Chapter 49: Baby, you heard it, Mommy isn't coming home with Daddy for dinner

. The servants stared intently, not daring to spare a second glance.

He Cong, however, acted as if no one was around, hugging and kissing his wife all the way upstairs to the master bedroom.

Shang Youqing didn't know if it was just her imagination, but she felt He Cong had changed a lot since returning, like a young, naive lion, transformed into a lion king who had carved out a new territory through bloody battles. The aggression in his eyes was undeniable.

Shang Youqing had thought this was a good thing; after all, in such a large, aristocratic family, being fierce was better than being weak and incompetent.

"I miss my wife so much..."

The new head of the He family, known for his brutal tactics outside, now acted like an insecure beast, clinging to his wife's warmth and scent.

He Cong carried Shang Youqing back to bed and kissed her for a long, sticky moment. His hand couldn't help but lift her dress and touch her belly.

Three months later, Shang Youqing's pregnant belly had already shown a slight bulge.

He half-knelt on the edge of the bed, holding her lower abdomen, and then kissed and rubbed it with extreme caution. He raised his head and whispered to her, "Is the baby fussy recently?"

Shang Youqing couldn't help but curl her lip, put her hand on his head, rubbed it gently and said, "Not bad."

Just being touched on the head made He Cong so comfortable that he buried his head in her waist and abdomen, and nuzzled the baby in Shang Youqing's belly through her belly, while complaining to his wife, "I don't want to sleep on the top floor of Yunqing Group anymore. I want to go home and sleep with my wife every day."

Shang Youqing let him rub and hold her, and just asked, "Is everything done?"

He Cong was about to nod, but suddenly seemed to remember something. He raised his face from her arms, stared at her solemnly and said, "There is still one very important thing that hasn't been done."

Shang Youqing's eyebrows jumped slightly, and as expected, he heard He Cong say, "Wife, we haven't gone to get the marriage certificate yet."

"This matter is not-"

"Let's go tomorrow." He Cong made a clear decision.

Shang Youqing looked at his sharp and steady eyes, and after a short silence, she nodded gently and said "OK".

That night, He Cong held her to sleep as he did in the past.

But this time, even in his sleep, he still remembered that she was pregnant, so he held her very lightly, and was especially careful to put his palm gently on her pregnant belly, for fear that she would bump into anything.

Shang Youqing opened her eyes while He Cong was sleeping soundly.

She gently moved He Cong's hand away, touched under his hem, and skillfully came to the position under his ribs. This time, the spiritual power at her fingertips easily controlled the entire root system of the spiritual root.

It was time for her to extract the spiritual root and return to Wutong Mountain with her success.

"Wife..."

In his sleep, He Cong murmured in a low voice as if feeling a little uneasy, and buried his face gently in the side of her neck.

Shang Youqing's eyes fluttered, forcing herself to suppress the vague, aching pain that welled up in her heart. She gathered spiritual energy in her fingertips once again, completely extracting the golden-glowing spiritual root.

She watched the spiritual root merge back into her vital vein and was about to push the man away when, still awake, her consciousness suddenly caught sight of the spiritual

root, once rooted deep within He Cong's heart, being stripped away. A swirling black mist had unnoticed, taking on a strange, embryonic shape, wrapping around He Cong's heart.

Shang Youqing's eyes widened in bewilderment, then suddenly realized it was... a killing barrier!

It was a killing barrier that consumed all living things!

How could He Cong, a human, be planted with a killing barrier?

Shang Youqing stared at the killing barrier on He Cong's heart for a moment, then coldly averted her gaze.

This had nothing to do with her.

She had already retrieved her spiritual root, and she was leaving now, while He Cong was still asleep.

Shang Youqing got off the bed while thinking, her hand was already on the door handle, but her fingertips tightened uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Shang Youqing turned around and returned to the bed, straddling He Cong's body, lowered her head to hold up the back of his neck, kissed his lips, and poured her spiritual energy into him bit by bit.

But she knew that this could only delay the swallowing of the killing barrier.

The next day, Shang Youqing allowed He Cong to take her to get the certificate.

To Shang Youqing, it was just an insignificant piece of waste paper, not to mention that the marriage certificate was issued under her alias.

But He Cong was very happy. On the way out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he kept the little red book in his pocket and showed it off to the driver's assistant. He

even didn't let go of the chick still in her belly.

