Chapter 55 Shang Youqing, why don’t you recognize me and Momo?

Chapter 55: Shang Youqing, why don't you acknowledge me and Momo?

Before long, He Zhimo, enveloped in a faint golden glow, transformed in Shang Youqing's arms into a small, fluffy ball of phoenix feathers, a young phoenix chick, its two newly molted and unfurled tail feathers trailing behind it.

"Chirp?"

The chick tilted its fluffy head curiously, its round, wet, inky black eyes darting around Shang Youqing. Its tiny paws clung to Shang Youqing's palm, and it sniffed.

Confirming it was a familiar scent, the chick fluttered excitedly, its short wings flapping, and it practically fell flat on Shang Youqing's belly, its head raised high, chirping softly and aggrievedly.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

Shang Youqing leaned half-way against the side of the bed, lowering her head to touch the little creature's soft fur.

She knew the chick had just gone through its first molt and was still quite unstable.

Just as she had done when she hatched Shang You, she cradled the little creature against her soft belly, her fingertips gently combing her phoenix cub's tangled fur, ensuring it could rest in the safest and most comfortable place through its molting period.

Meanwhile, He Cong, as Shang Youqing had instructed, stood outside the door, his gaze fixed on the time on his watch. When the half-hour finally arrived, he couldn't wait even a second longer and pushed the door open.

He was shocked to see this scene:

Shang Youqing, half asleep, leaning against the side of the bed. Her long, dark hair was gathered behind her slender neck. Her fair, graceful face was delicate, her long, feather-like eyelashes drooping slightly. Her lips, a delicate hue, were gently pursed, seemingly from exhaustion, looking even paler than when they'd arrived.

She lowered her graceful neck, her slender, porcelain-white hands resting on her belly.

Approaching, he saw a small ball of fur resting docilely on Shang Youqing's belly, its tiny paws curled around his delicate, beautiful fingers.

Is this what Shang Youqing said He Zhimo would transform into?

He Cong lowered his head and stared at it for a long time, but he couldn't identify the species of bird from his existing knowledge.

So he simply stopped thinking about it and silently stayed by the bed, all his attention focused on the sleeping Shang Youqing.

Just as he was about to take the thin blanket next to him and cover Shang Youqing, the tail feathers of the little ball of fur in Shang Youqing's arms trembled slightly. Then, He Cong saw very clearly that in a ball of faint golden light, the little ball of fur twisted its wings and tail, and transformed back into the limbs of a human cub.

He Zhimo buried his little face in Shang Youqing's arms, and raised his little hand to rub his eyes in a daze. Before he could react, the little guy was held by a familiar and warm hand.

He Zhimo looked up and saw his father. Just as he was about to speak, he heard his father whisper, "Keep your voice down."

He Zhimo followed his father's gaze and saw Shang Youqing resting on the edge of the bed. His wet eyes froze for a moment, then widened. After He Cong finished changing his clothes, he eagerly climbed back into bed.

Father and son, one standing by the bed, the other carefully crouched beside Shang Youqing's forearm.

He Zhimo studied the figure curiously for a long time with his dark eyes wide open. He couldn't help but look up and mutter in a hoarse voice, "Dad, am I dreaming? How come Shang Youqing seems to have become the mother in the dream?"

He Cong lowered his eyelids and replied calmly, "Momo is not dreaming."

"Mom is not dead..." He Zhimo's curled eyelashes fluttered, and he looked back at Shang Youqing in disbelief, then raised his little face to confirm with his father again, "Dad, is Shang Youqing the mother?"

"Yes."

It was the first time that He Zhimo received such a firm answer from his father. His already moist and red eyes became even more watery. He breathed heavily, and turned his snow-white face away again, unable to hide his thoughts.

He Zhimo was very excited, and remembered what his father had just said, that he must not wake Shang Youqing, so he tiptoed even more to climb on Shang Youqing.

Being so close, He Zhimo looked at Shang Youqing's sleeping face eagerly, opened his little mouth, and called her in a very low voice: "Mom."

