Chapter 57 Where is Shang You?

In the end, He Zhimo still didn't move, just holding his broken legs in his arms, letting them do whatever they wanted.

Doctor Lin felt something was wrong, and after treating the little guy's injuries,

he stood up to talk to Mr. He, but when he looked up, he saw Mr. He standing by the window with a frosty face, staring at a certain place with a dark look, as if he was dead.

"Mr. He..."

Before Doctor Lin could say anything, He Cong slowly withdrew his gaze, as if nothing had happened, and said, "Doctor Lin, please go back first."

It was obvious that Mr. He didn't want to tell him the details, so Doctor Lin didn't dare to ask any more questions. He just responded in a low voice, then closed the door and walked out.

He Cong's face showed no emotion. He walked back to the edge of the bed, bent down and touched He Zhimo's little head, and his low and cold voice sounded normal: "Does it still hurt?"

He Zhimo still had his little face down, and ignored everyone.

"Momo--"

He Cong had just started to speak, and before he could even finish his words, He Zhimo suddenly grabbed the quilt on the crib and covered himself with it completely.

In the darkness, the little guy tightly grasped the corner of the quilt, curled himself up into a ball, and pouted his little mouth. Although he didn't cry out loud, his tears soon soaked the quilt under his face.

He Cong sat on the edge of the bed and looked down for a while, then gently pulled out the quilt, picked up the little kid whose face was red and full of tears, and wiped away his tears bit by bit.

He supported the little kid's head and leaned it against his shoulder. His big palm gently stroked the little kid's still sobbing shoulders, and coaxed in a low voice: "Daddy will hold you to sleep."

He Zhimo still refused to speak to him, and just buried his little face in his father's shoulder, crying silently, and didn't stop until he fell asleep.

...

On the other side.

Shang Youqing forced herself to stop the car halfway, enduring the searing pain in her heart. Finally, she could no longer hold on and sobbed a mouthful of thick black blood.

Her hands rested on the steering wheel, and the burned meridians were affected, causing her to numb and spasm with pain that she could no longer suppress.

Even so, Shang Youqing endured

the excruciating pain and slowly looked into the rearview mirror. The image of the young chick that had been crawling and crying after her was no longer there. She stared at the mirror intently, refusing to look away for a long time.

Her ears were buzzing, as if she could still hear He Zhimo's wailing voice, begging her to stay...

Such a young body, and she fell a full eleven times...

She wondered how painful it must have been...

Shang Youqing's hands, pale to the point of being almost transparent, pressed tightly against her heart, which was aching violently, and she was caught off guard by a mouthful of blood.

Her vision was squeezed by an unknown dull feeling, and the pain became increasingly blurred.

But Shang Youqing knew that now was not the time to collapse.

She raised her hand and vigorously wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Because her weakened spiritual veins were no longer strong enough to activate the Phoenix Fire Array, Shang Youqing could only force herself to drive all the way to Lu Jingchi's residence.

She had already made every plan before she decided to swallow the killing barrier.

After consuming the killing barrier within He Zhimo and helping the little creature successfully survive its first molting, she had to get Shang You safely back to Wutong Mountain before the killing barrier fully overwhelmed her heart.

Only then would she have peace of mind.

However, Shang Youqing hadn't anticipated that when she rushed back to Lu Jingchi's house, she would find his door open, not securely locked.

Her eyes suddenly shone with a sharp glare as she pushed it open and entered.

Lu Jingchi had collapsed unconscious on the sofa, clutching a thick stack of scripts. Shang Youqing opened every door in the house and searched until she spotted a bright red rope, its lock undone, on the study table.

That was the red protective rope she had tied around Shang You and never taken off.

And now it seemed as if it was deliberately left on the most conspicuous table, just waiting for her to come and find it.

Shang Youqing clenched the red rope with cold fingers and turned to walk out.

Lu Jingchi was just awakened by the noise of Shang Youqing coming in and out. He rubbed his eyes drowsily and just sat up from the sofa when he was picked up by Shang Youqing who came out of the study.

"Senior sister! Why are you back? Just now-"

Lu Jingchi was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized that his senior sister's face was extremely pale, and...

Shang Youqing interrupted him and asked, "Where is Shang You?"

"Youyou, she..." Lu Jingchi's pupils suddenly constricted. He turned his head and looked around, and said with lingering shock, "Senior sister, my senior brother came to see me just now! I just went out to open the door, I, I didn't expect..."

The answer was consistent with Shang Youqing's guess at the moment. Shang Youqing said nothing and pushed the door open.

As expected, the call she made wasn't connected, and just as she was about to drive to Mu Weiting's location, a familiar black business car pulled up on the side of the road.

As she approached, the person inside slowly lowered the window.

Mu Jiuhan sat in the car, leisurely examining her pale, cold face. "Junior sister, look at you, you've made such a mess again—"

Before Mu Jiuhan could finish her words, Shang Youqing reached in with a thin, powerful hand, clamping fiercely around his carotid artery, as if he could snap his neck in an instant if he wasn't careful.

She stood in front of the car window, her expression indifferent, her cold white lips slightly parted. "Where's Shang You?"

Mu Jiuhan squinted in pain as her neck was being strangled, but she still smiled at her with a good temper. "Don't worry, Junior sister, Youyou's fine. Get in the car first."

Shang Youqing stared at him expressionlessly for a moment, then released her hand, opened the car door, and got in.

The car was in autopilot mode, and shortly after leaving the city center, Mu Jiuhan leaned over to Shang Youqing, who was leaning back against the seat, his eyelashes slightly closed.

As Shang Youqing endured the pain of devouring the killing barrier, his Phoenix Spiritual Vein was gradually weakening, and his cool, beautiful face was becoming increasingly pale.

His slender, cool hand slowly caressed Shang Youqing's beautifully contoured chin, infusing her with spiritual energy. He couldn't help but murmur with regret, "It's been three years, how come you still don't learn your lesson?"

"Didn't I tell you, Junior Sister, to stay away from the He family father and son? You refused. Now you've gotten yourself…"

There was a distinct sound of bone breaking.

Shang Youqing broke off several fingers that Mu Jiuhan had just touched on his cheek. Mu Jiuhan took a breath and met Shang Youqing's cold eyes that had opened at some point. "Mu Jiuhan, my patience is limited."

He had to sit back down and slowly repaired his broken fingers. "How about this, little sister, you just come back to North America with me. I promise to save you from the pain of Nirvana. Then, I will naturally let you meet Youyou."