Chapter 9: You'll only give me things your baby doesn't want.

Shang Youqing had originally expected the first day's visitor flow to be similar to usual. Instead, as soon as the gates opened early that morning, the queue area was already filling up.

Before Shang Youqing could fully process what was happening, his phone rang.

As soon as he answered, Old Yan's excited voice rang out:

"Xiao Shang! Check your phone! The video of you helping a lost puppy find its owner at the zoo entrance yesterday has gone viral!" Confused,

Shang Youqing opened the video link Old Yan had just shared.

The video showed a short live clip of her squatting under a tree at the zoo's west entrance yesterday, communicating with the lost puppy.

At first, Shang Youqing didn't think it was strange or viral, until she opened the video:

The puppy: Awooo...

Shang Youqing: "Lost your owner?"

The puppy: Woof woof?

Shang Youqing stroked the puppy's head and pulled out his phone: "Yes, what's your owner's number?"

The puppy: Woof woof woof! Woof, woof, woof, woof…

"137… OK, dialed… Hello, I found a puppy."

Just as netizens were wondering if the new director of Mingling Zoo could truly understand animals or if he was just randomly dialing a number…

a few minutes later, the owner of the pastoral dog on the phone actually showed up according to the address.

"What are you watching?"

He Cong had just finished a high-level meeting at the branch office and settled into the spacious leather back seat of his Bentley when he heard the sound of a video playing on Yu Zhu's phone, which he had accidentally opened before turning it off.

The voice in the video sounded familiar, and He Cong looked over. Yu Zhu

awkwardly met his gaze and casually explained, "I just saw it too. Miss Shang's video is pretty popular online."

He thought the matter was over.

After all, he never gave a second's attention to irrelevant matters.

But then, He Cong said, "Let me see it." Yu

Zhu was stunned and had to reopen the video he had hastily closed.

He Cong watched the entire video with a solemn look.

The video's final frame showed Shang Youqing standing slightly sideways, his thin body, his elegant and graceful features raised slightly as he said goodbye to the pastoral dog and its owner, then turned and walked into the lush park gate.

Perhaps due to the discrepancy between the video frames, for a moment, the elegant figure in the video and the figure of his wife in his memory almost overlapped.

The screen then dimmed.

Daylight streamed in through the car window, and He Cong's gaze returned. The cold light reflected from the laptop screen at hand was clearly reflected on the man's deep, three-dimensional profile.

He didn't know if it was Yu Zhu's illusion, but although their President He usually had a stern face, he felt that their President He's expression seemed even colder after watching the video.

Yu Zhu started to talk cautiously, "No wonder Miss Shang was able to find Ruibai so easily in the back mountain of Yanyuan before. I saw those people on the Internet saying..."

He Cong interrupted his assistant with an unclear emotion, "Go to the airport."

Around noon, Shang Youqing received a call from housekeeper Chen in the park, saying that the car to pick up Young Master He would arrive in half an hour.

Shang Youqing initially thought that He Cong was going to send the driver and bodyguards directly to pick up the children. It happened that the park had just been idle, so Shang Youqing stopped the two children who were about to bury their heads in the vegetable garden after lunch.

"Young Master He, your family will come to pick you up soon."

He Zhimo stood on the steps of the courtyard with his back to her.

Last night, after the little one ran back to his room, Shang Youqing was worried and wanted to go over to comfort him, but when he reached the door, he found it was closed. After a long while, he heard the little master inside say in a muffled voice, "Shang Youqing, I'm asleep."

Since then, until today, the little master He has not seemed very cheerful and has not taken the initiative to talk to Shang Youqing.

Now, hearing Shang Youqing say that his family is coming to pick him up, He Zhimo is even more preconceived that Shang Youqing is eager to get him out. Without saying a word, he went back to the room to pack his schoolbag. While he was packing, Shang Youqing walked to the door and asked in a low voice, "Little master, do you need my help?"

He Zhimo didn't even turn around and said stubbornly, "No."

