Chapter 47 Pregnant with Phoenix

In a VIP box that was booked in advance, Shang Youqing met the seemingly elegant young master of the Ji family.

Ji Huaizhuo was eloquent and after several exchanges, Shang Youqing was relieved to learn that it was He Qizhou who was contacting the Ji family.

She told Ji Huaizhuo directly: "I also inquired before coming here. Young Master Ji loves his sister very much and has the power to dominate your sister's marriage in the Ji family." "

So I came here this time to personally remind Young Master Ji that even if He Qizhou intends to marry He Cong into the Ji family later, it is only He Qizhou's unilateral wish. In order to avoid affecting your sister's reputation, Young Master Ji can directly refuse the relevant invitation."

Shang Youqing said so much, and Ji Huaizhuo naturally heard some hidden meanings. He nodded slowly and responded gently.

"I see, thank you for your reminder, Doctor Fu."

He looked at Shang Youqing who was sitting opposite him. She was wearing a light-colored woolen sweater, and her figure was thin and slender. The arched window of the box let in soft yellow light, which made her ancient and elegant face even more charming.

But before he could take a closer look, Shang Youqing had already stood up, making a gesture of saying goodbye.

Ji Huaizhuo also stood up, "I'll see you off, Doctor Fu."

When leaving from the side door of Tan Palace, the automatic revolving door slowly opened. Ji Huaizhuo raised his hand and put it across Shang Youqing's shoulder, blocking the door from turning in the air.

Shang Youqing paused slightly, said "Thank you, Young Master Ji", and took two steps forward.

Before sending Shang Youqing to the car, Ji Huaizhuo suddenly looked at her and smiled deeply and asked.

"Doctor Fu, I'm actually a little curious. In what capacity on behalf of He Cong are you speaking to him today? I have a feeling that the relationship between you and He Cong is more than a simple doctor-patient one."

Shang Youqing could have replied perfunctorily, but she looked up and saw the ulterior motive in Ji Huaizhuo's eyes. She paused, then smiled faintly, "You can ask him yourself later."

With that, she closed the car door and drove off.

Shang Youqing returned to the manor, her head aching with fever. Instinctively, she went upstairs to He Cong's bedroom, opened the closet, dumped all of He Cong's usual clothes onto the bed, and then sank herself into the pile of clothes, stained with He Cong's scent.

Amidst the scorching heat, she belatedly realized that this was the final time she had officially reached adulthood, shedding her phoenix's tail.

Perhaps because He Cong held the aura of her own spiritual roots, Shang Youqing instinctively wanted to bury herself in his clothes and shed her tail.

As a result, Shang Youqing was completely unaware that her meeting with the eldest son of the Ji family at Tan Palace that night had been secretly photographed by Bindao media and reported on the news.

He Cong, while abroad, received the news push immediately. Clicking on it, he saw the photo, showing Shang Youqing at the side door of Tan Palace, dimly lit. Her beautiful face, hazy with features, was slightly flushed. Ji Huaizhuo's hand was around Shang Youqing's shoulder.

Above the photo, the headline read: "The eldest son of the Ji family of Bindao met a long-haired beauty at Tan Palace at night."

He Cong read the news with a cold face and applied for a flight back to Bindao overnight. Before dawn, He Cong rushed back from the extremely cold region and pushed open the bedroom door in a rage. However, after seeing the scene inside, all his anger subsided...

In the dim and hot room, the large bed was cluttered with his clothes.

His wife was sleeping naked in his pile of clothes, with fair skin and long legs, and the profile of her face was breathtakingly beautiful in the hazy light.

At this moment, she was like some kind of bird guarding its nest, curled up in his coat, with her eyebrows and eyes flushed with a hot and wet red, and her lips were redder than before, gently biting the corner of his cufflink.

He Cong stared at her for a few seconds, his throat tightened, and he closed the door. He did not forget to go into the bathroom to wash his face, and also washed his hands clean to make sure not to dirty his wife, and then returned to the bed.

"Wife?"

He Cong climbed onto the bed with his long legs, and carefully picked up Shang Youqing from the pile of clothes.

"Wife, do you have a fever?" He Cong lowered his head and carefully touched her face with his lips, "It's a little hot."

"...He Cong?"

Although Shang Youqing had completed her last tail molting in the second half of the night, her body temperature had not yet completely dropped, and her consciousness was still a little restless and confused. She looked at He Cong who suddenly appeared in front of her in a daze, touched her forehead dully, and blinked, "It's not hot."

He Cong was stunned, and was about to be fainted by his wife's cuteness. He couldn't help burying his face in her chest again, taking a deep breath, his voice muffled inside, "It's really hot."

Shang Youqing weakly held the back of his collar, tilted his head up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Can it be as hot as yours?"

He Cong hugged her smooth waist, his eyes were dark and bright, and his breathing was hot.

