Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 406: Chapter 406

Since he had coveted his own "cabbage," then he was now his own pig.

And he had apologized too, but most importantly, Su Lu had already forgiven him, and Zhao Xiaole liked him.

That was enough. Shen Xun wasn’t likely to be that dissatisfied anymore, so in front of others, he could start to stand up for him a bit, "I once hit him so hard he ended up with gastric bleeding, which shows how bad it was. The pint we just poured down was tough, but we can consider it settling an old score."

Shen Xun said this, glanced over at Zhao Xiaole who was playing on the arcade machine, and lowered his voice to say to Yida and the others, "Don’t let Xiaole find out about the drinking we did to his dad just now, or he might not deal with you guys anymore..."

As Shen Xun got to this point, he shifted his tone, "Even if he ignores you, it’s fine, but if he gets mad at me too, I’d be heartbroken."

Zhao Xiaole sat on the sofa on the other side of the private room. The private restaurant was quite expensive, so the facilities were excellent and the equipment was quite comprehensive. Not only was there a mahjong table and karaoke setup, but also an arcade machine.

At the moment, Jing Qiao and he, each with a controller in hand, were engrossed in a two-player game.

Zhao Xiaole was continuously amazed because Jing Qiao was extremely skilled at gaming.

"Wow! Wow! Auntie, you’re so amazing!"

"Auntie, how are you so good!"

"I’ve never seen anyone better at gaming!"

The little guy’s praises were like a well-rehearsed routine, probably enough to make even the most aloof person bloom with joy.

Although Jing Qiao was naturally quiet, she was also gentle. Showered with praise, she felt a bit shy and whispered, "Your dad is even better at video games than me. I’m his sister, so of course, I can’t let his standard drop. Xiaole, you are really good too. You truly are his son."

Zhao Xiaole blushed with delight from the compliments.

Although it looked like an overly flattering mutual admiration typical of business settings, Jing Qiao was genuinely good at gaming. Just that... it really wasn’t Bo Jingshen who had taught her.

When Bo Jingshen first went to the Jing Family, he was like a porcupine, finding fault with everyone and of course had no interest in getting close to these step-sisters. Also, when he first arrived, Jing Ce trained him as a successor; there was simply no time for him to develop feelings with these sisters.

Later, he went abroad and struggled on his own.

Back in China, Jing Qiao was eventually ’crafted’ by Jing Ce and sold off to the Song Family, marrying Song Boyuan.

By the time Bo Jingshen returned, Jing Qiao had already ’gone insane’ and was sent to the Psychiatric Hospital.

In short, she had neither the time nor the opportunity to game with Bo Jingshen back then. noveldrama

Yet her gaming skills were outstanding; one reason may be attributed to natural talent—people good at gaming often have excellent reflexes. Perhaps Jing Qiao’s reaction time was reminiscent of Bo Jingshen’s.

Secondly... perhaps no one knew that the cold and handsome, grim and obsessive young master of the Beijing Song Family, aside from being solely focused on his career, did not have any other hobbies, not even bad habits.

Song Boyuan had no interest in eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, or smoking—because of the abuse he suffered when he was young, so long as he could feed himself, he had no excessive cravings for good food. He didn’t like to drink, he found prostitution dirty, he found gambling boring for he always won, and he hated the smell of smoke.

Life was extremely dull; the only thing that could be considered a hobby was probably playing video games.

And Jing Qiao had once... played games with him for a long time. With her naturally quick reflexes, she swiftly honed her gaming skills.

"Auntie? Auntie!" Zhao Xiaole saw that the character controlled by Jing Qiao suddenly stopped moving and quickly called out to her.

Jing Qiao snapped out of her distracted state, quickly took control of the game character, and continued to play smoothly.

Her momentary lapse felt like an illusion.

The corners of Jing Qiao’s mouth curled into a faint, bitter smile.

Shen Xun, of course, had no idea, while he was here eating and drinking, and while Yida and the others were still secretly pleased with themselves for having poured drinks down Bo Jingshen’s throat.

Shen Xun’s sister Lulu, whom they all cherished like their own little sister,

was already being thoroughly devoured.

Shen Xun could never have imagined in his wildest dreams that his own innocent, fair-as-snow cabbage was being ravaged by a pig again!

And this pig had clearly drunk so much—yet wasn’t drunk at all!

He had drunk so much, yet he... wasn’t affected?

If Su Lu knew what Shen Xun was thinking at that moment, she would definitely be speechless.

Because, how was this pig not just okay? This pig was incredibly capable!

Anyway, after he had proven his capabilities, Su Lu felt that she probably didn’t need to go home tonight.

After the storm of passion subsided.

She lay in Bo Jingshen’s embrace, sweaty and weak,

her voice somewhat hoarse, "You really are... crazy."

Bo Jingshen pecked her lightly, "I’ve been crazy for a while. Crazy in love with you."

This cheesy romantic line somehow didn’t make Su Lu cringe, but instead, a warmth spread through her heart.

"Do you know you could get a beating from my brother for this?" Su Lu said helplessly but with a laugh, "His comrade got you drunk, and you take advantage of his sister?"

"Did I take advantage of you?" Bo Jingshen asked with narrowed eyes, his voice growing lower, "Did I? Did I?"

Su Lu took a sharp breath in shock and fear, "No, no, no advantage taken, okay?"

She was really afraid of him now, almost like he was a ravenous wolf.

"I need to pick up Xiao Le." Su Lu tried to get up, but then winced and furrowed her brows, "Ah... it hurts."

Her waist didn’t feel like her own anymore, and neither did her legs.

Bo Jingshen was aware that he might have gone a bit overboard.

But how long had he held back, really?

This wolf, suddenly getting a taste of meat, had barely restrained himself from chewing her to bits.

"Maybe... I should pick him up? Or..." Bo Jingshen obviously also worried about his son, but he yearned deeply for these tender moments alone with Su Lu.

"How about we let Jing Qiao take care of him for a night?" Bo Jingshen softly suggested, carefully watching Su Lu’s expression, "We’ll go back first thing in the morning. Jing Qiao should be able to take good care of Xiao Le."

Su Lu didn’t particularly mistrust Jing Qiao, but still...

In fact, every mother experiences separation anxiety, no matter how it seems like they’re driven mad by their children’s constant demands for attention and can’t get a moment’s peace, as if they are irked.

But let them be apart from their child for a day, and they miss them terribly.

At that moment, Su Lu didn’t reject Bo Jingshen’s words, but when she felt a bit better in the middle of the night, she still got up, "No, I have to go back. I miss Xiao Le, I need to go see my son."

Bo Jingshen gently kissed her, "Okay, I’ll go back with you."

Su Lu pinched his nose and pushed him away, "No, just drop me off, my place is tiny, there’s no room fit for you to stay."