Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 400: Chapter 400

Su Lu also felt that she was a bit... courage from artistic mastery, huh?

She scratched her head embarrassedly, "I didn’t know he was so fierce."

"Now you know? Aren’t you going to send him away quickly?" Shen Xun picked up his phone and said, "Give me a nod, and I’ll call Song Boyuan right now to have someone pick him up."

"That’s not appropriate," Su Lu waved her hand. "Isn’t this like sending a sheep into a tiger’s mouth, pushing someone into a pit? I have a guilty conscience not to mention, we’re in a society governed by law..."

Shen Xun gave her a sidelong glance.

Su Lu felt really uncomfortable under his gaze, and after a moment, with no other choice, she sighed helplessly and nodded, "Alright, alright, I admit it’s because she’s Bo Jingshen’s sister that I can’t bear it, okay?"

Shen Xun shrugged his shoulders, and only then did he put down his phone.

In the end, Shen Xun didn’t stop Su Lu from doing so. He doted on his sister the most; as long as she didn’t bring the sky down, and even if she did, he would help her bear it.

So Shen Xun didn’t persuade her any further, and he even didn’t mind that Yida’s people were coming over, "Since I’m here as well, it’s a good opportunity to catch up with them."

Of course, Su Lu felt quite happy about it.

However, with Jing Qiao at home making her breakfast, it wasn’t right for Su Lu to linger, so she took her leave first.

Before she left, Shen Xun said with a smile, "Remember to bring Lele to see me, I miss him."

"Sure thing, got it. You’re not leaving these next few days anyway," Su Lu waved her hand and left with a smile.

Shen Xun’s face was also graced with a gentle smile as he waved back at her.

However, the moment the door closed, the smile on his face vanished completely.

He turned to look at Su Zhe, "Just occasionally helping each other out? That won’t affect my future, will it?"

Su Zhe was silent, eyes cast downward.

"Why aren’t you speaking? You were talking just fine with Lulu just now, weren’t you?" Shen Xun pressed.

After a moment, Su Zhe finally said softly, "Did I say something wrong? Could it be that you and I have a future? Let’s just have fun; Shen Xun, you’re not taking this seriously, are you?"

"Su Zhe, you truly deserve to be from the Su Family, running through your veins is the blood of Su Yukan’s heartlessness and ruthlessness," Shen Xun narrowed his eyes at him. "Do you even have a heart? If you do, after all these years, why can’t I kindle any warmth in it?"

Perhaps Shen Xun’s words were too piercing, especially since he brought up Su Yukan, a topic which Su Zhe always avoided. Su Zhe’s eyes turned red with anger. "Yes, I, Su Zhe, am heartless and ruthless. This is my home, get out!"

*

Su Lu arrived home and was nearly moved to tears by the delicious scent as soon as she stepped through the door.

"Oh my god, oh my god. There’s actually the aroma of a bakery in my house!" Su Lu hurriedly kicked off her shoes and rushed inside.

There she saw Zhao Xiaole seated at the dining table kicking his little legs back and forth, one hand holding a toasted sandwich, eating it deliciously, and the other holding hot milk with an egg mixed in, drinking it sweetly. His lips were smeared with tomato sauce, and there was a white milky mustache around his mouth.

Su Lu laughed, "Look at you eating like a messy cat!"

Zhao Xiaole spoke with his mouth full, "It’s so good! Mommy! Auntie’s baked bread is so tasty! I love auntie!"

"Isn’t your love a bit too cheap?" Su Lu said helplessly. noveldrama

Jing Qiao laughed as she walked out of the kitchen, "Sister-in-law, you’re back? I saw Xiaole woke up, so I was afraid he’d be hungry. I let him start eating, I’ll bring yours over now."

"Yeah, thank you," Su Lu rubbed her hands together, her stomach already singing the tune of emptiness.

She was moved from the very first bite.

Though it wasn’t a flavor that couldn’t be found outside, the fact that it was made at home, with their own ingredients and tools, gave it a special taste.

Su Lu turned to look at Jing Qiao, "Xiao Qiao, do you want to start a bakery? I’ll invest... I’ll have your brother invest in you."

Jing Qiao smiled, without saying a word.

She was wealthy, very wealthy, and both her older and younger brothers were generous to her.

Or rather, these two brothers were actually quite dull in that regard.

Not knowing how to properly care for their sister who had suffered so much, they could only offer her money, lots of money, hoping she could buy whatever she wanted.

But actually, Jing Qiao wanted nothing.

Those who have truly suffered tend to have minimal material desires, and the things they yearn for tend to become exceptionally simple.

All she wanted was a quiet, plain life and to live simply.

No ambitions, no expectations, no ideals, dreams, or wishes.

She couldn’t see the future, nor did she have any expectations.

Just to live a bland life was fine.

Jing Qiao said, "If you like it, I can make other flavors for you."

Somehow, even though Jing Qiao didn’t respond to her initial proposal, Su Lu could feel her inner thoughts.

So after a brief silence, Su Lu murmured, "Sometimes, having something to do can keep you from getting lost in thought and feeling aimless and bored. At least that’s how I got through my most difficult time five years ago."

Jing Qiao understood her kindness and also understood the meaning behind her words.

She looked up at Su Lu, fell silent for a moment, and asked, "What did you do back then?"

Su Lu smiled and replied, "I painted, I opened a gallery. I didn’t make much money, but it did okay, and it was something I enjoyed doing."

Zhao Xiaole piped up from the side, "My mom’s painting skills are incredible! She paints so well! So, so well! Just amazing!"

As Zhao Xiaole spoke, his hands spread wide, arms open, as if only such a gesture could properly convey how good his mom’s painting skills were.

Jing Qiao’s lips curved into a smile, "Is that so."

After thinking for a moment, Su Lu looked at Jing Qiao, "Or maybe... you want to go back to dancing? If I remember correctly, you used to do ballet, right?"

The smile on Jing Qiao’s face stiffened for an instant, then she gave a slight nod, "Yes, I used to."

Then she gently shook her head, "But, I can’t go back to that."

"Why not?" Su Lu asked, puzzled.

Hearing Su Lu’s question, Jing Qiao’s fingers slightly curled and then stretched, feeling the leg that had long since healed throbbing faintly under the table.

Jing Qiao looked into Su Lu’s eyes, her lips pressed lightly together and in a low voice, said, "Because my leg has four internal fixation plates and twenty screws in it."

Su Lu was taken aback and instinctively looked down.

Zhao Xiaole, not understanding the significance of this or how severe it was, found it fascinating, "Doesn’t that make you like Iron Man or Wolverine?"

Jing Qiao let out a soft laugh and whispered mysteriously to Zhao Xiaole, "Yeah, I set off alarms at security checks."

Then she turned to Su Lu, "Sister-in-law, I can’t dance anymore, and I think making bread every day would be tiring, so I’m fine just being idle like this."