Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 116 Heartbreak

Chapter 116: Chapter 116 Heartbreak

A meal that left everyone breathless. Jing Ruo couldn’t swallow her food, while Bo Jingshen hardly touched his chopsticks from start to finish.

When he stood up to pay the bill, Jing Ruo almost wanted to argue with him to pay instead—not because she really wanted to pay, but because she desperately wanted to step outside for some air, so as not to continue sitting in this suffocating atmosphere.

However, Bo Jingshen held her back, "You sit here with them for a while, I’ll go pay the bill."

Jing Ruo could only agree with a strained smile.

Jing Ce wasn’t blind to Bo Jingshen’s avoidance, but he had no comments on it, letting Bo Jingshen unabashedly demonstrate his evasive attitude as he went to pay.

Not long after Bo Jingshen left, Jing Ce received a phone call. He glanced at the screen and answered.

"Mmm. Speak."

The voice on the other end was polite and respectful, "Mr. Jing, the person you asked us to follow has left the restaurant. Do you want us to continue the surveillance?"

Jing Ce hummed in response, his tone indifferent, "Keep going."

"Understood. We will report their subsequent movements to you. I won’t disturb you any further. Goodbye," said the person on the line.

Jing Ce hung up the phone.

The phone call was very brief; Jing Ce had only spoken four words, including that "hmm."

But Jing Ruo’s sensitive ears twitched, and a strange, uneasy feeling emerged in her heart as she wondered why these simple four words made her feel anxious.

Indeed, Jing Ce often made her anxious. The way her father conducted himself and his personality sometimes even scared her. As a result, every time she heard Jing Ce speak, Jing Ruo would subconsciously become cautious.

Uncontrollable overthinking. Just like now, Jing Ruo’s mind uncontrollably raced with thoughts, trying to understand why these simple four words triggered her anxiety.

At first, she had no clue, but after careful thought, she realized she had heard Jing Ce speak in such a tone before—detached, nonchalant, calculating, as if he didn’t regard anyone at all.

Jing Ruo remembered, Jing Ce had this attitude usually when dealing with people he did not take seriously. But typically, those he didn’t take seriously weren’t worth his effort to deal with personally.

Therefore, the last time Jing Ruo heard him speak in this tone was when Jing Ce was preparing to deal with those innocent women entangled in love with Bo Jingshen.

Jing Ruo paused, her lips instinctively pressing together tightly without a trace.

After Bo Jingshen had paid the bill, he wasn’t in a hurry to return to the booth; such an environment was suffocating for him.

Jing Ce’s arrival was unexpected, and he brought Zhou Xiaochu and Xiao Caizi with him, which caught Bo Jingshen even more off-guard, leaving him momentarily unsure of the best way to handle the situation.

And Jing Ce’s intention was very straightforward. He had said upon meeting, "I just wanted to see how your company’s opening is going. I’m relieved to see you doing well in business. I regret not being able to attend the opening of your overseas headquarters. I couldn’t miss the domestic branch opening."

For someone like Jing Ce, crafting suave and perfect words was no difficult task. But the more one dealt with a person like Jing Ce, the less one could afford to relax, fearing that one slight lapse could entrap them in some verbal snare.

President Bo stepped outside the restaurant to smoke. He stood beside a pillar at the front, sought shelter from the wind on one side, and stationed himself by a trashcan to light up a cigarette. Before he even ignited it, he heard a voice nearby that seemed somewhat familiar.

"You don’t need to worry, I know everything now. I won’t let Su Lu suffer anymore, alright? I know I shouldn’t have asked her to have dinner with my parents at my place, so here I am planning to take some dishes to go. Stop worrying. You’re the most important to me."

The cigarette hung from President Bo’s lips, his mouth curving into a smile laced with sarcasm.

He recognized the voice—it was Gu Xin’s. And from the content of the conversation, it wasn’t hard to guess who was on the other end of the line.

President Bo was halfway through his cigarette when Gu Xin finally prepared to end the call, "The food I ordered should be packed up by now. I’ll head in to get it, call you later. Make sure you rest well and eat well, be good, I love you."

After ending the call, Gu Xin was startled to see someone behind the pillar, obviously not expecting anyone to be there.

He took a closer look and recognized who it was. Gu Xin’s face revealed a polite smile, "Oh, President Bo, what a coincidence. What brings you here...?"

"Mr. Gu, indeed, what a coincidence. I saw you on the phone just now, so I didn’t want to interrupt," President Bo said, pausing for a moment. His gaze remained cool and indifferent as he continued to watch Gu Xin. "It seems quite clear that Mr. Gu and his wife have a wonderful relationship."

Gu Xin had legally married Chen Yaxi, so his initial thought upon hearing this was that President Bo was commenting on his relationship with Yaxi. He had nothing to deny and was about to nod in agreement when he suddenly realized—no, that wasn’t right.

In the eyes of others, in the eyes of President Bo, his wife was still Su Lu.

Thus, President Bo’s comment carried a rather ironic tone.

A sheepish smile momentarily took over Gu Xin’s face, and without addressing the remark, he maintained his polite demeanor, saying, "It’s... it’s alright. Well, if President Bo has nothing else, I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll leave you be."

President Bo said nothing, simply gesturing for him to go ahead.

Gu Xin hurried away, collecting his packed food inside. His brow was furrowed as he thought about President Bo’s demeanor earlier, finding it oddly troubling. Although Gu Xin had heard something about the relationship between President Bo and Su Lu, he wasn’t completely certain.

However, considering President Bo’s attitude just then, Gu Xin felt it was likely close to the truth.

"Maybe I should ask Xiaolu about it someday..." Gu Xin muttered to himself before he left with his take-out box.

President Bo stood in the corner, watching Gu Xin’s retreating figure. He blew out the last ring of smoke and slowly snuffed out the cigarette butt.

Su Lu had gone home early, unable to stand another moment in that suffocating setting.

Gu Xin offered to take her home but she refused, opting to take a taxi instead.

Halfway through the ride, Su Lu couldn’t help but lift her hands to cover her face. Hot tears spilled forth from her eyes, soaking through her fingers and leaking out.

"Miss, are you alright? Is everything okay?" Noted the driver, who’d observed her pale complexion from the moment she boarded. Seeing her face buried in her palms, her body trembling violently, and considering how thin and frail she seemed, he couldn’t help worrying if she might be ill.

Su Lu shook her head gently, face still covered, her voice heavy with nasal congestion, "No, I’m fine."

Hearing the nasal quality of her voice, the driver realized she was probably okay and let out a gentle sigh, "Girl, you’ve had a heartbreak, haven’t you? There’s plenty of fish in the sea; why pine over just one? You’re young and beautiful; you’ll definitely find someone better. Don’t cry anymore."