Chapter 59 He Zhimo ignored me when he saw me.

Mu Jiuhan could see that Shang Youqing had suppressed the burning pain in her heart to the extreme and probably didn't have the strength to fight him anymore. So he reached out and clamped her wrist, which was trembling and white with pain.

He picked up a clean handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her lip where she had bitten it. "Wait until the first course of treatment is over, okay? Then I'll have Weiting bring Shang You to North America to stay for a few days, and by the way, you and Youyou can meet."

Shang Youqing's wrist bones moved, and she uttered two words in a cold and hoarse

voice, "Get out." Mu Jiuhan lowered his eyes to look at her tenderly, but the words he said were like a venomous snake biting her bones. "Don't be afraid, little junior sister. Mu Weiting and I have already discussed your future. Before we achieve our goal, neither he nor I will touch you. But if we can't decide the winner by then—"

Shang Youqing's slender eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and a chill came over her for a moment. She slowly raised her suppressed and blurry eyes.

"What? Scared you?" Mu Jiuhan chuckled, his fingertips gently rubbing the corners of her lips through the handkerchief. "Junior sister, you don't still think Mu Weiting is a gentleman, do you? He's just pretending to be noble. If he wasn't watching Shang You in the capital, he would have wanted to—"

Before Mu Jiuhan could finish, the handkerchief in his hand was suddenly burned by the Phoenix Fire.

It was so fast that Mu Jiuhan lowered his head and the handkerchief instantly melted and burned into his palm.

Mu Jiuhan's arm was shaking violently in pain. He had immediately used his spiritual power to force out the Phoenix Fire from his palm, but the surface of his palm was still burned by the Phoenix Fire, and his face was pale. He looked at Shang Youqing - "Junior

sister, are you going to die? Your heart meridian is so weak, and you still dare to forcefully condense the Phoenix Fire?"

Shang Youqing raised her finger and wiped her lips vigorously. Her eyes were as cold as a knife as she stared at him who retreated outside the bed. She spoke word by word: "Mu Jiuhan, since you have a request from me, then listen to me, don't show up in front of me before the treatment is over. Otherwise, every time I see you, I will burn you with the Phoenix Fire. I want to see whether you disgust me first or I burn you beyond recognition first!"

"..."

Mu Jiuhan clenched his bleeding hand with an uncertain expression, finally nodding. "Alright, Junior Sister's recovery is paramount."

After thoroughly confirming Mu Jiuhan's departure, Shang Youqing finally gave up, clutching her heart pulse, and passed out again.

For a long time afterward, Shang Youqing remained drowsy, rarely regaining consciousness.

Each time she woke, she continued coughing up blood for long periods. The backs of her hands and forearms were covered in needle marks from injections. Whenever the old marks healed, new ones quickly appeared.

This cycle continued, repeating itself until three months later, when the first snow fell in northern North America.

When Shang Youqing regained consciousness, she could hear the rustling of a snowstorm outside the window. She had been bedridden for months, her body emaciated. Her clothes felt loose, even the cuffs were too big.

Shang Youqing got out of bed, grabbed a windbreaker from a nearby hanger, and slipped it on, then walked out of the vast, ancient hall.

This is a medieval castle complex nestled in a botanical garden. The manor is vast, and due to the snow, the vast expanses of greenery in the garden are covered in a thin layer of snow.

The servants were sweeping the snow from the corridor with their heads down when they heard light footsteps behind them. Turning to see that it was the owner of the building who had woken up, they were so startled that they hurried forward to greet him and then report to the head butler.

While the butler was immediately calling Mu Jiuhan, Shang Youqing was sitting at the dining table, head slightly lowered, sipping his soup leisurely. Without waiting for the butler to finish, he said slowly, "Tell him to bring Shang You to see me if he doesn't want to die." The

butler nervously repeated her exact words to the person on the other end of the phone, and after hanging up, he called a doctor over.

Shang Youqing had just finished his meal and was leaning back on the sofa bed in the old hall, his transparent hand drooping lazily for inspection.

When the doctor said her meridians were well-warmed and she could begin the next course of treatment, her expression remained calm. She simply gazed glumly at the snowy scene outside the window, even the chill in her brows and eyes like a handful of snow.

Two days later, the day before Shang Youqing began her next course of treatment, she finally saw her baby.

Mu Weiting and Shang You flew from Beijing to North America and took a special car to this remote botanical estate.

The weather in North America was very cold, so Mu Weiting put a hood and scarf on Shang You, wrapping her up tightly, before letting her out of the car, holding her hand.

