Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 113: Business Boasting

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Business Boasting

It was probably because of hormonal influences, coupled with the fact that she already had issues on her mind, that Su Lu’s emotions were not very stable.

But as quickly as they came, they also left. Initially, her chest heaved with emotional upheaval after hearing Gu Xin mention that Yaxi had warned him to bring her gifts and take her out to eat.

It seemed her mood had improved a bit.

"Is that okay?" Gu Xin carefully observed Su Lu’s expression as he spoke. Truth be told, Su Lu throwing a fit made him feel even more nervous than when Yaxi did.

Mainly because Su Lu was usually too good-natured.

Such people make others feel as if they’re the epitome of meekness; if they don’t explode in silence, they just perish in it.

And when they did explode, the destructive power was significantly greater.

"Is that okay?" Su Lu finally nodded.

Gu Xin obviously sighed with relief, "Phew."

"Why so nervous? I’m not going to do anything to you," Su Lu said, hearing his sigh of relief.

Gu Xin shook his head, "You don’t understand. You’ve always been too good-tempered, too easy-going."

"Hmm?" Su Lu blinked. She didn’t consider herself to be good-tempered; she just set a high threshold for anger—it wasn’t worth getting mad or excited over just anything.

"So, when you get angry, it feels particularly terrifying, almost like a nuclear bomb going off," Gu Xin said, feeling as though he had sweated on his forehead despite being in an air-conditioned car.

"It’s not that exaggerated," Su Lu responded somewhat helplessly.

Gu Xin stared at her intently, speaking seriously, "If someone truly angers you one day, it must be a terrifying ordeal."

Su Lu smiled faintly, looking down.

Gu Xin drove to a rather upscale restaurant in Feng City. While it might not be the top one or two, it definitely boasted a longstanding reputation and had never been hasty in its years of business. Thus, tourists often liked to come here to ’pay homage’ and taste authentic Feng City cuisine, and locals enjoyed patronizing it as well.

Su Lu also liked to frequent this place; however, they didn’t accept reservations. No matter how wealthy, one couldn’t book in advance. Whether one could get a private room depended on the number of diners and luck.

If there weren’t enough people, a private room was definitely out of the question, and if all were occupied upon arrival, then there wouldn’t be any.

Usually, one wouldn’t be so lucky.

Sure enough, they were seated in a booth in the main hall.

Both Su Lu and Gu Xin, being natives, were well aware of the restaurant’s rules and naturally had no objections.

After sitting down, it was time to order food and tea.

The two chatted intermittently, discussing the amusing stories of Gu Xin and Yaxi traveling abroad and some current situations in Feng City, as well as the collaboration projects between their families.

Su Lu also brought up the e-sports project she was working on with Jiang Li.

It must be said, while she and Gu Xin might not make a good married couple, being friends was quite delightful as they got along very well.

At least, that’s what Gu Xin thought, but he was also aware that with Su Lu’s good nature, she could get along with just about anyone if she wanted to.

"你连游戏都不打的,居然去做电竞,也太跨领域了吧." Gu Xin smiled.

Su Lu shrugged his shoulders, "Just giving it a try, what do you think? You think I can’t handle it?"

"That’s not it, I think it’s quite a breakthrough, I believe you can do it." Gu Xin stroked his chin, speaking earnestly, "Or rather, especially you, can handle it. After all, those projects we cooperated with your family were all cross-disciplinary breakthrough challenges, weren’t they?"

Su Lu held his cup with a light smile, "Mr. Gu really has a way with words."

"Mr. Su is being modest, I’m just telling the truth." Gu Xin also laughed.

Just then, a commotion arose at the entrance.

A gracefully dressed middle-aged woman was haughtily scolding the welcoming waitress.

"Why can’t you arrange a private room for us? It’s not like we can’t afford it!"

The waitress maintained a good attitude, patiently explaining, "Madam, I’m sorry, our restaurant does not accept reservations, be it the private rooms or all the seats in the hall; they are first come first served. Currently, the private rooms are all occupied, and we can’t spare one for a while. Therefore, I’ve arranged a booth in the hall for you. Please show some understanding, and also, our booth’s environment is quite decent too. Shall I show you there?"

It must be said, the waitress’s attitude could be described as exemplary, sincere, and polite, without lacking an apology.

After all, being a well-established place with a strong reputation, she must have encountered such customers frequently.

Yet, with just a gentle approach, unless the person is exceptionally difficult, these words would typically prevent any further issues; to push further would be considered rude.

However, this graceful middle-aged woman did not seem like an easy person.

The waitress’s words did not disarm her at all.

She remained aggressively assertive, "I said I want a private room! What’s this story about booths you’re spinning here?! Completely off-topic, it’s ridiculous! And with this level of professional service, you handle guest reception?! Call your manager out!"

The extremely polite and deferential smile on the waitress’s face was almost breaking.

At this moment, a middle-aged man walked up behind the graceful woman. The man, tall and erect, wore a black suit with an emotionless face, no smile at all, and all facial features seemed rigid and severe.

If one word were needed to describe him, it would be starkly ’stern.’

Even his brows had light wrinkles, likely from frequent frowning.

His demeanor and the quality of his clothes suggested he was either rich or noble. His appearance and aura indicated someone habitually serious.

The woman was tough enough to deal with, but the arrival of this middle-aged man made the waitress even more nervous, feeling that the situation could only get more difficult.

"Erm..." The waitress was even ready to compromise and call the manager.

Hearing the man’s voice though, deep and regimented like his persona—serious and rigid,

fortunately, he wasn’t making things difficult, he sternly said, "The booth will be fine, please lead the way."

"Ah... oh, sure! Are you dining? Please follow me." The waitress gestured invitingly.

The middle-aged man remained expressionless, his tone flat, "Dining for five."

"Okay... okay. Please follow me." The waitress led them inside the restaurant and they sat at a booth by the window. Each booth was separated by screens and spaced not too closely, so while it wasn’t as private as the private rooms, it was still sufficiently secluded.

Soon, a beautiful young woman with immaculate makeup and a graceful figure entered the restaurant, looked around, and then headed straight for the table where the stern middle-aged man and the graceful woman were sitting.