Chapter 78 Wife, what is the killing barrier?

He Cong stared at him and did not speak immediately, but the aura around him was almost thawed to the freezing point.

Mu Weiting observed the subtle and inconspicuous changes in He Cong's expression, letting He Cong brainstorm across from him. After a long while, he put down the coffee in his hand and continued, "Although You Qing has always prevented me from telling you these things."

"Professor Mu."

He Cong spoke clearly and calmly, "Everyone's time is precious. If you really have something to say, be direct. There's no need to play tricks in front of me. There's no need to act like you are so close to Shang Youqing. In terms of relationship, she is my wife and we even have a child, and you are just a senior brother. You can't irritate me at all."

These words obviously froze the smile on Mu Weiting's face. He stared at He Cong steadily, was silent for a few seconds, and finally spoke again in a gentle tone: "No wonder You Qing wants to stay away from you, Mr. He, you know very well that You Qing didn't marry you out of her own will. You don't still take your fictitious relationship seriously?"

He Cong smiled.

His fingers were long and powerful, gracefully twisting the watchband on his wrist. He glanced at the time, then raised his lips slightly and said, "I don't quite understand. My wife loves to play chase with me. It's just a little fun between us. Professor Mu, why are you, an outsider, so anxious?"

He Cong said, standing up. "If Professor Mu just came here to tell me this nonsense, I'm sorry. I have to go home and take care of my wife and my child."

As He Cong picked up the suit jacket hanging on the side of his seat and stood to pass by Mu Weiting's seat, Mu Weiting looked straight ahead with a calm expression and said slowly,

"A killing barrier has been planted in you."

The air around him seemed to freeze for a moment. He Cong tilted his head slightly, his gaze on Mu Weiting becoming as sharp as a knife.

"What is it?"

Mu Weiting repeated, "A killing barrier. A killing barrier that can devour and wipe out the lives of all living things."

After the deathly cold silence, He Cong sat back down, his cold gaze fixed on him and he said, "Go on."

Seeing this, Mu Weiting's originally uncertain heart sank a little. He then raised his finger and gently pushed the silver-gray frame on the bridge of his nose, and looked at him politely again -

"Mr. He, you probably don't know yet, but every time you approach You Qing, you will only indirectly bring her the pain of the killing barrier on your body. She is an ancient deity. Once she gets too close to a human like you who carries filthy evil spirits, her own spiritual veins will suffer irreversible damage." "

Now you know why she insisted on staying away from you, right? It's you who, time and time again, insisted on putting her in pain."

"Back then, You Qing was forced to get close to you in order to retrieve her spiritual roots, and she gave birth to a son with you. She no longer owes you anything, so why do you have to keep pestering her now?"

He Cong listened to his words with almost no emotion. Then, he leaned back in his chair and, in front of Mu Weiting, turned on his phone and switched to the address book page.

Mu Weiting keenly noticed that his fingertip was about to click on the number marked "Wife", and immediately asked, "Mr. He, what do you mean?"

"I'll ask my wife." He Cong paused slightly and sneered, "I have to ask her why her senior brother suddenly ran up to me and tried to sow discord. I have to get an explanation, right?"

"Do you think I'm lying to you? After all, Mr. He, can't you feel it? She has been deliberately staying away from you all this time. This is the truth, right? Also, although I don't approve of you, I didn't come here with the intention of sowing discord this time."

"As I said at the beginning, You Qing cares about you, but she had to leave you because of the killing barrier that was like a time bomb in your body. But if you can erase the killing barrier in your body, Mr. He, You Qing will naturally not stay away from you and your child anymore."

Mu Weiting slowly looked along He Cong's face to his heart, "And I came here this time because I found a way to erase the killing barrier."

When He Cong heard this, his deep dark eyebrows narrowed slowly, and suddenly he looked at Mu Weiting sitting opposite him and made an extremely strange sound. He scoffed, "If my guess is correct, the method you're describing is likely aimed at my life. That's why you came to me."

Mu Weiting, exposed, remained unfazed. "Mr. He, you must understand that the killing barrier isn't something you can just wipe out. I can only say there's a chance of survival; it depends on whether you're willing to take the risk. Only by successfully erasing the killing barrier can you regain your chance to be with You Qing."