It was obvious that he was still angry with her. Shang Youqing had never coaxed a child other than Shang You. He touched the tip of his nose in confusion. Suddenly, he remembered something and dragged Shang You back into the room to search through the drawers for something.

The courtyard was located in an unopened area of the park, relatively close to the west gate. Shang Youqing and He Zhimo had just emerged from the west gate when two luxurious black cars pulled up on the roadside.

A short while later, a tall, slender young man, accompanied by several bodyguards, carrying gift boxes of varying sizes, approached them.

Shang Youqing hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a small bird stuffed animal hidden behind her. She spoke to Young Master He, who was clutching his backpack straps and facing away from her.

"Young Master, this is a little doll I sewed myself. Shang You used to like to hold it whenever she couldn't sleep. If you don't mind--"

He Zhimo turned his head and quickly glanced at the bird doll she handed over, but didn't take it. His little face was still puffed up, and he didn't realize that he was throwing a tantrum in front of Shang Youqing: "You gave it to me because your baby doesn't want it!"

Shang Youqing was stunned. Before she could explain anything, the young man came forward and nodded slightly to her: "Hello, Miss Shang, I'm Yu Zhou, the chief assistant of President He. I'm here to take the young master home. Miss Shang, thank you for taking care of the young master these two days."

As Yu Zhu spoke, he winked at the bodyguard behind him, and the bodyguard immediately came over with a gift box, "This is a small gift from President He, I hope Miss Shang will accept it."

Although Shang Youqing didn't know the names of these brands, she could judge from the color of the opened gems that every jewelry necklace here was priceless.

Of course, she didn't answer. She first greeted Yu Zhu, then glanced at the stern-shouldered Young Master He. "I've only taken in the young master for a day or two, and he's easy to take care of and isn't picky about food. There's no need for this. Please, Yu Zhu, thank Mr. He for his kindness on my behalf."

Meanwhile, He Zhimo, with his back to the others, appeared indifferent, but in reality, his ears were perked up.

When Shang Youqing praised him for being easy to take care of, the corners of He Zhimo's taut mouth relaxed slightly, and he quietly inched his body closer to Shang Youqing.

Then, with her big eyes turning, she secretly noticed that Shang Youqing was about to take his bird doll back after he finished speaking. He Zhimo could no longer pretend, and without thinking, he snatched the bird doll from Shang Youqing's arms, staring at Shang Youqing and saying, "Didn't you say it was a gift for me?"

Shang Youqing: "...I thought the young master didn't want it."

He Zhimo hugged the old bird doll tightly, his eyes filled with tears, but he looked up at her fiercely and asked, "Shang Youqing, can I come to play with you in the future?" Yu

Zhu stepped forward, "Young master..."

He Zhimo refused to leave, still standing there stubbornly, waiting for Shang Youqing's answer.

"Yeah." Shang Youqing calmed down and answered the little fellow with downcast eyes, "The zoo will be open from now on. You are welcome to come to the zoo anytime."

He Zhimo was led by Yu Zhu to the black car at the back.

The car drove away quickly. He Zhimo leaned over the car window and tapped it, still trying to look back until He Cong's deep voice came from the seat next to him.

"Momo, sit down."

After a long while, He Zhimo sat back down, holding the bird stuffed animal, pursed his lips, and sobbed softly.

After a moment's silence, He Cong put down the documents at hand, and placed the back of his broad palm on his young son's head, rubbing it gently: "Don't cry."

He Zhimo could no longer hold back his tears and buried his face in his father's suit shirt, his little hands clutching at the collar button. No amount of coaxing would stop him.

The little master cried all the way until they arrived at the He family's old house, where he finally fell asleep on He Cong's shoulder, exhausted from crying.

The old housekeeper came forward, watching closely as Mr. He, with a stern face, stepped out of the opened car door.

He Cong's slender, bony hands held the baby. The lapel of his expensive, handsome suit was slightly wet from the child's tears and saliva, and even his shirt and tie were wrinkled from the young master's soft hands.

But He Cong didn't hand the child over to anyone else. He just ignored him and walked in with the child.