Chapter 67: Shang Youqing, why did you even lie to Momo?

Rain pounded against the car window, but Shang Youqing showed no intention of slowing down. She sped towards the birthday party venue He Cong had mentioned.

Even then, Shang Youqing still clung to a shred of irrational delusion: perhaps the party wasn't over yet... perhaps there was still time...

After an unknown amount of time, the car finally arrived at the venue.

Shang Youqing opened the car door and got out. The elaborate "beautiful castle" decorated with birthday elements at the entrance of the banquet hall hadn't been dismantled yet, but the entire interior was pitch black; the party had already ended.

Shang Youqing stood on the steps outside the hallway, still carefully cradling the gift, but her feet seemed to be pinned to her side. Her eyes, damp with raindrops, stared silently at the dark banquet hall.

After a long moment, she finally blinked slowly and heavily.

Shang Youqing lowered her head slightly and rummaged through her pocket, finding the long-crumpled invitation. She matched the contact information on it and called.

Perhaps it was too late, Shang Youqing's first call didn't go through, so he insisted on calling again.

This time, after about ten seconds, the call finally connected.

"Hello, who is this?"

Shang Youqing stood firm in the rain and spoke in a calm voice, "Yu Zhu, it's me, Shang Youqing. Could you please tell me where He Cong lives in Wencheng now?" Yu

Zhu on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and said cautiously, "Miss Shang, I may need to ask Mr. He first before I can answer your question."

"Don't." Shang Youqing stopped him quickly. She leaned her shaky body against the stone pillar beside the hallway and said in a low voice, "If you call to ask for instructions, he probably won't agree. I just want to go over and say a few words in person. I won't bother him for too long."

Yu Zhu was still hesitating, and Shang Youqing continued, "If He Cong asks, I will say that I asked someone to look up his address myself. Is that okay, Yu Zhu?"

Shang Youqing's voice still sounded normal, but Yu Zhu seemed to sense a hint of suppressed pain in it for some reason.

So in the end, he gave her the address for some unknown reason.

After Shang Youqing got the address, she immediately drove there and arrived at the villa more than half an hour later.

Shang Youqing carefully took the gift and when she got out of the car, she held up an umbrella to block the rain that was pouring down from the wind, fearing that the gift in her hand would get wet.

She stood outside the door in the pouring rain with an umbrella. When she rang the doorbell, she couldn't help but look towards the second floor of the villa where the lights were dim.

Are He Cong and the child asleep?

The sound of rain fell noisily in her ears. Shang Youqing was thinking about it in a confused manner. Soon, a housekeeper came over from the garden inside. Without waiting for anyone to ask, Shang Youqing took the initiative to step forward and

said, "I am Shang Youqing. Please tell He Cong that I want to see him."

The housekeeper was stunned for a long time, nodded and said, "Then please wait a moment, Miss Shang."

The housekeeper turned his head and told the servant who followed him to go back and report. Not long after, the servant came over with Mr. He's words.

"I'm sorry, Miss Shang, you'd better go back. Mr. He doesn't want to--"

Before the servant could finish his words, Shang Youqing suddenly rushed in.

"Miss Shang!--"

Shang Youqing ignored the servants who tried to stop her and stepped in. She had originally prepared herself for the security personnel in the villa to come and stop her.

However, no, Shang Youqing entered the villa almost unimpeded.

She put down her umbrella outside the entrance and went up the spiral staircase in the direction of the lights on the second floor.

She walked through the corridor covered with soft carpets and just a few steps away from the room, she suddenly stopped.

The door was opened from the inside, He Cong gently closed the door and walked out, turning around.

He glanced calmly and coldly at the person who appeared in the corridor outside the door, as if he didn't want to say even one more word to her, and directly picked up the phone.

Shang Youqing saw him pick up the phone and pretend to call someone to expel her, so she walked forward and put her hand on his wrist, "Wait a moment."

Shang Youqing still held the gift bag in her other hand. She raised her eyes and stared at He Cong's slightly lowered cold face. After making sure that he had no intention of calling again, she slightly loosened his hand.

Shang Youqing carefully picked up the gift she had been carrying all the way, and couldn't help but look at the closed door behind He Cong, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Has Momo been waiting for me for a long time?"

"He... fell asleep, didn't he?"

He Cong's eyebrows were dark, and his eyes swept across her snow-white and cold cheek without any ripples.

"Shang Youqing, I don't understand you."

Perhaps the alcohol in his body had not completely faded away. He Cong lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly, and spoke coldly again.

"You can play tricks on me, you can play tricks on me again and again. But why did you even lie to Mo Mo? You said his bloodline was impure and you didn't want to acknowledge him. Fine, if you don't want me, I will. If you really didn't want to come, you could have just refused that day. There's no need to lie to a child who would take it seriously."

Shang Youqing's hand holding the gift tightened a little awkwardly. She pursed her lips, which were covered in a mist of cold water, and after a long, difficult moment, she uttered a slightly cold, astringent syllable.

"I'm sorry."

After waiting for several seconds, He Cong calmly and indifferently withdrew his gaze. "If you just came to say this, I heard you. You can leave now."

Shang Youqing frowned and looked at him, then finished her words.

"But I really didn't mean to lie to Momo. I was supposed to attend Momo's birthday party yesterday, but suddenly... I was delayed by something else..."

He Cong nodded, "You are so busy that you can't even make a phone call to explain, right? I remember Yu Zhu left you his contact information."

Shang Youqing looked at him, his expression slowly turned cold, and suddenly he stopped talking.

That's right.

What happened has happened, and if you can't make it, you can't make it.

The damage has been done, what's the point of her coming here in the middle of the night?

What's more, making He Cong completely disappointed in her, isn't this exactly what she wanted?

Shang Youqing put the gift bag that she had just picked up back to her side without a word, slowly pulled the corner of her lips, and was about to say something.

But at this moment, a few extremely violent and hoarse coughs of He Zhimo came from the door behind He Cong.

Shang Youqing's thoughts, which had just calmed down, were suddenly thrown into chaos again. She subconsciously raised her eyes and asked He Cong, "What's wrong with Momo?"

He Cong's face was cold and gloomy. He didn't answer her question, but turned around and pushed open the door and went in. Shang Youqing didn't care whether He Cong would be angry with her or not. Without

thinking, she followed He Cong into the room.