Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 415: Chapter 415

"You and Jiang Su talked for so long..." Su Lu struggled to say, "and you only talked about getting a limited-edition doll for your son?"

"Oh, that’s not the only thing," Bo Jingshen said, "but I think it’s quite important."

Even Su Lu felt... noveldrama

With a touch of helplessness, Su Lu said, "Ah Li and I complained that you prefer love over friends, and it wasn’t without reason."

Bo Jingshen raised an eyebrow, "When have I ever?" he paused, then smiled, "I wasn’t preferring love over friends just now, I was clearly preferring my son over my friends."

"Don’t be ridiculous," Su Lu glared at him. "I don’t believe you really didn’t talk to Jiang Su about Ah Li."

"Of course, I did," Bo Jingshen’s smile faded, "I just didn’t think it was that important."

The car stopped at the red light, and Su Lu turned to look at Bo Jingshen, seemingly surprised by his comment.

Noticing Su Lu’s gaze, Bo Jingshen stared back at her, "Isn’t it true?"

If Su Lu hadn’t understood his meaning at first, now, looking into those deep and gentle eyes, she silently and intuitively grasped what Bo Jingshen meant.

Indeed, to outsiders, how significant were their words?

In matters of the heart, it all comes down to the two people involved, cold or warm, only they know.

Bo Jingshen and Su Lu, with their own intimate experiences, understood this better.

What outsiders said was of no use.

From their perspective, it’s always that he owes you a bit more; if you’re still with him, you’re losing out, you’re foolish, you’ve no pride.

Or it’s that you owe him so much, how could he possibly forgive you? Why humiliate yourself further? Better to forget each other and restore dignity for both sides.

But for the two who genuinely can’t let go of each other, true love doesn’t count each tiny gain or loss in the process.

The only thing that matters is the outcome.

And there’s only one correct answer—that is, to be together.

Any other answer seems wrong, even if it fulfills others’ perceptions of ’successful,’ ’spirited,’ or ’prideful.’ You may earn others’ praise, but inside you’ll still feel a barren void.

"As long as you understand," Bo Jingshen said, looking into Su Lu’s eyes. He knew she understood, so he added, "Anyway, we just need to watch."

The two of them returned to Su Lu’s house.

It’s worth mentioning that Bo Jingshen didn’t leave.

He showed not the slightest bit of embarrassment and just insisted on staying.

His reason was quite bold: wherever my wife and child are, that’s where I am.

And if he needed an even more compelling reason, it would be: my sister can live here, why can’t I?

"Can’t you have a bit of shame?!" Su Zhe stood in the vestibule with a cold expression, looking somewhat worn out and visibly thinner.

Su Zhe, of course, didn’t have much fondness for Bo Jingshen, but nor did he have much dislike. His pure irritation stemmed from his own poor state of mind and the thought that if it weren’t for Bo Jingshen stealing his sister’s heart, Qiao Li might have been able to see through the clouds to the bright moon and wouldn’t be in a bad mood, which wouldn’t cause Su Zhe to feel sorry for his friend, prompting him to send him traveling to clear his mind.

Qiao Li could keep working, and Su Zhe could relax.

It wasn’t really logical, but if you argued forcefully enough, it seemed to make sense.

Bo Jingshen certainly wouldn’t bicker with Su Zhe, just as he wouldn’t lose his temper with Shen Xun.

Though Shen Xun did beat him up pretty badly at first, if one were really to say, Bo Jingshen felt that Su Zhe was more out of line. Shen Xun only beat him up, but Su Lu introduced Qiao Li to Su Lu.

Bo Jingshen would rather take a hundred beatings than have a Qiao Li...

In short, as long as Bo Jingshen had his wife and child, he had everything he needed. His temper was so good it was almost ridiculous. Hearing Su Zhe’s words, he didn’t get angry at all and said, "Big brother-in-law, I’ve got Xiaolu and my son now. What need do I have for face?"

"You!" Su Zhe was left speechless by that remark.

Off to the side, Su Lu coughed lightly, wanting to laugh but feeling it wasn’t quite appropriate, so she discreetly turned her gaze away.

Zhao Xiaole, hugging his aunt’s neck, his little head couldn’t understand why his uncle was angry, and he quietly asked Jing Qiao, "Why is my uncle angry?"

Jing Qiao understood, of course, but it wasn’t something to discuss with a child, so she simply shook her head.

Zhao Xiaole then looked at Su Zhe with righteous indignation and said, "Uncle, saying bad words is not right. You should apologise one hundred times!"

Su Zhe: "..."

He pursed his lips lightly, then silently walked to the side, muttering a string of soft "sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry."

There was no helping it, Zhao Xiaole was the biggest authority at home.

Especially when it came to being a role model for the child’s education, it really couldn’t be neglected.

After apologizing a hundred times, Su Zhe spoke softly to Zhao Xiaole, "Uncle was wrong."

Then, Su Zhe finally turned to Su Lu, "Come here and explain to me, what’s the deal? Your tiny house, it’s barely enough for you and Xiao Le, plus Jing Qiao, and now there’s that guy. You might as well stick a bed in the bathroom."

Su Lu: "..."

There was just no comeback.

Her house was indeed not big enough, it was too cramped.

Bo Jingshen didn’t want to leave, what could she do? She also couldn’t bear to make him leave, plus his pitiful look, like a big dog with those pleading eyes, scratching at your heart, it was impossible to refuse.

"He... his house is being renovated, and he’s got nowhere to live," Su Lu said in a low voice, knowing the excuse was far from sufficient.

"I can book him a room. I have permanent reservations at the Boy Hotel..." Su Zhe said, grinning, "Huh... President Bo, isn’t Boy Hotel yours?"

Bo Jingshen: "..." If I were willing to stay at the hotel, would I be shamelessly clinging on here?

Of course, Bo Jingshen’s inner snark couldn’t be known to Su Zhe, and it wasn’t like he was going to argue with the big brother-in-law, so he just put on a Mona Lisa smile.

After all, he firmly believed that no matter what, Su Zhe wouldn’t beat him in front of his son, and even when it came to scolding, he couldn’t use bad language, so it was all rather harmless.

Bo Jingshen felt quite immune to scalding.

Watching Bo Jingshen’s ’nothing can scald me’ attitude, Su Lu felt her brother might just die of anger.

So she reached out and tugged on Bo Jingshen’s sleeve, "How about taking Xiao Le inside to watch the show? ’Charge, My Darling’ is about to start."

"Oh, oh, oh! Charge!" Zhao Xiaole loved this program and immediately became excited.

Bo Jingshen hummed in agreement, took over Zhao Xiaole, and walked inside.

Su Lu looked at Su Zhe’s thinner face, his chin sharper from weight loss, and sighed softly, "Bo Jingshen got a lot of good tea from Jiang Su; brother, I’ll make you some tea to drink, don’t be mad. You’ve lost a lot of weight, your chin’s gotten sharper."

Su Zhe glanced at Su Lu, his expression betraying a touch of discomfort as if he felt his demeanor was seen through and called out, and he pressed his lips together, "I haven’t lost weight, my chin has always been sharp."