Chapter 60 Baby, does Young Master He look okay?

Shang Youqing lowered his head to look at the ice crystal trophy in his hand. After hearing what Shang You said, he seemed to be stunned and didn't respond for a long time.

His already weak heart seemed to be burned by an invisible gap. The whistling wind and snow in his ears poured in fiercely, as if chiseling and tearing the gap.

For a moment, his lips opened and closed slightly, and he forgot to breathe because of the pain.

Until Shang You realized something, his little head slowly raised from Shang Youqing's arms, stretched out his little hand and touched Shang Youqing's thin face, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Shang Youqing's eyelashes moved, and he came back to his senses belatedly. Looking at Shang You's worried amber eyes, he tried his best to suppress the hardness that surged into his throat, pulled the corners of his lips, and said "Mom is fine", but he couldn't help but want to ask more.

"Baby, he..." Shang Youqing pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, then asked as calmly and normally as possible, "Does Young Master He look okay?"

Shang You tilted his head back and tried to recall the scene of that day, then shook his head: "He Zhimo was wearing a ski helmet the whole day, and I couldn't see clearly, but... when we were changing slopes, I saw him take off his helmet, so I wanted to go over and say hello to him, but who knew..."

At this point, Shang You's soft little face puffed up again, and he muttered in a vengeful voice, "Never pay attention to He Zhimo next time."

Shang Youqing paused, reached out and rubbed the cub's head gently She coaxed him, "Maybe he just wasn't feeling well that day. He didn't ignore the baby on purpose."

Shang You was originally sulking with a pout, but after being comforted by her mother, she finally nodded reluctantly, "Okay, then I forgive him."

The snow outside the archway was falling heavier and heavier. White snowflakes floated on the black hair that hung down on Shang Youqing's shoulders and neck. The little guy gently patted it off with his soft little hands, then looked up at the snowy sky outside. His little face became a little solemn, and he said, "Mom, let's go inside." His five little fingers tightly grasped Shang Youqing's hand, and he led her back to the ancient hall.

Mu Weiting happened to be waiting for them in the hallway. As Shang You entered, she couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Master, can I stay here for a few more days? I want to take care of Mom."

Mu Weiting remained calm and gently declined, "Although I really want Youyou to stay, Youyou has to go back to school tomorrow."

He then raised his eyes slightly to glance at Shang Youqing and smiled helplessly, "Right, Youqing?"

Shang Youqing didn't respond.

Shang You clenched her mother's thin, pale fingers, "But Mom can't even take care of herself."

The little cub was still speaking with worry when she was suddenly picked up by Shang Youqing.

Shang Youqing carried the little cub back to the room upstairs and played with her favorite entertainment activities alone. However,

her physical and mental state were not strong enough to support her awakening for a long time. She forced herself to finish painting with Shang You, and just as she coaxed the little cub to sleep, she couldn't hold on any longer and went to the bathroom outside the room.

Mu Weiting was standing outside the arcade, smoking a cigarette with his head down, enjoying the cool breeze. When he heard a few vague coughs coming from upstairs, his face immediately darkened, he put out his cigarette and went upstairs.

He followed the sound to the outside of the bathroom, where he heard a loud sound of water splashing. He knocked on the door worriedly, "Youqing, are you okay?"

The person inside ignored him.

Mu Weiting put his hand on the door handle, "Youqing, if you don't speak again--"

With a loud bang, the door was suddenly opened.

Mu Weiting's eyes unconsciously fell on Shang Youqing's face.

Shang Youqing stood inside the door, with water dripping from the ends of his hair, his cold and beautiful eyes drooping listlessly, his eyelashes wet with moisture, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red. Perhaps because he had just coughed up blood, his face and lips also looked a little red, like a double-petaled rose that had been repeatedly pressed.

"You Qing..."

Shang Youqing said hoarsely, "Get out."

Mu Weiting didn't move her feet at all, just stared at her with a complicated expression, "Do you have to talk to me like this? When I came here this time, you didn't call me senior brother like before..."

Shang Youqing finally raised his eyes, but it was an extremely contemptuous look, "Are you worthy of it."

"In the final analysis, You Qing still doesn't believe me for-"

"For my own good?" Shang Youqing said it for him calmly, leaning against the door, half-supporting his eyelids, and a sarcastic arc at the corner of his lips, "Under the banner of doing good for me, you threaten me with the life of my young, and collude with Mu Jiuhan, and then you come to tell me that this is actually all for my own good. Why, do I need you to dictate to me what is right and what is wrong in my own life? Or are you addicted to pretending to be a hypocrite, and you really think you are a good thing?"

Mu Weiting was obviously the first time to be scolded by Shang Youqing like this. The mask on his warm face seemed to be on the verge of shattering. He nodded. "I'm a hypocrite. That human, He Cong, truly loves you, right? If it weren't for him, how could you be like this—"

Shang Youqing folded his arms and sneered, "So you're jealous of He Cong, huh?"

Mu Weiting stared at Shang Youqing, a gloomy flicker in his handsome eyes. He couldn't bear it anymore. "So what?"

Shang Youqing expressionlessly swallowed the blood that threatened to surge up. He took a half step forward, his pale, cold hands grasping Mu Weiting's coat. He said nonchalantly, "Then you'll be jealous forever."

He then pulled him out of the way and let go.

The next day, when Shang You was brought back to China by Mu Weiting, Shang Youqing walked the cub to the car and suddenly, Shang Youqing shoved a palm-sized booklet into her hand.

"Mom, I drew a nutrition chart for you with a brush. You must read it carefully. Remember to go to bed on time and don't work too hard."

Shang Youqing took the small booklet and responded softly.

She watched Shang You leave in the car, and just as she turned and walked into the gate of the manor, a fishy-sweet taste rushed up her throat. She could no longer stand and fell into a coma with the help of several servants.

Shang Youqing was in a coma for longer this time than the last time. Every time he woke up, he received a new course of treatment. Every time, it seemed as if every piece of skin, flesh, and blood in his body was broken and bruised.

Until one day in the spring, Shang Youqing finally woke up completely.

When he regained consciousness, Shang Youqing clearly felt a hand fiddling with the hair by his ear, accompanied by a voice of admonition, "Put the things there."

Mu Jiuhan had just finished speaking when his hand was suddenly pinched. With a quick and precise "snap", his broken hand was thrown away mercilessly.

Mu Jiuhan raised his head with a scream of pain, covering his arm, and saw Shang Youqing sitting up from the bed. His face was as pale as melting ice and snow, and his fingertips gathered weak spiritual power to adjust himself.

As he reattached her arm, he looked her up and down, and smiled, "You are indeed a phoenix spirit. You have endured such pain that is unbearable for ordinary people. Junior sister is really amazing."

He added, "The next course of treatment will not be so difficult. As long as junior sister takes the medicine on time and receives relevant treatment regularly, maybe her physical condition will really recover slowly in the future."

While Mu Jiuhan was talking, Shang Youqing looked around and finally found a mobile phone on the bedside table. She took it and opened it, and went straight to the chat history between him and Mu Weiting. She opened the videos about Shang You that Mu Weiting sent regularly.

Mu Jiuhan was not annoyed at all. He also came over to take a look out of curiosity, and said with a smile, "Weiting takes good care of Youyou."

Shang Youqing finished watching all the videos, threw the phone back to him, and got out of bed.

Mu Jiuhan followed her slender figure slowly, "Junior Sister, I think we can have a good talk about the matter I needed your help with earlier."

...

Half a month later.

Bindao, Yanyuan.