Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 407: Chapter 407

"No worries." Bo Jingshen sat up and stretched out his arms to embrace her. "I’m not feeling wronged."

"What do you mean you’re not feeling wronged?" Su Lu frowned, enduring the pain as he lifted her up, not understanding what he meant, and asked him.

Bo Jingshen looked into her eyes. "I don’t feel wronged sleeping on the couch."

"..." Su Lu was almost at a loss for words, who had agreed to let him sleep on the couch? noveldrama

Su Lu tried to sit up but felt it wasn’t right, then lay down again to take a break. Seeing her like this, Bo Jingshen felt a bit guilty and began to massage her.

"It’s my fault." Bo Jingshen said in a low voice, "I didn’t think you were so fragile."

Su Lu glanced at him sideways. "If I had been hardened by numerous battles over these years, you’d be the one crying."

Bo Jingshen fell silent; the mere thought was already depressing him.

So he kissed Su Lu firmly. "I’d go insane."

Su Lu pointed at his hand and said, "Keep going."

"Oh sure." Bo Jingshen immediately responded with a grin, extremely attentive. "Boss, how do you feel about the pressure now?"

"Lighter." Su Lu said, holding back a smile.

"As you wish." Bo Jingshen lightened his touch and continued massaging her for a while.

Su Lu finally seemed to regain some energy and gradually relaxed. She then pulled over a bath towel to wrap around herself and sat up.

"My clothes!" She suddenly realized that her clothes seemed to have been thoroughly demolished.

Under Bo Jingshen’s hands, they had turned into a pile of unblinkingly deceased rags, still lying on the bathroom floor.

Seeing her mood plummet, Bo Jingshen quickly hugged her from behind, his ear next to her neck. "I was wrong, sorry, sorry, sorry! I deserve to die."

Su Lu was resigned, giving him a disdainful side glance.

"Wear mine." Bo Jingshen suggested.

"As a dress?" Su Lu looked at her thin arms and legs. "I’m so skinny now, wearing your clothes would look absurd."

"You realize you’re skinny, huh." Bo Jingshen pinched her slender wrist lightly. "You could be blown away by the wind."

"I can’t help it, I couldn’t gain weight before, and it’s even harder now with my health." Su Lu didn’t mind; she wasn’t using these words to garner sympathy or pity, she was just stating the facts.

"Su Xiaolu." Bo Jingshen’s chin rested on her shoulder, hugging her from behind.

Su Lu’s back leaned against his chest, feeling warm.

"Hmm?" Su Lu made an inquiring sound. She was still sleepy, but she was trying to stay awake to later return and accompany her son.

"I was thinking..." Bo Jingshen carefully chose his words, slowly starting, "as you have seen, the house... is quite spacious. If you and your son were to live here, I... wouldn’t need to sleep on the sofa, and I could... take care of you both."

Oh, so that was his purpose. Big bad wolf.

"I can afford a big house myself," Su Lu said.

"I know!" Bo Jingshen quickly responded, "Of course, I know, but if you buy a new one now, it will take time to decorate and air out. Plus, you only spend your son’s summer vacation in Feng City. My residential complex here has better property management and more amenities."

Su Lu knew his words made sense.

And she indeed felt that the facilities of that neighborhood were not adequate.

She glanced at the house, "But this... Syrian-style decor, it’s so cold and barren..."

Rather than being disdainful, Su Lu was more concerned that Bo Jingshen would live in such a place. As she had previously thought, she felt that living in such an environment could make a person feel a lack of happiness.

But if Su Lu told Bo Jingshen what she was thinking at the moment, he would definitely tell her, no, not at all. As long as she and their son were by his side, even living under a bridge would fill him with happiness.

However, at the moment, Bo Jingshen did not know what Su Lu was thinking. After hearing Su Lu’s words, he did indeed feel that his house, which he usually didn’t care about and reckoned was fine as long as it had a bed and a bathroom, might not be enough now.

"If you agree..." Bo Jingshen pecked her face, "I’ll get it sorted in the next couple of days."

Su Lu neither nodded nor shook her head and coquettishly said, "Let’s talk once it’s done."

She put on Bo Jingshen’s clothes, a basic T-shirt that, worn on her, turned into a boyfriend-style dress.

That wasn’t really the issue, nor was it uncommon to wear clothes like that. The problem was...

"I really want to hit you, Bo Jingshen," Su Lu stood in front of the mirror, her face darkened. She slightly turned her face, looking at the kiss mark on the side of her neck and the mottled marks on her clavicle.

Bo Jingshen coughed lightly. "I was just... a bit impulsive after drinking..." he whispered.

Su Lu stared at him, "If Zhao Xiaole sees this, you explain it to him yourself. He will definitely think you hit me."

"I..." Bo Jingshen sighed in disappointment, "I understand."

How was he supposed to explain to a five-year-old that these marks, which looked like bruises, were not caused by being hit? It was truly headache-inducing.

Su Lu drove the car. Originally, Bo Jingshen wanted to drive because he was worried about her legs being sore—she had felt weak just standing up earlier.

But Su Lu wouldn’t agree, no matter what Bo Jingshen said.

Then she grabbed Bo Jingshen’s hand and said earnestly, "We might still be in a state of drunk driving, even if there’s only a slight chance, we shouldn’t risk it. ’Don’t drink and drive, don’t drive and drink,’ even Zhao Xiaole knows this."

Bo Jingshen: "..."

Su Lu: "Ever since we had Xiaole, I’ve become very cautious, not daring to be reckless, not daring to take any risks."

If Bo Jingshen hadn’t taken her previous words seriously, this statement made him take them to heart, and obediently, he put the car keys in Su Lu’s hand.

"It’s just that I worry about you," Bo Jingshen said. "I’ll never drink again."

They drove all the way back. Jing Qiao and Zhao Xiaole had already fallen asleep, but Jing Qiao probably was a light sleeper, barely deep, as Su Lu and Bo Jingshen had just entered the door and were changing shoes.

Jing Qiao walked out of the bedroom, "Sister-in-law? Brother? How come..."

She wanted to ask why they were so late, but she sharply noticed the marks on Su Lu’s neck, pressed her lips together, and asked no further.

Jing Qiao changed the subject, "We came back at nine, gave Xiaole warm milk, bathed him, brushed his teeth, and after the bedtime story, he went to sleep. Don’t worry, sister-in-law."

Su Lu nodded, "Thank you so much."

Jing Qiao smiled, "No need to be so formal." She turned to Bo Jingshen and said, "I was going to ask if you were okay after drinking, but it seems I don’t need to ask now."