Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 404: Chapter 404

What kind of person would deliberately slow their pace to ensure steady footsteps?

Either a cripple or someone who has had too much to drink.

Su Lu couldn’t help but glance back at Shen Xun.

Holding a small porcelain cup, Shen Xun sipped slowly. Noticing Su Lu’s look, he quirked up a corner of his mouth and smiled, "What? Feeling sorry for me?"

Embarrassed to express her concern in front of her brother, Su Lu could only sigh and said, "I’ll go check."

She got up and left the private room.

Yida poured Shen Xun another drink and said, "She does realize she can’t go into the men’s restroom, right?"

Shen Xun just smiled and drained his cup.

"Hey, why don’t you call Su Zhe out? Doesn’t he like this liquor? Wu Hui only has this much left, brought it all here, once it’s gone, it’s gone," Yida said.

Wu Hui’s homemade liquor was good, but he never sold it commercially; it was just for family consumption and for sharing with friends, in limited quantities that once finished, would be no more.

Having heard this, Shen Xun merely shook his head slightly, "He’s not available."

There was no telling sign on his face; adults are often very good at concealing their emotions.

Yet, in other details, emotions can unintentionally be revealed.

For instance, Shen Xun’s expression and tone gave nothing away.

But whereas he had been slowly enjoying his drink from a small cup before, now he was silently downing drinks from a large cup, gulping them down.

Su Lu walked along the corridor to the end before realizing, "Ah, right, anxiety has clouded my judgment."

How could she enter the men’s restroom?!

She was about to look for someone to help her check when she reached the end of the corridor and noticed that both restrooms were individual restrooms, unisex. noveldrama

The door of one was open, the other closed. Su Lu walked up and knocked.

"Bo Jingshen? Bo Jingshen, are you okay? Is everything alright?"

Su Lu had faintly heard some noise from inside, but as she approached the door, the noise had stopped.

Su Lu’s brow furrowed, "Bo Jingshen, are you okay? Answer me."

There was no response from the inside, which only heightened Su Lu’s concern, "If you don’t say anything, I’m going to have a waiter come and open the door!"

Su Lu was worried that he might have passed out inside.

But just as she said this, a hoarse, gentle male voice came from inside, "I’m... okay. You go back... to the private room and wait for me, I’ll be... uh..."

Then, Su Lu heard a heart-wrenching sound of vomiting from within.

Her brow tightly furrowed until the sound of vomiting subsided, followed by the sound of the toilet flushing.

Su Lu then knocked on the door, "Bo Jingshen, open the door!"

"I really am fine, go back to the private room, I’ll be there in a bit..." His voice was even hoarser from the recent bout of vomiting.

Before he could finish, Su Lu interrupted him.

"Ah Shen, are you going to open the door or not?"

There was a sudden silence from inside, and the next second, with a click, the door opened.

The anticipated unpleasant smell never appeared, only the strong scent of red wine. It seemed Bo Jingshen hadn’t had time to eat any food and had just filled his stomach with red wine, which he then promptly vomited out before it could be digested.

Bo Jingshen stood very straight, as if there were no issues at all, but he was holding the edge of the washbasin on the sink with one hand, white-knuckled from the force.

It was a clear indicator that he wasn’t completely alright.

How could Su Lu fail to see he was pushing himself? She quickly stepped in to support him. "How are you doing? Are you okay? Feeling better?"

"I’m fine, good," he said, softly touching Su Lu’s face. "Don’t worry."

"How can I not worry? You were just throwing up violently!"

"Feeling much better after throwing up," Bo Jingshen smiled with a wry twist of his lips.

His breath still carried the freshness of mint, clearly showing his considerateness. Su Lu saw an opened packet of mouthwash strips on the washbasin.

"I’ll take you back," said Su Lu, reaching out to loop her arm through his, as if scared he couldn’t walk steadily.

"It’s not that serious, I’ve drunk all kinds of alcohol before," Bo Jingshen seemed quite content to be supported by her like this but, of course, didn’t want to put all his weight on her.

His words were true. When he started his career, he’d also had to drink as part of business socializing. His tolerance had been built in the same way, and his stomach had suffered for it.

This wasn’t a typical affliction of CEOs. After all, if you were a CEO inheriting billions, no need for booze-fueled networking, with a nutritionist planning your diet daily, you wouldn’t have stomach issues.

Only self-made men like him had to deal with such severe gastric issues.

Bo Jingshen chuckled, leaning close to her ear. "Don’t forget, when it comes to drinking, you’re still my defeated opponent."

Su Lu recalled that time at Yunding when she’d been his defeated opponent, when he’d pinned her down in the restroom to...

Her ears involuntarily grew hot, but she wouldn’t give him the chance to spout more nonsense. Supporting him, she started walking out. "No more nonsense. They’re all my brother’s comrades-in-arms. If you return to the box, they are likely to challenge you to drink more."

"I’ll take you back first," Su Lu helped him out of the restroom.

Bo Jingshen frowned and asked, "Where’s Xiao Le?"

It wasn’t that he was so drunk he was confused—he wouldn’t forget his son, even in a drunken haze.

It was Su Lu who seemed very reassured. "Isn’t Jing Qiao taking care of him? Besides, my brother and his buddies are there too. It’s perfectly safe. My brother adores Xiao Le, he’ll be looked after very well."

Hearing this, Bo Jingshen was a little reassured. "Well... okay then."

Su Lu, who hadn’t touched a drop, was driving Bo Jingshen away from the restaurant.

His place wasn’t too far from here, a mere fifteen-minute drive. Although Bo Jingshen had thrown up earlier, it was clear he hadn’t completely emptied his stomach. Gradually the alcohol took effect on the road, and he grew drowsy against the car window, closing his eyes as if he was asleep.

The car’s air seemed to be permeated with his scent, a distinct mixture of red wine and mint-flavored mouthwash.

It wasn’t particularly fragrant, but it wasn’t unpleasant either, it was quite unique.

Su Lu followed the navigation and drove the car into the residential area, parking in front of a small western-style house.

This was Bo Jingshen’s residence. It looked quite spacious, with a considerable yard, but it was... pretty barren. He hadn’t planted any flowers or grass, and the swimming pool lay abandoned.

She helped him out of the car and walked up to the front door.

"We’re here, open the door," Su Lu said to him, thinking Bo Jingshen should still be somewhat lucid.

But then she heard his muffled mutter, which sounded a bit... whiny?

This plaintive tone sounded like the drunken ramblings of someone who had too much.

"Why would you ask me about such things! Do you underestimate your importance to me... in my heart? No need to ask... the password is obviously your birthday!"