Shang Youqing didn't say anything, and He Cong shamelessly kissed her again, "Is it okay, wife, wife?"

Shang Youqing was almost annoyed by his repeated muttering of "wife", and couldn't help but hold his head and blocked his mouth herself.

At the very end, Shang Youqing only remembered that her body was lifted up, and her vision was shaking violently. She heard He Cong still calling "wife" in her ear, over and over again.

When she woke up again, it was dark outside again.

Shang Youqing had been changed into fresh and clean pajamas. When she raised her sore wrist, she found that there was a diamond ring on the ring finger of her left hand.

It was inlaid with a huge, pure and flawless colorless diamond, and the ring was a simple silver ring.

Shang Youqing lifted it up and looked around carefully, and soon recognized that the ring was clearly forged from the parts of the pistol she had removed before.

At this time, the door was gently opened. Shang Youqing looked over and saw He Cong coming in with dinner.

"Wife, are you awake?"

When Shang Youqing slowly propped herself up and sat up, He Cong put down his things, walked over to help her put a pillow under her, then lowered his eyes to look at her waist which was moving carefully, and asked softly: "Does it still hurt?"

"..." Shang Youqing was too lazy to argue with him about this. After all, they slept together, and she was also over-indulgent.

Shang Youqing changed the subject and spread the diamond ring on her hand in front of him, "Where did you get it?"

He Cong sat down on the edge of the bed, gently massaging her waist with his palms, and told her truthfully: "I bought it in North America with the first pot of gold I earned."

Shang Youqing couldn't understand: "Why buy such a thing? Didn't I tell you to save the money?"

He Cong said confidently: "This is one of the money I saved to become my wife."

Shang Youqing frowned slightly, and was about to push his dog paw away, but He Cong took the opportunity to hug her and put her on his lap, lowered his head and held her lips, kissed her vaguely and said, "I'm not angry yet, wife, you are not allowed to be angry."

After a long while, Shang Youqing finally had to push him away slightly. Her lips were kissed so red that they looked like roses, "What are you angry about?"

He Cong told him that he rushed back to Bindao overnight after seeing the news last night. Shang Youqing couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and then explained the whole thing to him from beginning to end.

He Cong's expression eased slightly after hearing this, but he still insisted: "The way Ji Huaizhuo in the photo looks at my wife has bad intentions. My wife should not associate with such people in the future."

Seeing the undisguised love in He Cong's eyes, Shang Youqing readily agreed.

However, something strange stirred within her.

That night, He Cong fell asleep in her arms, as usual.

Shang Youqing, however, remained undisturbed. She calmly reached under He Cong's ribs and probed with her spiritual power. She could now control 70 to 80 percent of the previously untouchable spiritual root.

Given He Cong's growing love for her, the root's absorption of nutrients would only increase at an increasing rate.

She estimated that in about two months, she would be able to extract the root safely from He Cong's body.

During the following period, perhaps spurred by her promise to save money, He Cong quickly established his own company using the project he had secured. Furthermore, he exerted all his efforts to gain control over the power and resources of the He family.

He Cong's rapid ascent was naturally unwelcome to the rest of the He family.

Shang Youqing knew full well that someone would stop at nothing to frame He Cong again, perhaps even to take his life.

Therefore, for the safety of her spiritual roots, Shang Youqing was even more cautious than ever, fearing that He Cong might be in danger even if he wasn't careful.

One day, upon learning that He Cong had been working late at the company, Shang Youqing became concerned and drove to Yunqing's building herself.

She texted He Cong, "Come down when you're done. I'll be waiting downstairs." She

had intended to wait for him by the steering wheel, but soon after closing her eyes, she fell asleep.

When she opened them again, she found herself being lifted from the car seat by He Cong. "Did I wake you?"

Shang Youqing rubbed her eyes, unsure how she had fallen asleep...

and so, in the end, it was He Cong who drove her back.

Back at the manor, He Cong was about to carry her out of the car, but Shang Youqing shook her head and refused, following him back to the main building.

However, just as she was ascending the stairs to her room, Shang Youqing had just stepped onto a step when her vision suddenly went black, and her entire body fell forward uncontrollably.

Before she fainted, she felt He Cong's arms quickly pull her into his arms...

In a state of confusion,

Shang Youqing dreamed of her favorite roosting spot, the ancient sycamore tree.

In her dream, as always, she tucked her furry head between its wings and lazily dozed off.

But this time, for some reason, she heard two short, tender chirps from beneath her slender golden wings.

"Chirp."

"Chirp."

...

Shang Youqing was caught off guard and awakened.

She opened her eyes to find He Cong sitting solemnly beside the bed, still in his suit. His face was calm, his thin lips pursed, and his breathing was regular and peaceful.

However, he seemed to have been motionless for a long time.

His dark eyes were fixed on her lower abdomen, as if observing something.