Chapter 45 My wife can beat me all she wants, but I won't admit my fault.

Because Mr. He didn't publicize the fact that He Cong was back right away, the He family and even the guests who came to celebrate his birthday didn't know that He Cong would come at first.

In order to shut up certain people, Mr. He announced a piece of good news shortly after the banquet started.

"Everyone knows that the He family has been mediating on the trade issues of the two major ports, Dongmen Port and Chang Port, for a long time, but not long ago, the He family successfully completed the acquisition of these two ports." As

soon as Mr. He said this, there was constant applause at the banquet, especially a lot of praise for Mr. He. After all, in addition to the He family, there were several other major families competing for the two major ports, but they didn't expect that the ports would fall into the hands of the He family in the end.

Upon hearing these words, Old Master He simply smiled and waved his hand. "The smooth progress of this acquisition is, in fact, thanks to the acquisition strategy provided by Mr. He's grandson."

Everyone looked at each other, wondering which young member of the He family had so excelled, earning Old Master He's favor this time. Their future prospects were boundless...

Just as everyone was discussing this, Old Master He glanced toward the main hall door and waved with a smile, "Acong, come in."

Almost instantly, everyone's eyes were drawn to the eldest grandson of the He family as he emerged from the main hall onto the red carpet.

He Cong, dressed in a well-tailored dark black suit, stood tall and straight, shuffling in with a steady and composed gait. He showed no signs of mental illness, but rather the refined and elegant demeanor of a young man from a noble family.

He walked to the center of the main hall, presented Old Master He with a calligraphy piece he had personally engraved, and congratulated him on his grandfather's birthday.

At this moment, the He family members sitting at the first seat at the banquet were the first to lose their patience. He Cong's second uncle stood up with a dark face, looked at Grandpa He and said, "Dad, He Cong had clearly already..."

Grandpa He interrupted him and said to everyone at the banquet, "It just so happens that today, during my birthday banquet, I have another piece of good news to announce to you. Acong was ill before, but after years of treatment, he is now healthy and recovered. Acong will officially return to the He family."

Grandpa He paused and looked at He Cong, "Acong, say a few words to the uncles and elders."

He Cong responded, facing everyone at the banquet, with a clear tone, orderly and gentle and respectful speech, briefly recounting his past and his return to the He family.

After Mr. He and He Cong had spoken in succession, no one dared to raise any objection to He Cong's return. After all, at the beginning of the banquet, He Cong showed the first report card of his return -

he helped Mr. He win the port acquisition that he had been negotiating for a long time.

The subsequent speech including the health report was just icing on the cake.

The entire He family, including the guests, knew that after today, the position of the He family successor would be reshuffled again...

After the birthday banquet, He Cong officially moved back to the He family's old house, which was the west manor where he lived in his childhood.

Shang Youqing, as He Cong's attending physician, was naturally arranged to move to the manor with him.

Everything went according to Shang Youqing's plan, but Shang Youqing also knew in his heart that the He family was undercurrent. Although He Cong moved back to the He family, it also meant that there would be more dangers in the future.

Shang Youqing couldn't ensure that she could always be by He Cong's side. Therefore, in order for He Cong to have the ability to protect himself, in the next period of time, after the daily treatment, Shang Youqing would privately take He Cong to a special underground secret site for shooting training, fighting and other projects.

He Cong always came back to see her with full marks.

On this day, Shang Youqing sent He Cong to training as usual, and wanted to go to the city center of Hamajima to buy some materials.

He Cong had accumulated a lot of feathers recently, and he kept pestering her to make new feather pendants. Shang Youqing was so pestered by him that she went to the city center while He Cong was still training at the shooting range.

Unexpectedly, the car was intercepted by two black cars halfway through the journey and threatened to stop and not stop, and she got in the car.

Seeing that the other party was holding a gun, Shang Youqing raised an eyebrow and followed them into the car.

She sat in the back seat, allowing the masked man to shackle her. She eyed the gun in his hand and asked, "Did He Qizhou send you here?"

The masked man paused and threatened, "Shut up if you don't want to die!"

Shang Youqing, her face covered, simply raised her hand to slightly adjust the shackles at her wrist, chuckling. "Mr. He's going to such trouble, but it's not necessary. He simply thinks I'm standing in the way of his other son. Talk to Mr. He, and we can sit down and talk it over. If it comes to resorting to violence, I'm afraid no one will be in a good situation."

The masked man stared at her, unsure how a mere doctor could remain calm in the face of the gun in his hand. Before Mr. He could give the order, he could only scoff and tell the man in the front seat to pass on the message.

A few minutes later, the van arrived at a remote, abandoned warehouse.

Shang Youqing memorized the route clearly through her spiritual sense, wondering how the man had found such a secluded corner in the center of Bindao City.

During the half-hour she was taken to the warehouse, she patiently waited for news from He Qizhou.