The butler led the way, through the snow-covered gardens, and outside a vaulted glass house at the end of a long corridor. After more than three months, Mu Weiting finally saw Shang Youqing again.

Seeing the thin, paper-thin figure behind him, Mu Weiting's heart tightened slightly.

His gaze slowly lifted upwards. Shang Youqing stood quietly in front of the French window. His profile was pale and cold, his chin pointed, his lips a light pink. Even the skin on the back of his hand, hanging by his side, was so white that the veins on it could be clearly seen.

Before Mu Weiting could react, Shang You's little hand broke free from his grasp. He ran over eagerly and hugged Shang Youqing. "Mom!"

Shang Youqing was slightly startled. His originally cold expression softened in an instant when he lowered his head and saw Shang You. He picked Shang You up.

"Baby, you're here."

Shang You's little hands tightly embraced Shang Youqing's neck. Because they had been separated for so long, even the little cub who was not very clingy couldn't help but sob slightly at this moment, "I miss mommy so much."

Shang Youqing lowered her head and rubbed the little cub's furry head, and the corners of her lips curved slightly, "Mommy too."

Shang You was very sensitive to something, and touched her cheek with her little hand, "Mommy, are you sick? Why are you so thin..."

Shang Youqing maintained her composure and answered, "Well, I was sick a few days ago, but I'm fine now."

"I, I wanted to come and see mommy before, but my uncle said that mommy is doing very important research and can't be disturbed casually..." Shang You sniffed as she spoke, and rubbed her little head against her mother's neck, like an insecure chick.

When Shang Youqing heard this, her expression changed slightly, and she finally looked at Mu Weiting who was standing not far away, her eyes cold.

Mu Weiting walked up to her with a cold look in his eyes and called her calmly, "Youqing, Youyou has been on a long flight. Why don't you have someone take you to eat something first?"

Shang Youqing ignored him and went straight back to the restaurant with Shang You in her arms. She wanted to feed the baby herself, but Shang You was used to being independent in this regard. Shang Youqing had no choice but to sit next to Shang You's seat, holding her cheek and watching Shang You eat without blinking.

She carefully checked Shang You from head to toe, making sure that the little guy was fine. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

After Shang You had eaten and drunk enough, she was about to get up and pick Shang You up, when Mu Weiting, who had been waiting by her side, suddenly spoke to Shang You gently, "Youyou, didn't you prepare a gift for your mother?"

Shang You immediately bit her lip in annoyance, "Mom, I accidentally forgot the gift in the car."

Mu Weiting smiled faintly and said, "It's okay." He turned his head and asked the housekeeper to take Shang You to the car to get the gift.

Shang You had no choice but to get down from the dining chair. Reluctantly, he pulled his mother's hand and said, "Mom, wait for me!"

After a moment's silence, Shang Youqing said "Okay." Seeing the butler escort Shang You out of the restaurant, he was about to stand.

Mu Weiting walked up to her, looking at her with his usual self-disciplined demeanor, and explained.

"I told Youyou that you were doing research at the botanical garden in North America... When you're well again, Mu Jiuhan will help you find a formal research position here."

He paused, lowered his eyes, and whispered, "Youqing, you've lost a lot of weight."

He couldn't resist the urge to touch her cheek, but as soon as he raised his hand, Shang Youqing sneered, "Go away! Don't disgust me."

Mu Weiting was silent for a moment, then slowly lowered his hand. He said softly, "I know you hate me now, but I don't regret doing this. One day, you'll understand—"

Shang Youqing didn't have the patience to listen to any more of his nonsense. With a sullen expression, she walked straight through the restaurant. As she reached the entrance, she saw Shang You coming towards her, staggering with a large box in her arms.

Shang Youqing walked over, wrapping his arm around the cub, helping to hold it.

"Such a big box?"

"Mom, open it quickly!"

Shang Youqing nodded, and when she opened the box, what caught her eye was a transparent trophy carved in the shape of a snowflake.

Shang You picked it up and handed it to Shang Youqing. Looking at her mother, her eyes sparkled, and she even talked more. "Mom, this is the children's skiing competition last week. I won the first place."

Shang Youqing held the trophy, and her eyes raised slightly. "Baby is so awesome."

"Yeah." Shang You nodded proudly, and soon remembered something. Her delicate brows wrinkled slightly, and she held her mother's hand with her little hand. She murmured softly with some depression -

"Mom, I saw He Zhimo on the ski resort this time. I just wanted to go over and ask him if he was in pain when he was sick last time, but he suddenly became like a child. He ignored me even though he saw me, and just walked away."