head away, stood up, and slightly adjusted his collar, which had been tangled by his tangle. Suddenly, he heard He Cong's sleepy voice behind him, "Wife?"

Shang Youqing was about to turn around to scold the dog when he saw He Cong sitting up in bed, clutching several feathers in his hands. He fumbled with them in confusion. Before he could figure out where these beautiful feathers came from, Shang Youqing snatched them away, giving him a rather perfunctory excuse: they were collected.

He Cong, upon hearing that his wife had collected the feathers, begged her without hesitation: "Wife, I want some too."

Shang Youqing grabbed his chin and glared at him: "Finish today's mission first."

Whether He Cong was truly attracted to her feathers or what, over the next few days in the city, He Cong's performance improved with each passing day. This

was especially true at the several important trade conferences she had dragged him to, where he absorbed a lot of useful information and presented her with a list upon his return, which only made Shang Youqing even more satisfied.

The day before Mr. He's birthday banquet, Shang Youqing took He Cong through a comprehensive physical exam, leaving the entire hospital in a state of disbelief.

Young Master He, who had suffered from dementia for five years, was gradually being brought back to normal by the doctors assigned by Mr. He. His previously precarious physical condition was gradually returning to normal, especially his mental state, which showed he could communicate normally. He also appeared to be in perfect physical condition.

Shang Youqing, however, wasn't surprised at all.

He Cong had been meticulously cared for by her for so long, feeding him daily with phoenix blood and spiritual water mixed with his medicine, and accompanying him through progressive rehabilitation exercises. With all the effort she had put into this, how could he possibly not recover?

That same day, Shang Youqing finally received a call from Secretary Gao, who announced that the He family would send a special car to pick her and He Cong up early the next morning for the birthday banquet.

Shang Youqing anticipated all the unexpected situations that might occur at the birthday party and also gave He Cong some precautions in advance to ensure that the birthday party could go on as she planned.

The next day, after the He family's special car arrived, Shang Youqing specially asked He Cong to change into the suit she had customized according to his size and attend the party together.