Shang Youqing had the driver take them to Changci Temple. There, he begged for a Buddha amulet for He Cong, imbuing it with spiritual energy to suppress the killing barrier. When he asked He Cong to put it on his neck, he was very reluctant.

The tall man, after Shang Youqing's glance, finally stood up straight, his head slightly lowered, and cooperated as Shang Youqing slightly opened his neatly-made stand-up collar to put on the black amulet.

Standing outside the temple, He Cong glanced at the amulet with a cold gaze, "Wife, I don't believe in this kind of thing."

Shang Youqing said, "...From now on, you are not allowed to take it off except when bathing."

He Cong pursed his lips and agreed, "Understood."

From that day on, Shang Youqing would infuse He Cong with spiritual energy every night after he fell asleep to slow the growth of the killing barrier, while secretly investigating the matter.

Finally, as Phoenix's due date approached, she discovered an anomaly.

Mu Jiuhan, who lived far away in North America, had actually returned to China once when she had left the mountain, and that was to discuss cooperation with the Ji family. In the short period of just over a year, Ji Huaizhuo had also visited North America several times.

Shang Youqing was suspicious and forgot that she had promised to accompany He Cong to the He family to meet Old Madam He that day. She went directly to Ji Huaizhuo to check on the truth.

Ji Huaizhuo was much more cunning than she had imagined. He kept beating around the bush with her at the dinner table and never told a word of truth.

Shang Youqing was too lazy to deal with him and warned him clearly not to touch He Cong.

When they returned to Yanyuan, it was already very late. As soon as

she got out of the car, Housekeeper Chen came to meet her and carefully reminded her to check the news.

Shang Youqing opened her phone and saw nothing.

"Oh, I almost forgot. The news was immediately deleted from the entire network by my husband as soon as it was released." Housekeeper Chen took out his phone again and showed his wife the screenshots he had taken.

Shang Youqing took the phone and took a look.

The photo of her and Ji Huaizhuo having dinner together in a high-end restaurant was pushed to the headlines of Bindao again.

And it also had a striking headline: "Mrs. He, the newlywed wife of the new head of the He family, had a late-night reunion with the eldest son of the Ji family with her pregnant belly."

Shang Youqing took a glance at it and turned off the phone and returned it to the housekeeper Chen. She returned to the main house in the lakeside area. The servants had been dismissed. In the spacious and luxurious central hall, the main lights were not on. He Cong sat quietly on the sofa. It was unknown how long he had been sitting there.

Shang Youqing had just entered the room. As if afraid that she could not see clearly, He Cong turned on the lights without saying a word. When she came over, his eyes fell on her with an unclear emotion.

Shang Youqing thought he was going to question something, but he didn't.

He Cong looked at her for a moment and asked, "Are you still hungry?"

Shang Youqing shook her head, "I've eaten." After

a few seconds of silence, He Cong suddenly stood up from the sofa, stretched out his arms to pick her up, and walked towards the elevator with a stern face.

Shang Youqing let him hold her, looking at him, and asked, "The housekeeper said that you held a very important family dinner at the He family's old house today, and waited for me there for a long time?"

He Cong said indifferently: "Yeah."

"I forgot, I thought it was just a simple meal..."

He Cong nodded, staring at the elevator going up, "Well, you forgot to have dinner with me, but went out to have dinner with another man."

"...Speak nicely."

He Cong carried her back to the big bed in the bedroom, pressed his thin lips hard, and couldn't help but retort: "My wife can go out to have dinner with other men, how can I speak nicely?"

Shang Youqing lowered her eyes and looked at him without saying a word. He Cong also knew that his words were hurtful. After a long silence, he suddenly hugged her bulging pregnant belly with both hands, put his face against it, and complained coldly-

"Baby, you heard it, mommy won't go home with daddy for dinner."

Shang Youqing's tense expression broke in an instant, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "He Cong, are you childish? Are you complaining to the baby?"

He Cong said nothing, nor did he let go. He continued to hold her pregnant belly and sulk.

Shang Youqing was silent for a moment, omitting the purpose of her meeting with Ji Huaizhuo this time, and explained a few words to him, "I went to find Ji Huaizhuo to check some old things, nothing else."

He Cong then gently raised his lips, "Of course I know there's nothing else."

His face rubbed against her pregnant belly slightly, and then he pushed up the hem of her clothes, sucked it up, and hummed vaguely, "Okay, wife, I won't complain to the baby anymore."