After all, she knew He Qizhou held a significant stake in the He family, a position that wouldn't be easily shaken. She had hoped to have a proper conversation, but unexpectedly, half an hour later, the masked man returned to the warehouse and offered her a choice.

"Doctor Fu, regardless of your motives, Director He advises you to quit while you're ahead. If you're willing to leave He Cong, Director He will give you a generous reward and send you anywhere you wish. But if you insist on continuing to treat He Cong, then... you might not be able to leave here today."

Shang Youqing scoffed. "It seems I'm too easy to talk to, giving Director He the illusion of wishful thinking." As

she spoke, her shackled hands slowly gathered spiritual energy. Just as she was about to remove the shackles, there was a loud bang, and the warehouse door was kicked open.

Through his spiritual sense, Shang Youqing clearly saw the two people stationed outside the warehouse being knocked down one after another. He Cong rushed in with a cold face, and quickly unloaded the gun from the masked man who had just confronted her, threw him over his shoulder and beat him to death.

Shang Youqing listened to the man's hysterical screams, her heart skipped a beat, and she shouted loudly to He Cong: "He Cong! Stop it!" When

He Cong heard her voice, it was like a beast on the verge of violence being strangled, and a moment of clarity returned to his eyes, which were a mixture of light and dark.

He then threw the man who was beaten half to death into the corner of the wall, gasped and rushed to Shang Youqing, pulled off the mask on Shang Youqing's face, and untied the shackles on Shang Youqing's hands.

Seeing the two-finger-wide red marks on Shang Youqing's fair wrists from the shackles, He Cong's dark eyes, which had just calmed down, were filled with anger again. He said in a hoarse voice, "Wife, wait for me a moment," turned around and pulled out a revolver from the lining of his coat, heading towards the corner.

Shang Youqing rushed forward quickly, violently disarming He Cong's gun as he loaded the bullet. Then, without saying a word, he grabbed He Cong by the back of the collar and said coldly, "Come back with me now!"

Shang Youqing carried He Cong into the car and drove directly back to the manor.

The two of them were silent all the way.

He Cong held the disarmed pistol tightly in his hand, his face gloomy, and he stared out the window without saying a word.

Shang Youqing's expression grew even colder, and she didn't even glance at him the entire way.

Back at the manor, Shang Youqing dismissed the servants from the main building, pretexting she was going to perform a treatment on He Cong. She took He Cong back to the bedroom, locked the door, and sat down beside the bed.

After a moment, she tugged at the tasseled cord that held the bed curtains and, expressionless, ordered, "Take off your clothes."

After a few seconds of silence, He Cong silently removed his shirt and walked over to her.

Shang Youqing gripped the rope and looked at him coldly. "You fired a gun in the center of Bindao City, He Cong? Are you looking for death?"

"Or do you want to be sent to Pingzhuang Mental Hospital again?"

The residual light from the curtains filtered through, illuminating He Cong's cold and stern profile. He still suppressed a hint of violence in his eyes, and spoke in a cold, almost hushed voice, "They can't touch my wife."

Shang Youqing narrowed his eyes. "You dare to talk back?"

He Cong's eyes were filled with uncontrollable murderous rage, and he stared at Shang Youqing, who was sitting on the bed, like a ferocious beast. His breathing became heavier, and suddenly he reached out and yanked the black belt from his waist.

Seeing that he dared to fight him, Shang Youqing was ready to use the rope in his hand as a whip.

But the next second, there was a dull "thud" and He Cong knelt before him.

He Cong suppressed his brows with indifference and restraint, handed over the belt with both hands, lowered his head and said in a low and gloomy voice: "My wife can beat me however she wants, but I won't admit my fault."

Shang Youqing was silent for a moment, grabbed the belt from his hand and swung it over.

The metal buckle of the belt made a harsh sound on the floor near He Cong's feet. It was Shang Youqing who whipped the belt at He Cong's feet.

He Cong knelt beside Shang Youqing's legs, originally waiting motionlessly for his wife to whip and punish him, but the belt swung in vain and hit his feet hard.

He Cong was stunned for a moment, and his drooping eyelashes moved. He raised his head and saw that Shang Youqing still had a cold expression, but his hand holding the belt was slightly tightened.

Realizing that his wife was reluctant to punish him, He Cong's breathing slowed down, his eyes darkened, and he no longer cared whether his wife would be angry or not. He grasped Shang Youqing's legs with his hands that had been trained to be increasingly strong and powerful, and he buried his head in them like a mad dog.

He Cong had been training frequently in recent times, and his figure had become increasingly sturdy, straight, and strong.

Shang Youqing was caught off guard and was taken advantage of by him. His original anger seemed to be dissipated in an instant, but he did not push his head away with much force. Soon, the knee that was held gently slid across the side of his neck and touched his face again.

Shang Youqing couldn't help but let out a breath from his lips.

She supported herself on the edge of the bed with one hand, inserted the other hand into his hair, and tilted her head slightly.

Then, she felt a few points very clearly.

He Cong's nose bridge was very straight.

His tongue was also very hot.