He Cong snatched up his phone and stood up again. This time, Mu Weiting didn't stop him, but simply smiled again.

"Believe it or not, I sincerely want to help Mr. He."

...

North America, Wencheng.

As Shang Youqing was driving back from the botanical base to pack her luggage, her phone, casually tucked into her coat pocket, kept vibrating.

To be precise, since last week, He Cong had been consistently checking in with her daily.

Shang Youqing couldn't bear to block him, reading his messages without replying every day, figuring he'd give up after a while of He Cong's attentions. But he hadn't. That day, his phone was buzzing non-stop, like a bombardment.

Worried that something was wrong with him, Shang Youqing pulled over. As soon as he turned on his phone, he saw the latest pop-up message from He Cong:

"Shang Youqing, if you don't answer my call, I'll kill myself."

Then, He Cong called.

Shang Youqing, his face darkening, answered the call immediately and blurted out, "He Cong, you better have something important to tell me."

He Cong listened quietly to her breathing, then suddenly let out a faint smile.

The laughter was self-explanatory.

It was as if he was mocking Shang Youqing, the liar who answered his call immediately and still claimed not to love him.

Shang Youqing took a deep breath and realized that this guy was teasing her on purpose. She was about to scold him when a low and tender voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

"Wife."

These were two very ordinary words, but He Cong called them out in a sticky and warm voice that made people hot and alluring.

Shang Youqing's fingers holding the phone tightened slightly. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back slowly into the back of her throat as if they were stuck.

She didn't speak, and He Cong didn't rush either.

After waiting for a while and seeing Shang Youqing not angrily refute the title, He Cong's lips curled up slightly, as if to confirm an unspeakable evidence. He smiled softly into the phone again, feeling very good.

He no longer had to force a cold tone like he had in the past. Acting as if he were genuinely curious, he continued, "Wife, what is a killing barrier?"

However, Shang Youqing's expression suddenly changed again upon hearing this. "...You know? Who told you that?"

On the other end of the line, He Cong had just returned to Yan Garden. He raised his hand to dismiss his subordinates, leaning his broad, slender body against the side of the archway, a smile still playing on his lips, as he complained to her, "

It's Mu Weiting, the man who claimed to be your senior brother. He said a lot of nonsense to sow discord between you and me. But don't worry, wife, I wasn't provoked by him. My love for you can't be shaken by his few words. I..."

"Don't believe anything Mu Weiting says. His motives are ulterior, and those things have nothing to do with you. Don't get involved."

He Cong listened quietly and obediently, saying, "Yes, I know. There's more."

His cooperation actually left Shang Youqing somewhat stunned. After a long moment, she lowered her voice and said, "Also, take good care of Momo."

He Cong listened to her and, as expected, said obediently, "Okay." As expected,

Shang Youqing hung up the phone.

He Cong stared at the word "wife" on the screen until it dimmed automatically. Only then did he put away his phone and return to the main residence in the lakeside area.

As soon as he got out of the elevator and entered He Zhimo's room, he saw the doorway piled with large and small boxes.

To the little guy, it felt like this wasn't just a two-day trip to North America, but a grand family relocation.

As He Cong walked in, he saw He Zhimo clattering out of his toy house carrying another box.

He Zhimo saw his father still standing by the door looking around, so he reminded him breathlessly while holding the suitcase: "Dad, why are you still in a daze here? Have you packed your luggage? We, we have to leave in two hours!"

"Momo," He Cong walked up to He Zhimo, helped the little guy put the suitcase on the ground, and said, "Let's not go to Wencheng first."

When He Zhimo heard this, his pouting lips drooped for a moment, and his black and moist eyes could not hide the depression and sadness, but he still tried to raise his baby voice: "Not going to Wencheng? But, I haven't returned the gift to Shang Youqing!"

He Cong slowly squatted down in front of his young son. He said "um" first, raised his hand and stroked the hair on the little guy's head, and told him: "Dad already knows how to get Shang Youqing back to me and Momo."