Chapter 64: I Forgot, You Don't Acknowledge...

Outside the gates of the He Zhimo Botanical Garden.

Shang Youqing had just unloaded several rows of temperature-controlled flower boxes from the cold storage room and handed them to Xiao Ni to load onto the shipping car. She specifically instructed him, "Xiao Ni, after you deliver them to the base, remember to have the dean return these boxes of plants to the greenhouse at normal room temperature." "

Understood. I'll remember to tell the dean, Sister Youqing!"

Shang Youqing watched Xiao Ni neatly stack the boxes, waved goodbye to her, and drove off before returning to the butterfly garden deep within the botanical garden.

The butterfly garden housed several transparent psionic butterflies, unlike those found in the common butterfly family.

This was also what Mu Jiuhan had mentioned about asking her for help two weeks ago, after she regained consciousness.

Mu Jiuhan, having retrieved an ancient book summary from some mountain range in China, combined it with Mu Weiting's genetic modification technology from the Beijing Research Institute and used genetic recombination to hatch several legendary transparent psionic butterflies.

However, these so-called psionic butterflies died within three days each time.

Therefore, Mu Jiuhan placed his hopes on Shang Youqing, the Phoenix Spirit.

Upon hearing Mu Jiuhan's words, Shang Youqing bluntly poured cold water on him, "The so-called Psylocke experiments you've genetically engineered using technology aren't living creatures. Even if they survive, they won't become true Psylockes."

Mu Jiuhan simply smiled nonchalantly and said, "So what? Whether they become true Psylockes or not doesn't matter. I just want my junior sister to help me raise them."

Shang Youqing wasn't interested in Mu Jiuhan's inexplicable obsession. She and Mu Jiuhan simply benefited from their own needs, and helping him raise these so-called Psylockes simply meant a quiet escape between treatments.

She pulled her lab notebook from the pocket of her white lab coat, opened it to the bookmarked page, and, as usual, recorded the morphological changes of the several Psylocke experiments marked in the cultivation area during their growth cycles.

After re-regulating the temperature and humidity in the cultivation area, Shang Youqing left the butterfly garden and returned to the central botanical garden, where she removed her lab coat and changed into simple, understated casual wear. She was about to leave with the invitation Yu Zhu had handed her yesterday.

Just then, Dr. Zhen, who was treating her as usual, arrived with her medical team half a day early.

Because the last few days of the month were a peak time for backlash in her body, Shang Youqing had to undergo several days of treatment during this period to prevent further damage to her heart.

During this period, Shang Youqing would fall into a coma due to the backlash.

"Miss Youqing has been recovering well lately. This time—"

Before Doctor Zhen could finish her words, Shang Youqing said calmly, "Doctor Zhen, it's not possible today. Let's postpone the treatment until tomorrow."

Doctor Zhen frowned. "Miss Youqing, the sooner you start treatment, the better it will suppress the pain of the backlash. I still recommend starting today." "

I really can't today. I have an important appointment and need to go out."

Despite Doctor Zhen's pleas, Shang Youqing finally postponed the treatment. She quickly took a painkiller injection and headed to the Phil Theater.

Yu Zhu had actually written his contact information on the invitation and given her a VIP seat in the first row, but Shang Youqing didn't call or make a big deal. She just wanted to sneak a peek.

She had never seen He Zhimo play the violin before.

Meanwhile, at the Phil Theater,

the competition was already halfway through, and He Zhimo couldn't help but run out backstage several times, secretly lifting the curtain to peek at the theater seats.

Dad was sitting in the middle seat of the first row, and the seat next to him was empty.

He Zhimo scanned the back row after row, but he still couldn't see that familiar figure.

When Teacher Xin in the backstage urged the children in the orchestra to go on stage, He Zhimo could only walk back with his head down. When Teacher Xin called out his name, he followed his friends in the orchestra to go on stage in order.

As the curtain opened, Shang Youqing appeared under the pillar in the last row of the theater and applauded with the audience.

Shang Youqing's eyes were only on He Zhimo, who was playing the violin on the stage in a beautiful little suit and dress. He watched the little guy dazzle like an elegant and noble little prince.

He Zhimo had a solo piece at the end, and the beam of light hit the little guy. He Zhimo's lowered face looked a little cold, and he held a violin on his shoulder. His little hands were nimble and powerful. He held the violin, drew the bow, and changed fingers, silently and seriously playing the melodious and pleasant solo movement.

At the end of the song, He Zhimo took down his violin and gracefully bowed to the audience with all the children in the orchestra. Thunderous applause

erupted from the audience once again. After bowing, He Zhimo finally looked up at the auditorium, his eyes scanning each row of seats with unwavering determination. Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze and follow the orchestra offstage, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure walking down the steps from the rear pillar of the auditorium.

His mouth dropped open, and he eagerly ran down the stage, violin in hand, after him.

He Zhimo finally reached the theater entrance, but to his surprise, his father had already gotten there first, spotting Shang Youqing's arrival before him—

right outside the theater.

Shang Youqing had just left the theater after watching He Zhimo's competition performance when she suddenly ran into a tall, slender man in a suit standing on the steps with his back to her, talking on the phone.

At a glance, Shang Youqing recognized He Cong.

Just as she was about to turn away in the opposite direction, He Cong hung up the phone in the next second, turned around, and his gaze swept over her coldly and directly.

He Cong's formal attire today was austere and noble, highlighting his deep, sharp features. He regarded her with a look devoid of emotion, as if asking a casual question.

"Passing by?"

Shang Youqing remained expressionless. "Yes."

"What a coincidence! I just happened to be passing by and saw your son's violin competition." After a pause, He Cong's tone was cold. "Oh, I forgot. You don't acknowledge He Zhimo."

Shang Youqing's brows were calm. "Then why are you asking?"

He Cong's gaze slowly drifted from her cold, beautiful face. The skin of Shang Youqing's neck was a nearly translucent porcelain white. Although she wore a neat, simple shirt, the wind blew the fabric around the narrow curve at her waist, highlighting her waist's slenderness.

It was obvious that she was thinner than she had been six months ago.

He Cong suppressed the unknown questions, shifted his body to the right to block the wind, and spoke again coldly: "I think you have not forgotten that Mo Mo's birthday is in three days."

Shang Youqing lowered his hands and said nothing