Chapter 74 Maybe I have gained experience in taking care of your son.

The sound of water splashing in the shower room was making a sound.

Shang Youqing leaned lazily against the bathtub, his fingers on the edge were still wet, stained with white foam, and he casually smeared them around the edge of the water.

After a while, he glanced at the shower room a few steps away through the frosted glass door, and hazily saw a very strong and tall figure taking a shower.

Shang Youqing slowly straightened his shoulders and neck from the water, placed the back of his wet fingers under his lips and pressed them, and then stared at the dark figure leisurely for a long time.

Until the shower door was pushed open, He Cong came out with a bath towel tied around his neck.

His short black hair was wet and was casually pushed back, with a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

Seeing Shang Youqing leaning against the bathtub and staring at him, He Cong's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he walked over silently.

She took down the bathrobe from the rack beside her, and was about to bend over to pick the man up from the water, but was stopped by Shang Youqing.

He Cong was about to ask her what was wrong, but Shang Youqing's wet fingers pushed aside half of the bath towel that just covered his knees and legs.

Her fingers were a cold white in color, and because she had just taken a bath, the joints were very light pink. At this moment, she felt a coolness and vaguely brushed across the obvious red part of his knees and legs.

As if out of real concern, she raised her eyes and asked him: "Does your knee still hurt?"

He Cong lowered his eyes and glanced quickly at the place where she touched, pursed his thin lips, and did not answer.

He was about to pull the towel away from her fingers when she looked at him, unabashedly, and asked, "Isn't it too late to feel embarrassed now?"

He Cong lowered his gaze slightly, letting her touch him. He then leaned down, reached out his arms, and scooped her up, immediately wrapping her in a clean, white bathrobe.

As he carried her out of the bathroom, he replied calmly, "What's the use of saying it hurts? You've always been eager for me to feel pain, in this case."

Shang Youqing tutted. "You make me sound like... well, a pervert?"

He Cong's eyes flicked to her cheek as he carried her back to the bed, "Was I wrong about you? Why didn't I see you let go just now?"

Shang Youqing couldn't help but think about it again. Looking down again, he saw He Cong half-crouching on the edge of the bed, holding her wet ankles in his palms and stepping on them.

Then, with a clean, soft towel, he wiped the wet marks from her ankles.

Shang Youqing watched, her hand still on his shoulder, showing no remorse, as if it were a matter of course: "You dressed up like that on purpose, isn't it just so I can unwrap you like a present?"

This time, He Cong didn't object. He bent down and carefully dried her feet, humming a gentle "hmm." After a moment, he stood up slightly and asked, "Why don't you rest for a while? I'll go clean up the bathroom."

Shang Youqing didn't say anything, and He Cong didn't seem to want to wait for her consent. He just said yes and went back to the bathroom.

Shang Youqing sat on the bed the whole time, propping up her face as He Cong walked back and forth in front of her, wrapped in a towel. He

not only cleaned the bathroom, but also washed the clothes, did the housework, and finally went downstairs to the kitchen to make her a bowl of hot noodle soup.

Shang Youqing dozed off during this time, and woke up with a slight sniff of the fragrance, to see He Cong had already placed the noodle soup on the small table next to her.

Without waiting for He Cong to turn around and call out, Shang Youqing landed barefoot on the ground, leaning against his tall, strong shoulders like a boneless person. He

ran his hand along the apron straps tied at the man's waist, touching his well-proportioned waist and abdomen, playing with them while trying to tease him.

"Mr. He looks much more adept at housework than I am. Don't we usually have servants at home?"

He Cong lowered his head and gently grasped the slender hand that was groping him through the apron fabric. "I raised your son this way for the first two years after he was born."

Unexpectedly, the topic suddenly turned to He Zhimo. Shang Youqing, who felt he had shot himself in the foot, instantly became obedient and let him hold his hand. After a long pause, he managed two words, "...Is that so?"

He Cong didn't know if it was intentional, but continued to talk calmly and indifferently. "It's been much better in the past two years. It's just that when he was new, he was more attached to me. He usually refused to let Butler Chen and the others hold him, and would only drink the formula I made. Maybe it's the experience I gained from taking care of your son during those years."

He Cong kept saying "your son" as if brainwashing Shang Youqing, wanting him to always remember that He Zhimo was her son.

After speaking, she turned around, facing Shang Youqing, staring at him intently and silently.

He looked as if he was waiting for her to praise him.

Shang Youqing really couldn't ignore it at all, so she could only bite the bullet and praise him, "You are amazing."

He Cong pulled her hand over to sit down and eat noodles.

After all, she had just used up a lot of energy not long ago, and the noodles cooked by He Cong were really delicious, so Shang Youqing quickly finished all the soup noodles.

When He Cong went downstairs to clean up the dishes, he looked at the darkening sky outside the window, as if he had just regained some consciousness from this happy dream.

She hesitated, and slowly followed He Cong downstairs.

He Cong was washing dishes in the kitchen with his back to her. She stood by the door and silently looked at his tall and stretched shoulders without saying a word.

It was not until He Cong finished cleaning the kitchen and turned to look at her that Shang Youqing retracted her gaze. As if she didn't dare to look at him again, she touched the tip of her nose, cleared her throat and said, "It's getting late--"

Before she finished speaking, He Cong walked up to her coldly and looked at her directly: "Shang Youqing, can't you warm your heart at all? You want to drive me away after I've eaten and drunk enough?"

Shang Youqing moved the tip of her shoes and barely stood up straight.

She made an excuse for herself without changing her expression, "I just thought that you would be more busy at work--"

"Not busy."

He Cong did not appreciate her kindness at all, and continued with a sneer, "I have time to come all the way here to seduce you, do you think I still need time to sleep tonight?"

"..."

So, Shang Youqing looked at the sharp and straightforward eyes of this guy, and was too embarrassed to say the words that she had not yet said. She pursed her lips and inexplicably adjusted her tone, "Okay, you sleep here for one night and leave tomorrow morning."

He Cong was about to laugh at her self-proclaimed subtle expulsion, but her face was still straight and solemn, pretending that she did not understand her words that she wanted him to leave early tomorrow morning. With

an expressionless face, he stretched out his arms to pick up Shang Youqing, who was only wearing a loose nightgown, by the waist and carried him all the way back to the room.