Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 425: Chapter 425

These feelings, if experienced by someone else, definitely wouldn’t be understood.

But Su Lu, having been through similar situations, could empathize even more.

As for whether her guess was right, it was hard to say. However, the matter she had President Bo instruct his secretary to follow up on was soon answered.

That evening, the secretary called.

"President Bo, there were no private planes departing from West Suburb Airport today."

President Bo had just finished putting Zhao Xiaole to sleep when he received the call.

Zhao Xiaole went to bed late today; the child liked his aunt, and with Jing Qiao not home, he was a bit moody. Zhao Xiaole was a well-behaved child, not prone to throwing tantrums, but he did become a bit whiny.

Especially clingy to mom and dad.

Just after putting the child to sleep, President Bo received this call from the secretary.

Su Lu had just brought him a cup of hot honey grapefruit tea and handed it to him when she saw him look up.

"What’s the matter?" Su Lu asked.

President Bo hung up and told her, "There were no private planes departing today, it seems you guessed right."

Su Lu raised her eyebrows knowingly and then nodded slightly, "Okay, then I’m relieved."

Since it matched her guess, it proved that Song Boyuan really cared about Jing Qiao and would not hurt her. From what Su Lu had learned, she could infer that although Jing Qiao had been injured before, it wasn’t caused by Song Boyuan, otherwise he wouldn’t regret her inability to dance so much.

As long as Song Boyuan wouldn’t cause any physical harm to Jing Qiao, it brought considerable relief because everything else was a matter of the heart.

Matters of the heart were personal, and what others said didn’t matter. No need to worry needlessly.

Moreover, Su Lu was nestled on the sofa, even using President Bo’s phone to open a shopping app and began searching for boys’ dance shoes.

President Bo leaned over to look, "Boys... dance shoes? Weren’t you just bluffing Song Boyuan earlier? Are you really planning to let Xiao Le learn ballet?"

Su Lu, touching her chin and staring at the variety of dance shoes on the screen, nodded nonchalantly, "Well, I didn’t have a daughter... so I have to fuss over Xiao Le. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with boys learning dance. It even helps with posture and demeanor later on, don’t be biased against it."

Listening to Su Lu, President Bo’s gaze deepened, and his voice grew husky, "I don’t have any gender bias. It’s just..."

Su Lu felt his voice getting lower, like the soft growl of a beast before it pounces.

By the time Su Lu realized the danger, she was already pinned down on the sofa by President Bo.

His hot breath brushed her ear as he continued in a low voice, "...it’s just that we could have another girl, so you won’t always have to hassle Xiao Le."

Su Lu only managed an "ah" before the rest of her words were swallowed by his kiss.

She was only worried about what to do if Xiao Le woke up, making her extremely nervous throughout, which excited President Bo a lot...

By the end, President Bo had a bite mark on his shoulder.

Yet he didn’t feel the pain at all and kissed Su Lu on the face.

She glared at him annoyed, "Are you crazy! What if our son wakes up!"

The man just kept grinning, looking utterly satisfied, "He won’t. He really wants a little sister. He won’t be troublesome at this time."

And that night, President Bo was relegated to sleep on the sofa, while Su Lu went to sleep cuddling their son.

Bo Jingshen didn’t feel dissatisfied at all, despite his tall stature and long legs, he looked somewhat pitifully cramped on the couch but didn’t feel pitiful in the slightest. Instead, he was smiling so wide he almost couldn’t close his mouth.

And he couldn’t sleep, either. He was in a good mood since he couldn’t go in and cuddle with his wife and child.

So, he pulled out his phone and made a call to Jing Su, telling him about Jing Qiao’s situation.

Jing Su was silent for a few seconds, then said gravely, "Song Boyuan must be insane."

"Isn’t that the truth," Bo Jingshen sighed lightly.

After thinking for a moment, Jing Su said, "Anyway, just leave it be for now. I’ll contact the Song Family on my side and see how we can handle this."

"Okay." Bo Jingshen agreed, then thought of another matter. There might be a bit of a... complicated relationship between Jing Su and the Song Family.

Not just the issue with Jing Qiao and Song Boyuan.

Over the years, Jing Su and Xiao Caizi had their ups and downs, but Xiao Caizi had already gotten engaged to Song Boyuan’s younger cousin, Song Jining.

Song Jining was a genuinely nice guy, with a completely different personality from Song Boyuan.

Protected well by his parents, who never got involved in the Song Family’s inheritance disputes, he was never targeted by Song Boyuan, and thus lived peacefully. Song Boyuan was quite nice to his uncle’s family and treated this little cousin well.

After Song Jining returned from studying abroad, Song Boyuan even invested in a private hospital for him.

Bo Jingshen knew about Jing Su’s affair with Xiao Caizi and the engagement, hesitating whether or not to ask about it.

After pondering for a bit, he simply asked, "Have you been... okay recently?"

"Same as always," Jing Su replied, his voice giving nothing away.

Bo Jingshen felt somewhat relieved because he knew that a person like Jing Su, accustomed to keeping up appearances, was usually fine as long as he maintained his demeanor. But if he ever couldn’t hold it together, it would all come crashing down like an avalanche.

Bo Jingshen’s heart hadn’t quite settled yet.

After a while, Jing Su said, "I’m a bit tired, don’t feel like doing this anymore."

Well, okay.

Bo Jingshen realized he had let his guard down too early. Clearly, Xiao Caizi’s engagement had a significant impact on Jing Su.

"Maybe you should... go out for a walk?" Bo Jingshen suggested.

"No interest," Jing Su stated flatly. "I’m very tired."

Bo Jingshen’s internal alarms started to ring, and he didn’t say much else to Jing Su. After ending the call, he quickly sent a message to Jing Ruo, asking her to keep a close eye on her brother’s emotional state. noveldrama

Bo Jingshen lay on the couch in the small living room, on the small, old sofa.

Lying there, he didn’t feel sad or heartbreaking at all; knowing his child and wife were sleeping inside, he still felt rather delighted.

Mainly, thinking about how Jing Su and Jing Qiao were currently in such dire straits.

His own little life was simply delightful, even now as he slept on the couch, unable even to stretch out his legs fully.

With a smile on his lips, Bo Jingshen drifted off to sleep. In the middle of the night, his son woke up, walked barefoot to the couch, and gently patted his face, "Daddy, Daddy."

"Hmm?" Bo Jingshen woke up, his voice still groggy.

Zhao Xiaole reached out to pull him, "Why are you sleeping here? Don’t sleep here, come inside and sleep with me and mommy."