Chapter 69 Is the bloodline between him and your child purer than Mo Mo's?

Before He Cong could finish his words, Shang Youqing raised his hand and pushed him away unexpectedly.

Shang Youqing said indifferently, "I don't understand what you are dreaming about. I have said everything I should have said half a year ago. It is impossible for me to have any feelings for a human like you, and I can't give you what you want. He Cong, if you really want it, you can find a-" "

Why, Shang Youqing, you still want to find a stepmother for my son, right?"

He Cong was pushed back half a step and leaned against the wall behind him. Hearing Shang Youqing's words, his eyes, which were originally mixed with a strong secret, were instantly frozen, as if he felt that his so-called assumption just now was extremely ridiculous.

The dim light of the corridor sharply defined his stern profile. He stared at Shang Youqing, his thin lips curled in a self-deprecating, cold sneer, pausing each word. "

You're right. A mere human like me really can't understand you Phoenix people. You can just say you want me and then, right after parting with me, you can't wait to have a daughter with another man—"

Shang Youqing frowned, glaring back at him.

In the silent corridor, the two of them faced each other silently.

Shang Youqing repeatedly clenched her hands, which were hanging loosely at her side. Just as she finally released her fingers and was about to speak, her phone suddenly and inopportunely rang.

Shang Youqing swallowed the curse on her lips, picked up the phone, and answered it without even glancing.

"Junior Sister, it's so late, and it's raining so hard, why did you go to someone else's house? Come down quickly, Youyou and I are waiting for you outside."

Shang Youqing listened to Mu Jiuhan's gentle laughter on the line, took a deep breath, and hung up.

Looking up, she saw He Cong still blocking the way. With a cold face, she pushed He Cong away without saying a word, walked quickly to the window at the end of the corridor, and looked at the door downstairs.

There was indeed a car with its lights on parked in front of the villa.

It seemed that they had also noticed her upstairs, and the people in the car even lowered the window so that Shang Youqing could clearly see that Shang You, who had been brought to North America at some point , was sleeping soundly in Mu Jiuhan's arms.

Mu Jiuhan's other hand seemed to be gently resting on the back of the little cub's head, but his gaze was like a seductive venomous snake, accurately falling on her who was standing on the second floor of the villa.

At this moment, He Cong also followed.

He stood by the window and glanced at the car at the door of the villa indifferently. His slow and deep tone was filled with clear mockery: "The blood of the child born to you and him is purer than Mo Mo's, right?"

Shang Youqing looked back with a sharp gaze, no longer having any patience: "He Cong, try to say something crazy to me again."

He Cong closed his mouth coldly and stared at her coldly.

However, at this moment, Shang Youqing had no time to care about what he was thinking, and there was no way she could stay here any longer.

She took a step and was about to go downstairs. He Cong raised his leg, and his strong and tall body blocked her way. He continued to stare at her without saying a word.

It seemed that he was afraid of saying something to anger her, but his eyes were extremely gloomy.

Shang Youqing paused, looking up. "Get out of the way."

"Shang Youqing, you know all too well what kind of bad character I have in me."

Far from letting him go, he reached out and gripped her slender wrist tightly, pressing down on the protruding knuckles of her wrist. He was still suppressing the last swell of terrifying malevolence in his eyes.

"As long as you don't leave tonight, I forgive you for what you did before."

"But if you dare to go with that man outside now, you're Momo's mother. I won't hurt you no matter what. But I can assure you, no matter what your relationship with him is, I will never let him go, and I won't let him have an easy time in North America!"

Shang Youqing's eyebrows twitched slightly at this, and she glanced at him calmly.

He Cong, thinking he'd frightened her, parted his thin lips coldly, as if trying to soften his overly aggressive and ruthless attitude.

But the next second, Shang Youqing shook his hand off even more decisively and walked away without looking back.

Wet and cold raindrops hit the window glass beside him. He Cong stopped where he was, his eyes filled with a gloomy and unclear cold light.

He slowly walked back to the window, his face without much expression, just looking down indifferently at Shang Youqing's slender figure holding an umbrella as he walked out of the villa and got into the car parked outside the villa gate.

Soon, the car lights cast blurred and overlapping light and shadows in the rainy night, going farther and farther, and finally completely disappeared from He Cong's sight.

He Cong took out his mobile phone, sent the license plate number of the car just now to Yu Zhu, and gave orders with an expressionless face, demanding that all information related to the owner of this car be found out at all costs.

At the same time, in Mu Jiuhan's car.

Shang Youqing took Shang You back from Mu Jiuhan's arms almost as soon as he got in the car. Because the baby was still sleeping soundly, Shang Youqing was silent and held Shang You patiently all the way.

When the car drove back to the ancient castle manor, Shang Youqing got out of the car, carried Shang You back to her previous room and laid her down carefully.

When he closed the door and went out, he saw Mu Jiuhan leaning on the railing at the corner of the stairs with his arms folded. Shang Youqing walked up to her without thinking and slapped her with all his strength.

"Pa--"

Mu Jiuhan's face tilted sideways after being hit hard, but her first reaction was not pain. Instead, she took a deep breath of the cold air that fell on her cheek. Then she raised her hand to rub her red cheek, and laughed painfully, "Although I expected it in advance, it still... hurts, little sister."

As soon as the voice fell, Shang Youqing raised his leg and kicked her hard towards the stairs.

Mu Jiuhan was caught off guard and suddenly fell several steps, and her whole body almost fell down the stairs.

He quickly grasped the handrail of one of the stairs and, gasping for air, regained his feet. "No... Junior Sister, there's no need to be so cruel. I just want you to come back for treatment as soon as possible..."

Shang Youqing stood on the staircase, glaring at him coldly. "Perhaps I should incinerate those spirit butterflies with Phoenix Fire right now."

Mu Jiuhan's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He immediately straightened up, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Okay, Junior Sister, I apologize. I was wrong. I really shouldn't have threatened you with Youyou. I won't do it again next time."

...

The next morning, the air in Wencheng was slightly damp and chilly after the rain.

When He Zhimo woke from his crib, a tuft of itchy fur pressed against his cheek. He

touched it with his finger, and as expected, a small feather fell off.

He stared at the feather with a droopy face for a long moment, his eyes silently reddening as he stared.

Then, He Zhimo raised the back of his little hand to rub his eyes and nose, and silently picked up a few small feathers that had fallen from the pillow, hiding them in his trouser pockets, intending to go out and throw them away soon. And just as he climbed down from the crib, his slightly reddened, cold eyes suddenly caught sight of a birthday gift bag tied

with a bow on the table.