Chapter 7 It turns out that you are Shang Youqing's baby

"Shang Youqing, are you talking to daddy on the phone?"

The words that Shang Youqing had just prepared to say were suddenly interrupted. She turned around and saw that Young Master He had probably just finished eating the bread and was lying behind the half door. He tilted his little head and asked her in a very low voice.

Before Shang Youqing could say anything, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then the man said calmly, "Please let He Zhimo take the call."

Shang Youqing thought about it and felt it was a bit strange for an outsider like her to get involved. It would be better to let the father and son talk it out. She handed the phone to He Zhimo and gently reminded him, "Young Master, your father wants to talk to you."

He Zhimo hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly walked out from behind the door, took the phone, and uttered two words, "Dad."

"I'm not sick with a fever... Shang Youqing washed my face, hands, and hair, and even carefully prepared six loaves of bread for me—"

"..."

Shang Youqing couldn't help coughing as he listened to this. He Zhimo immediately looked up at him worriedly, "Shang Youqing, what's wrong with you?"

Shang Youqing shook his head and mouthed the key points.

"Oh." He Zhimo gathered himself and said, holding the phone, "Dad, I don't want to go home."

Shang Youqing: "?"

Was this the key point she wanted him to talk about?

This young master looked calm and sensible, so how could he suddenly become rebellious?

Shang Youqing was just about to try to explain a few words to the person on the other end of the phone. After all, Mr. He didn't seem like an easy person to talk to, whether in person or over the phone.

But just as she was about to reach out, she heard He Zhimo agree with a satisfied look on his face, "I understand. I will listen to Shang Youqing and stop running around."

"Well, okay, Dad, you just work hard. Don't bother Shang Youqing and me before Sunday."

Shang Youqing suspected that she had misheard. She pointed at the screen of her phone, motioning He Zhimo to give her the phone, and asked, "Mr. He, do you mean that you are not going to pick up the young master?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone before answering her.

"I will pick him up the day after tomorrow. Miss Shang, please take care of him for two days."

"Wait, I don't think I agreed--"

"That's it."

The phone was hung up.

Shang Youqing lowered her head and saw He Zhimo staring at her eagerly. Her little hand gently tugged at the corner of her clothes. "Shang Youqing, are you going to chase me away?"

Shang Youqing: "..."

Seeing that she was staring at him without saying anything, He Zhimo began to panic.

Thinking that Shang Youqing was really going to cruelly drive him away, He Zhimo rolled his eyes uneasily, and in a milky voice, pretended to be mature and advised her with reason, "It's better not to do that, Shang Youqing. Look, it's getting dark. It's very unsafe to leave a child outside."

As he spoke, he followed Shang Youqing into the room like a little tail, until he saw Shang Youqing open a room and spread out a clean mattress on the bed.

"We only have this spare wooden bed here, so it might not be very comfortable. Is that acceptable to you, young master?"

He Zhimo paused for a moment, then said "yes." As if afraid Shang Youqing might regret it, he impatiently climbed onto it and sat down. He patted the bed with his small hand, expressing his approval: "Shang Youqing, the bed you made is very comfortable."

... Shang Youqing was silent again. "Young Master He, are you sure your father can come pick you up on Sunday?"

"Of course. Dad would never lie to me."

After all, the power of life and death at Mingling Zoo still rested in the hands of the young master's father, so Shang Youqing ultimately let the young master stay.

He would only stay for two days.

The next day, before dawn, Shang Youqing received a call from Old Yan, saying that the shipment of fruits, vegetables, and fodder he had helped her with would arrive in about half an hour. After

hanging up, Shang Youqing hurried to work. Shortly after entering the kitchen to get busy, she heard a rustling sound at the door.

Looking back, Shang Youji came over with her slippers, her light chestnut hair slightly parted and curled up in a small arc, her eyes drooping, her face a little cold, and she looked like she hadn't woken up yet.

"Mommy didn't wake me up."

Shang Youqing tidied up the little girl's hair and coaxed her, "I want the baby to sleep a little longer."

Shang Youji uttered a muffled "hmm" from her nose, then gave up. She went outside to bring in a small stool, stood next to Shang Youqing, holding a round, off-white bottle, and made her own milk powder.

It was also at this time that Shang Youqing, while helping the baby add warm water to the bottle, also mentioned to Shang Youji the little accident of taking in He Zhimo last night.

Shang You, with immense strength, tightened the bottle cap in one go, shook it, and looked up in confusion, asking, "Didn't Mommy already help find his lion? Why is he here again?"

"Uh,"

Shang Youqing was just trying to figure out how to explain this to her baby when a childish, cold voice rang out from the kitchen doorway. "So you're Shang Youqing's baby!"

Shang You turned to see Young Master He, already dressed in his new outfit from the bag he'd brought with him. He

wore a crisp white shirt, a small bow tie, crisp black trousers, and a pair of brand-new, shiny leather shoes. He had dressed meticulously for Shang Youqing, but he hadn't expected to see Shang Youqing and her baby happily enjoying themselves in the kitchen.

Even more surprising, when Shang You turned around, Young Master He's once-tense face froze. "You?"

Shang You clearly recognized the man dressed like a peacock. It was the same person she had encountered at the zoo the day she and her mother had come down the mountain.

Shang You frowned slightly and told Shang Youqing, "Mom, the pastries we made that day were for him."

Hearing the two children knew each other, Shang Youqing felt a slight sigh of relief. She discussed this with her baby, "Baby, I'm going to go to the west gate to inspect the goods. Can you help me look after this little master?"

Since it was a task assigned by her mother, Shang You nodded without a second thought.

Then, she emerged from the kitchen, bottle in hand, and gestured to a seat at the small dining table, "Go sit down."

He Zhimo followed Shang You to her seat without a word, his hands neatly folded on the table. He stared at Shang You, her puffy face slurping milk, without blinking. After a moment's careful consideration, he turned to Shang Youqing, who was still in the kitchen, and made a request—"

Shang Youqing, I need to take 300 milliliters of milk powder when I wake up in the morning, too."

"...What?"

Shang You released the pacifier and silently translated, "Mom, he said he wants a glass of milk, too."

Three minutes later, He Zhimo got his wish and drank the first glass of milk Shang Youqing had prepared for him.

Because time was running out, Shang Youqing had just gnawed a piece of corn when he received another call from Old Yan. He had no choice but to hurriedly tell Shang You a few words and drove out on the small battery.

Shang You did not give food for nothing. After breakfast, seeing that the young master He was still sitting at the dining table and wiping his mouth slowly, Shang You took him to the newly cultivated vegetable plot in the yard and threw a small shovel to him.

The young master He hugged the small shovel in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Shang You held her hands, raised her chin and gave the order: "Plant the row of cabbages on the left."