Chapter 48: My wife still refuses to give me and the baby a name?

Shang Youqing supported herself on the bed and sat up. Looking at his serious and focused expression that was almost weird, she raised her hand and waved it at his face inexplicably, "Are you stupid?"

As soon as the words fell, He Cong suddenly hugged her waist gently, buried his face in her belly through a layer of cotton pajamas, and his palms were dry and warm. He carefully stroked around her fair and soft waist and abdomen, as if afraid of disturbing something. His voice became lower and softer, "Wife, do you think the baby can hear me?"

Before Shang Youqing could react, He Cong gently opened the hem of her pajamas with his lips, and kissed her abdomen lightly, stroking it with his slender fingers, asking himself, "It's only two months, it shouldn't be yet."

As he said that, he couldn't help but hold Shang Youqing's waist and sucked on her abdomen endlessly.

It wasn't until Shang Youqing's hand pressed down on his head and lifted the scruff of his neck that He Cong was forced to pause slightly, raised his head, and met Shang Youqing's now furrowed brows.

"What are you talking about?"

He Cong seemed to have just remembered. He took out the precious medical examination report that he had just carefully folded and put in his suit pocket. He was afraid to damage the paper, so he unfolded it slowly.

Shang Youqing didn't have the patience to wait for him, and directly snatched it away and opened it.

Her face was expressionless at first, until her eyes slowly moved to the end, saw the shape of the small gestational sac clearly displayed on it, and her fingertips holding the medical examination report tightened imperceptibly.

He Cong was still completely immersed in unspeakable joy. He couldn't help but lift his wife up and hold her in his lap. He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her again and again, saying in a low voice, "Honey, I'm so happy."

He didn't notice that Shang Youqing, with her eyelashes drooping, looked at her abdomen, which had been kissed by He Cong, with a hint of trouble and confusion

in her eyes. The arrival of this child was inopportune and beyond her plans.

For a moment, Shang Youqing was completely unprepared for the situation.

He Cong held her, nuzzled her, and kissed her for a long time. Finally, he realized what was going on and raised his head from his pajamas, which had been messed up by his own twisting.

He watched Shang Youqing's expression, calm yet silent. The palm of his hand caressing her waist tightened hesitantly, and he stared at Shang Youqing with dark eyes, restraining his emotions and asking almost cautiously.

"Wife... don't you want a baby?"

Shang Youqing snapped out of her thoughts and met He Cong's gaze. He looked so subdued and nervous, as if if she nodded "no," He Cong would immediately burst into tears, and then forcefully tell her it was okay.

Shang Youqing stared at him quietly for a moment, then somehow changed the words on her lips. "No."

He Cong breathed a sigh of relief, then asked worriedly, "Did I hurt you when I hugged you just now?"

"No, I was just a little surprised."

Shang Youqing calmed down and thought, never mind. Even if it wasn't planned, it was still her own offspring.

It wouldn't be impossible to bring the baby back to Wutong Mountain to keep her company after the birth.

At that moment, He Cong suddenly carried her back to the bed, stood up, dug through their backpacks, and said to her, "Honey, let's go get the certificate now."

Shang Youqing was stunned for a moment, then held him down and said, "It's not time yet."

"I promised my wife that I would take that position for her, but that doesn't conflict with my desire to marry her. I just want to call her wife openly, and—"

He Cong's eyes fell on her belly again, burning with passion. "We already have a baby, so why wouldn't my wife give me and the baby a name?"

Shang Youqing's cheeks flushed inexplicably from his constant calls of "wife" and "baby," but she quickly regained her composure and said, "Of course I want to marry you, but the situation in the He family is changing rapidly. Let's wait until your position in the He family is stable before we get married, okay?"

He Cong gripped Shang Youqing's wrist tightly, his eyes dark and sharp, as if Shang Youqing's words had only strengthened his resolve.

At that moment, He Cong's phone rang abruptly.

He Cong answered the call directly by putting the phone on the external speaker. The next second, Secretary Gao's urgent voice came from the phone -

"Master He, please come to Bindao Central Hospital as soon as possible. Mr. He fell down the stairs while attending the Chamber of Commerce Conference today. He is now in the emergency room!"

Shang Youqing and He Cong's faces changed after hearing this. After hanging up the phone, Shang Youqing helped him straighten his clothes and tie, and hid the pistol in the lining of his coat, "Go to the hospital immediately and let Uncle Yu follow you."

"Wife--"

Shang Youqing interrupted him: "I can take care of myself, go quickly."

He Cong also knew clearly that now was not the time to be indecisive. He had to stay by his grandfather's side no matter what. Therefore, after only a second or two of silence, He Cong couldn't help but hug Shang Youqing and kissed her lips, "Wife, wait for me to come back."

"Yeah."

He Cong rushed to the hospital overnight, and Shang Youqing was not idle either. She immediately made several calls and sent people to keep a close eye on the movements of He Qizhou and He Cong's two uncles.

For the next three months, the news from the hospital was kept secret, and no rumors came out.

Until suddenly one day, several uncles of the He family who were in high positions and powerful were successively investigated. The younger generations who were originally valued like He Cong were either exposed by the Bindao media in a huge scandal, or were suddenly sent abroad for further studies overnight.

The upper class circles of the entire Bindao were in a panic, and they were all saying that the old man of the He family had suddenly fallen seriously ill and was hanging on by a thread. Now there was such a major turmoil, and it was feared that the power would soon change hands.

And on this day, Uncle Yu brought people over and took Shang Youqing to a new residence, Yanyuan.

He Cong probably planned for this a long time in advance. When Shang Youqing moved in, Yanyuan already had everything she needed.

He Cong also arranged for a housekeeper, servants, and a professional family doctor, obviously wanting her to rest assured and take care of her pregnancy.

Shang Youqing learned from Uncle Yu that Mr. He had been in a coma for a long time and finally woke up for half a day two days ago. Perhaps knowing that his time was running out, Mr. He summoned everyone in the He family that day, had his legal team read out the contents of his will in front of the entire family, and officially handed the family seal to He Cong.

However, because some matters had not been completed, He Cong could not return to Yanyuan for the time being.

After hearing that He Cong had officially inherited the position of family head, Shang Youqing finally felt a little relieved.

She warned Uncle Yu: "Although He Cong has become the new head of the He family, it also means that he has become the target of public criticism in the He family. His current foundation is unstable, and the He family will inevitably be in greater turmoil. Uncle Yu, you must keep an eye on him." "

Don't worry, madam, I will be extremely cautious."

Shang Youqing was stunned when she heard the title. Before she could adapt, Housekeeper Chen and the others were also smart. They heard Uncle Yu calling her like this, and after Uncle Yu left, they also started calling her madam without changing their expressions.

Shang Youqing was too lazy to correct it. She would be leaving here soon anyway.

She had become less and less active recently, always lazily leaning in the courtyard in the center of the lake to take care of her pregnancy.

When He Cong came back that day, housekeeper Chen had just brought several planning schemes for the west side of the manor to her for review. Shang Youqing did not look at them carefully, but just pointed to one scheme at random.

It was not that she was deliberately perfunctory. After all, she might not be here when the reconstruction was implemented.

"Don't you like it, my wife?"

Shang Youqing's fingertips supporting her cheek stiffened slightly. She clearly felt the familiar breath approaching from behind, and the warm palm slid down from her shoulder.

Shang Youqing raised her head and saw He Cong's handsome and calm face. Before she could say anything, her body was carefully lifted up by He Cong.