Chapter 75 Shang Youqing, break up with him.
Chapter 75 Shang Youqing, you broke up with him.
Although Shang Youqing said hurtful words, in fact, not only did she not resist his touch and intimacy, she even liked it...
Having proved that her body was still very attractive to Shang Youqing, He Cong finally felt a little relieved.
As long as he was still attractive to Shang Youqing, even if only the physical attraction remained, he still felt that he had a sure win. There
was a long time to come, and he had plenty of time to focus on Shang Youqing alone.
There was an obvious tooth mark on the bend of Shang Youqing's leg.
It was from that time when he bit her in the bathroom.
While Shang Youqing was leaning against the headboard to read some plant-related literature, He Cong sat on the side of the bed, gently held her knee, and applied ointment on it.
Shang Youqing took the time to glance at her, and let him toss and turn without paying any attention.
Until He Cong grasped her ankle and climbed up from the edge of the bed, Shang Youqing set aside the documents and reminded him, "Are you tired? The next room is empty. Go make the bed yourself—"
Before she could finish her words, He Cong buried his head in her belly, silently wrapping his arms around her waist.
Shang Youqing tried to lift her hand, but not only did she fail, but He Cong snatched her hand and brought it to his warm lips.
Then, unable to resist, he nuzzled her fingertips and pressed his lips against them.
Just as Shang Youqing was about to break free again, He Cong suddenly bit her gently, his voice rasping with the ferocity of a beast, and warned in a cold, hoarse voice, "
Shang Youqing, break up with him."
Shang Youqing was stunned for a second, then recalled the last time he'd seen Mu Jiuhan and Shang You coming to see her. She quickly understood that the "he" He Cong was referring to was Mu Jiuhan.
At that time, right under He Cong's nose, she didn't choose him, but walked straight towards Mu Jiuhan.
Although she had no choice because of Shang You, He Cong didn't know this.
She had thought that after that night, He Cong would be completely disillusioned with her...
Before she could say anything, He Cong suddenly grasped her waist and slowly straightened up from her arms.
His eyes still flashed with aggression, and his slender, strong fingers pinched her chin. He stared directly at Shang Youqing's face from close range and continued with what he had just said.
"If you break up with him, I'll forgive you."
Shang Youqing was rubbed by his fingertips on the tip of her chin. She still looked at him a little dazed, and her lips moved slightly: "...You forgive him again? Didn't you say last time..."
He Cong narrowed his eyes and interrupted her, "Don't worry about it, last time is last time, this time is this time."
He lifted Shang Youqing's cheek again and restored his fierce expression, "Shang Youqing, I'm not kidding you this time. Listen carefully, I don't blame you for not judging people well. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, but as long as you break up with him obediently, I will forgive you for everything you did before. Otherwise--"
He paused deliberately here, putting subtle pressure on Shang Youqing.
Shang Youqing seemed to be really scared by him. Looking at his stern face up close, she was stunned for a moment and then asked, "What if it's not?"
He Cong took advantage of the situation and grasped her slender waist, which was the size of a palm, and lifted her up to sit on his lap, saying coldly.
"Otherwise, I'll bankrupt him."
Shang Youqing straightened his back, hands on either side of his shoulders, eyes widening slightly at the words.
He Cong wasn't just intimidating; his expression remained stern, and he continued to deliver a powerful blow to Shang Youqing with reason and evidence:
"Don't be fooled by the fact that he's a well-known arms dealer in North America and appears to have considerable wealth. In reality, he can't withstand even the slightest scrutiny. His money is filthy, and you have no future with him."
Shang Youqing finally recovered from his words.
Thinking of what he had heard from the housekeeper before leaving the castle today about Mu Jiuhan's recent setbacks in his arms business, he blinked his long eyelashes disdainfully and looked at He Cong and asked, "So you've been the one who's been bothering him behind his back all this time?"
He Cong scoffed, "If the money he has is truly clean, how could I have bothered him so easily? Ultimately, it's because he's unreliable."
Shang Youqing tried to hold it back, but couldn't. She wrapped her delicate arms around his neck and slowly lowered her head, resting her face against his neck, laughing silently.
Now it was He Cong's turn to frown slightly, glancing sideways at Shang Youqing, who had taken the initiative to lean against his neck. He thought his recent barrage of threats had frightened her to death.
He lowered his head to touch Shang Youqing's beautiful black hair and waited a moment. Seeing that Shang Youqing remained silent in his neck, He Cong knew it was time to use a combination of kindness and force.
He rubbed his palm along the curve of her beautiful waist, pressing it toward himself as he slowly cupped the side of her face. He lowered his head to gently peck her soft lips, and began to soothe her gently.
"Shang Youqing, don't you still need to earn money to support your daughter? Let me help you raise her, okay? I have four years of parenting experience. You can see that I've raised He Zhimo well, and I'll treat Shang You as our daughter, too. You know I'm capable of this and can definitely do it."
Shang Youqing's eyes were slightly misty, from the tears she'd crammed into He Cong's neck just now, trying to hold back a laugh. As He Cong lifted her face and kissed her, her eyes and brows seemed to be covered in a thin mist, beautiful and alluring.
She was completely unaware of this, biting her lip to stifle a smile as he kissed her until she heard He Cong's last words. She was clearly captivated, her eyes glistening as she stared at him.
Before she could answer He Cong's question, he gently lifted his hand from her petal-soft lips, his palm still cupping her soft, pale cheek. He lowered his face and slowly approached, his nose touching hers, his eyes fixed on hers with unwavering calmness and seriousness. He spoke calmly.
"You don't know how to love. You don't love me, you don't love Momo. No matter how cold and heartless you are, it doesn't matter. I'll teach you."
"Shang Youqing, don't always discriminate against humans. I have plenty of patience with you, and I believe I can teach you one day."
He Cong spoke a stream of harsh and kind words. Seeing Shang Youqing staring at him in silence the entire time, he felt a faint fear that this heartless woman was about to stab him in the heart again.
Although he was used to it,
no matter how used he became, it still hurt every time.
Therefore, He Cong quickly and deliberately restored his previous expression, and hugged her forcefully and indifferently back to his chest, rubbing her head, and said in a steady and reliable tone: "
Okay, I won't force you to answer me immediately. Just wait, I will soon let you see the true face of Mu Jiuhan."