Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 115: So It Was He Who Chose the Spot

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: So It Was He Who Chose the Spot

Gu Xin and Chen Yaxi were deeply in love. However, they were currently in different places, and Chen Yaxi was pregnant. Thus, Gu Xin was very focused while chatting on WeChat, occasionally glancing at Su Lu.

He saw Su Lu eating with her head down, her expression hidden because her head was bowed.

Gu Xin couldn’t help but laugh. "Eat slowly; no one is competing with you..."

He didn’t hear Su Lu respond, only saw her nod her head.

Gu Xin didn’t think much of it and continued to look down at his phone, earnestly messaging Chen Yaxi.

Gu Xin didn’t see Su Lu bowing her head as she mechanically stuffed food into her mouth, tears falling into her bowl.

All the food seemed to turn into a bitter taste.

More than once, she detested her sensitive hearing. If it wasn’t for her sharp ears, she wouldn’t have heard so many things, so much malice.

She wouldn’t have heard Su Jiao boasting to Zhu Xinyan after bullying her; she wouldn’t have heard the disgusting tone in Zhu Xinyan and Su Yukan’s voice when they talked about her.

If her hearing wasn’t so sensitive, she wouldn’t hear the noises from the booth next door at this moment.

Even though the people in the next booth were speaking in a volume appropriate for public settings. If her ears weren’t so sharp, she really shouldn’t have been able to hear them, allowing herself to comfort herself that things weren’t this way, that everything was a misunderstanding.

Ignorance is bliss, even if it is deceiving.

Zhou Xiaochu was extremely pleased with Xiao Caizi. This satisfaction was like an obsession, almost as if it came from her own unfulfilled dreams. She had dreamt of marrying into high society for half her life and, now in middle age, had accidentally gotten this opportunity through her son.

She became Jing Ce’s step-wife, but Zhou Xiaochu felt that she had wasted her best years on a long-distance bus driver, squandering it on the endless cycle of mundane daily needs. She believed she should have had a more glamorous youth, just like Xiao Caizi.

Xiao Caizi had everything she envied: a prominent family background, an excellent upbringing, a perfect demeanor, and she was a renowned socialite who received a good education and training, with enough money to support the kind of life most people only dreamed of.

And the dream Zhou Xiaochu had waited half her life to achieve, marrying into high society.

Xiao Caizi only needed to reach the right age, and her family would handle the arrangements. She didn’t need to struggle for it.

Unlike herself, who struggled futilely no matter what, even bearing a son, only to end up with little.

Thus, Zhou Xiaochu’s manner and emotions showed her approval of Xiao Caizi, even tinged with a bit of flattery, quite noticeable.

"Cai Zi, try some of this."

"Hey, you, be a bit more thoughtful, serve some vegetables for Cai Zi!"

"Your father and I are very pleased with Cai Zi; you two should get along well."

"We’ve come all this way; don’t disappoint us."

The middle-aged woman kept nattering on.

Bo Jingshen, however, remained silent the entire time. Jing Ruo sat beside him, feeling the tension, fully aware of how much Zhou Xiaochu’s actions were crossing Bo Jingshen’s boundaries.

Jing Ruo was certainly worried that Bo Jingshen was on the verge of losing his cool and causing a scene right then and there, especially with Jing Ce sitting beside them. Jing Ruo knew all too well that, although his father wasn’t talking much now, and most conversation was being handled by Zhou Xiaochu.

But Jing Ce was the type who was ruthless and not given to much talking.

Therefore, several times, Jing Ruo couldn’t help but glance sideways to observe Bo Jingshen’s expression. When he saw the tightness of his mouth corners, Jing Ruo felt quite anxious, and couldn’t help but reach under the table to lightly tug on his clothing, signaling him to stay calm.

In the end, Bo Jingshen managed not to lose his temper, his cheeks taut, probably biting his back teeth to bear through Zhou Xiaochu’s remarks.

He felt the only thing to be thankful for was that at least Jing Ce didn’t say much.

Otherwise, Bo Jingshen wasn’t even sure if, despite bearing the uninvited presence and Zhou Xiaochu’s selfish prattle, he could still endure Jing Ce’s biting comments.

After all, Jing Ce’s manner of acting and speaking was incisive, a league apart from Zhou Xiaochu.

The meal was excruciating, feeling longer than a lifetime.

Fortunately, Xiao Caizi wasn’t irritating, her responses from beginning to end were appropriate, without making the situation any more troublesome.

But time still made Bo Jingshen feel unbearably dragged out. Noise from the neighboring booth indicated their departure, they had obviously finished their meal, but what about them? Clearly, whether it was Bo Jingshen and Jing Ruo, or Xiao Caizi, they had eaten very little.

Both Bo Jingshen and Jing Ruo probably had their appetites affected by their mood, while Xiao Caizi, likely mindful of maintaining her image, had become accustomed to restraining herself when in the presence of others, eating even less than a bird.

Yet Zhou Xiaochu still showed no signs of wanting to leave.

Bo Jingshen, hearing the neighboring booth’s departure, felt his own endless affair was immensely bothersome.

Yet, when he raised his eyes, he met Jing Ce’s seemingly mocking, indifferent gaze.

At their table, everyone had their own concerns, so hardly any dishes were touched, the only one who seemed to eat with any enthusiasm was Jing Ce.

He casually tasted each dish with apparent interest.

Seeing him enjoy the meal, Zhou Xiaochu eagerly served him more food, "I didn’t realize you liked Feng City cuisine so much, but this place indeed has a great flavor, worthy of its longstanding reputation. No wonder you found this restaurant."

Xiao Caizi showed a timely expression of surprise, her tone appreciative, "So it was Uncle who chose this place? I thought it was Brother Jing Shen or little Jing Ruo who had picked this spot. It seems experience prevails, Uncle truly has a good eye."

Jing Ce, who had been mostly quiet and seemed to look distantly as if his focus was nowhere,

was looking faintly in the direction of the next booth, as if gazing far away.

Hearing this, he simply responded softly, "Yes, having a discerning eye is important for us in the Jing family. If we were to indiscriminately welcome every Tom, Dick, and Harry with no standards or requirements, that definitely wouldn’t do. You are very excellent; the Xiao Family raises daughters well. My eldest is a disappointment, but fortunately, this younger one of mine is also quite a talent. I can finally give the Xiao Family a proper account..."

These words, seemingly casual, were typical of Jing Ce, not particularly provocative, as this was just his way of speaking.

Jing Ruo was aware of this, and so was Bo Jingshen.

Yet, despite understanding this, Bo Jingshen still felt stung by Jing Ce’s words.

What did he mean by every Tom, Dick, and Harry? Who was being referred to?

Bo Jingshen’s mouth curled into a mocking smirk, he, Bo Jingshen, had once been treated like a nobody...