Chapter 82 Youbao, when did you celebrate your birthday?

After listening to the cub's words, He Cong slowly and carefully took the extremely beautiful golden feather, lowered his eyes and stared at the golden feather in his palm for a moment. The uneasiness in his eyes finally dissipated a little, and he said in a low voice: "Thank you, Youbao."

Shang You said "You're welcome" softly, and just as he was about to zip up his schoolbag again, He Cong suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar thing out of the corner of his eye.

Glancing sideways, the little phoenix plush hanging on Shang You's little schoolbag was clearly the same as the birthday gift Shang Youqing had given to He Zhimo before.

The only difference was that He Zhimo's little phoenix plush was tied with a bow tie, while Shang You's little phoenix was slung across a sweet and cool little skateboard.

Before He Cong could ask, Shang You followed his gaze and said, "Uncle He, this is a birthday present from Mom. You can't lend it to me, Uncle He."

He Cong's eyes flickered at the words "birthday present." Not wanting to frighten little Youbao, he asked softly, as calmly and gently as possible, "What a coincidence, Youbao. When was your birthday?"

Shang You stretched out his little finger and calculated. "It seems like it was last month..."

He Cong followed up the little guy's words and asked directly, "Was it February 26th?"

Shang You raised his little face, stunned for a second. "How did Uncle He know?"

He Cong gently bent two fingers and placed them against the golden feather in his palm, his fingertips slowly pressing down on the feathers. He stared at Shang You's sweet, soft face, his whole mind blank for a moment, a buzzing sound.

Is this possible?

Didn't Shang Youqing only give birth to He Zhimo back then?

No, how could it be impossible?

What if Shang Youqing had actually given birth to twins but only left He Zhimo to him?

"Uncle He? Uncle He, what's wrong with you?"

He Cong's reasoning gradually returned. He remained calm, repeatedly adjusting his breathing several times before he could speak again. "Youbao, your father... isn't Mu Jiuhan?"

"Huh?" Shang You shook her head. "He's Youyou's great uncle, not your father."

He Cong stared at Shang You and asked hoarsely, "Then who is your father?"

Shang You scratched her head and thought for a moment, looking a little confused. "Uncle He, I don't know either. Mom never told me this."

He Cong, who had been tense until then, suddenly smiled.

Sure enough.

He guessed right.

Shang You, bewildered, stared at him with wide eyes, only to be increasingly worried. "Uncle He, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, Youbao."

He Cong reached out and rubbed her head, his lips curved upwards as never before. He couldn't help but tell the cub gently, "I just suddenly learned something very happy." "

What is it?"

He Cong's eyes were gentle as he took in Shang You's features. He had never considered this before, but now that he knew the truth, looking at the little one, Shang You's eyes and nose, deep and straight, were so

much like his. Was he blind before, unable to recognize his own daughter?

He Cong mentally scolded himself with immense happiness,

wishing he could tell Shang You the truth right then and there. But when he thought about Shang Youqing's continued silence about his father, he wondered why, and he didn't dare act rashly and disrupt Shang Youqing's plans.

But no matter what Shang Youqing's intentions were, when she returned tonight, he would have a stern reckoning with her, and demand that she return the status and position that rightfully belonged to him.

With this thought, He Cong felt a little more confident, and he promised Shang You, "I'll tell Youbao tomorrow at the latest."

That night, He Cong stayed by little Youbao's bedside, constantly monitoring the cub's temperature while clutching the golden feather, fearing its color would fade.

Fortunately, the feather retained its shimmering luster throughout the day.

Around midnight, Shang Youqing returned, weathered, and trying to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake anyone inside.

Almost as soon as she half-opened the door, leaning sideways, a tall, heavy shadow loomed over her. Before Shang Youqing could react, she was grabbed by the shoulders and shoved out the door.

With the subtle sound of the door closing, Shang Youqing was pressed against the wall by the aggressive heat.

In the darkness, the man's lowered brows were oppressive, and his voice became deep and gloomy. "Shang Youqing, how dare you come back?"

Shang Youqing looked up at him warily, "...what?"

"Still playing dumb."

He Cong knew that he couldn't let her off easily in less than half a minute this time. So he stared at his wife's slightly parted rosy lips, and with great determination he resisted the urge to kiss her fiercely. He continued to interrogate her cruelly in the corner of the courtyard wall on this dark and windy night. "Tell me, how long are you going to keep this secret from me?"

Shang Youqing's eyebrows twitched slightly when he heard this. "You... know everything?"

He Cong suppressed the corner of his mouth and pretended to be cold and stern: "Yes."

At this time, Shang Youqing didn't know that they were not on the same wavelength at all, and she thought He Cong really knew her plan.

Without a second to think, he immediately raised his hand to hook the back of He Cong's neck and pressed him to himself, pressing his thin, hot lips hard.

He Cong paused, obviously not expecting Shang Youqing to follow suit and use seductive tactics on him, which directly controlled him for several seconds.

Just as he reacted and pretended to struggle a few times, the next second, Shang Youqing's palm covering the back of his neck quickly injected a ray of spiritual energy.

"Wife..."

He Cong only had time to call out vaguely, his eyelids slowly drooping, and his whole body fell down.

Shang Youqing struggled to help him into the house, knowing the spiritual energy would only lull He Cong into a coma for a few minutes. After laying him on the bed, she scooped up Shang You, who had just been awakened by her entrance. "Let's go, baby."

Shang You clung to Shang Youqing's neck, sleepy eyes wide. "Mom... where are we going?"

She turned to look at He Cong, who lay slumped over on the bed behind her. "Aren't you taking Uncle He with you?"

"Yeah, I can't,"

Shang Youqing said. She glanced at He Cong one last time and pursed her lips, a wave of reluctance still welling up in her.

So, regardless of Shang You's continued gaze, she leaned over, lifted her hand to cup the side of his face, and pressed another hard kiss to his lips.

She kissed him harder than ever before

, biting the corner of his lip until it bled. Then, with her thumb, pinching his slender jaw, she gently and delicately wiped it, taking in his handsome, deep features up close.

Only then did he finally stand up, regain his calm demeanor, and leave with Shang You in his arms.