After calling, He Zhimo hugged Shang Youqing with his two soft hands again.

Perhaps because he had just shed his tail, He Zhimo soon fell asleep softly in Shang Youqing's arms.

When Shang Youqing regained consciousness after a little recovery of her fragile spirit, she found that her head was slightly resting on He Cong's arm, and she was holding the soft He Zhimo in her arms. Shang Youqing

was stunned for a moment, and calmly suppressed her heartbeat that was now chaotic and burning. She sat up slightly from He Cong's arms, carried the sleeping He Zhimo back to the bed, put him down, and covered him with a quilt, and then stood up from the bed.

He Cong stared at her and asked softly: "You don't look too well, are you feeling unwell?"

Shang Youqing said "I'm fine", got up and walked out.

He Cong followed her out, seemingly unable to contain himself. He reached out and grasped her slender wrist, his voice tinged with emotion. "Isn't Momo well now? Where are you going now?"

Shang Youqing paused, stilled, and turned to look at him.

"The Phoenix Blood Pearl I put around Momo's neck contains my blood. He will shed his tail three to five times before he reaches adulthood. When he does, do as I did yesterday and feed Momo a drop of our blood."

He Cong tightened his grip on her wrist.

He stared at Shang Youqing with a suppressed, gloomy expression, almost emphasizing each word. "What do you mean?"

Shang Youqing lowered her cold eyes, her tone still devoid of emotion. "Is there anything else you don't understand?"

A deathly silence fell.

About half a minute later, He Conghuan pressed his thin lips heavily, forcing himself to look as calm as ever: "Yes, there are many things I don't understand." "

For example, you didn't die that year, why did you leave, why didn't you come to see me once in three years?"

"Why did you suddenly appear in front of me with a different appearance, and why didn't you recognize me and Mo Mo?"

"And Shang You--"

Shang Youqing suddenly interrupted his questions, and did not answer his questions. He just turned his face away as if he was a little annoyed, and gave another answer.

"I am from the Phoenix clan. Back then, my spiritual root was accidentally left in your body, so I appeared by your side under the pseudonym Fuying. The reason why I treat you well is only to make you fall in love with me, because only the nourishment of your love can allow me to retrieve my spiritual root intact."

After a slight pause of one or two seconds, Shang Youqing continued to finish his words calmly, "Later, I successfully retrieved my spiritual root, so I pretended to be dead and left you, that's it."

When Shang Youqing said this, He Cong had been staring at her slightly turned face. After a while, he finally slowly pulled his thin lips, "Really."

Feeling the slender wrist that was tightly clamped struggle slightly a few times, He Cong clasped it tightly again. He heard that his three heavy years were passed over in such an insignificant way, but he still refused to let go. He was reluctant to let go.

Even that handsome and cold face forced a faint smile at this time: "What about Momo? Momo is the child you and I gave birth to. You should admit this, right? You can't just not want Momo anymore, right?"

He was almost begging her not to leave.

It didn't matter if she didn't love him or had ulterior motives towards him.

He just wanted her not to leave.

Even if she stayed just for the sake of the child, it didn't matter.

However, Shang Youqing's eyes were calm and indifferent. "It's precisely because He Zhimo is your and my child that the Phoenix bloodline in him is not pure enough. What's the point of having such an offspring? You should raise him yourself."

He Cong's hands were even and strong. He clenched Shang Youqing's hand tightly, as if he were holding the last straw. He used all his strength to make a slightly steady voice: "If it is really like what you said, why did you come back to help Mo Mo shed his tail?"

"Although I don't want him anymore, after all, I gave birth to him. I can't just watch him die."

Shang Youqing said with a cold expression, and pulled her hand back with all her strength.

And the next second when she turned to leave, the door behind her was suddenly knocked lightly by something.

Shang Youqing looked over in the direction of the sound.

He Zhimo didn't know when he woke up. He was hiding behind the door, his little fingers tightly grasping the door. His big eyes looked a little dull and empty, and he let the huge tears roll down his face.

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