Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 158 Story

Chapter 158: Chapter 158 Story

"I don’t want to!" Su Zhe exclaimed angrily.

Perhaps because of Shen Xun’s earlier words, Su Zhe felt too angry and too uneasy.

Without a second thought, he straightforwardly refused, decisively and firmly!

"I don’t want to hear any stories at all!" Su Zhe thought of Shen Xun’s words just now and became even more furious. He slammed his hand on the table, unable to control his overly agitated movements.

The needle came right out from the vein on the back of his hand. The skin was punctured, and as the IV line pulled the needle out, it drew an arc through the air. Droplets of blood trailed from the needle and dribbled onto the floor.

On the white floor tiles, the trail of crimson blood was jarringly conspicuous.

From the punctured wound on the back of Su Zhe’s hand, blood bubbled out. Beads of blood seeped from the wound, slid down his rugged and slender finger bones to accumulate at his fingertips, then fell drop by drop onto the floor.

Jing Su hadn’t expected Su Zhe to be so emotional. After all, it was just about a sister without any blood relation, and Su Zhe was aware that he and Su Lu were not related by blood, so in Jing Su’s view, shouldn’t this be more acceptable?

Jing Su himself had several half-siblings, but even if something was amiss, Jing Su wouldn’t be this agitated.

The blood-stained elegance of Su Zhe at the moment was indeed unexpected.

Jing Su saw the wound on his hand and immediately reached out with a tissue to press on the injury.

"Calm down," Jing Su said.

Even Shen Xun, who had been rather agitated and fervent before, was taken aback to see Su Zhe so pale, noticing that apart from the scarlet wound on his hand, there was no color in his complexion.

He looked even worse than Su Lu, who had been lying in the hospital bed earlier.

Shen Xun too was caught off guard by Su Zhe’s reaction and said, "You need to calm down."

"Nonsense, all nonsense!" Su Zhe continued as he lightly pounded the table as if to lend more substance and vehemence to his words, "You’re all talking nonsense!"

His actions and the force added more spurts of fresh blood from the wound on his hand.

"Calm down, Mr. Su, please calm down," Shen Xun quickly held down his forearm with skilled motions, one hand pressing on Su Zhe’s forearm and the other on the distal end of his vein to stem the bleeding.

Su Zhe took rapid breaths and heaved heavily twice, but gradually his emotions began to settle.

He reached out and pressed the tissue onto the wound on the back of his hand.

Jing Su went to pour a cup of warm water with a sugar stick in it and placed it in front of Su Zhe, "Drink some water."

"Thank you," voiced Su Zhe gratefully, downing the sugared water to regain composure.

Hearing his breathing steadily returning to normal, Jing Su then said, "If you’ve calmed down a bit and don’t mind discussing this rationally..."

Indeed, Su Zhe had calmed down a lot. Although he still emotionally resisted discussing matters related to Su Lu, he knew rationally that he needed to understand the specifics.

Both people before him seemed reliable, and neither appeared to be the type to fabricate stories.

Su Zhe took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay, start from the beginning."

Jing Su turned to glance at Shen Xun and could tell that Shen Xun’s emotions had also settled quite a bit, probably because Su Zhe had been even more agitated than him, shockingly so.

Shen Xun’s emotions had calmed down rather quickly.

After a moment of silence, as if unsure where to start, Jing Su noticed his constant silence and offered, "Shall I begin?"

Shen Xun pondered for a moment but still shook his head to refuse, "I’ll say it myself."

As Su Zhe observed the serious and solemn expression on Shen Xun’s face, he felt somewhat relieved, at least he could discern the other’s earnest attitude.

Shen Xun thought for a while and decided to start by telling a story, his own story.

So he told a story that was neither too long nor too short.

His name was Shen Xun, thirty-four years old this year, born to a prestigious family, the Shen’s of Beijing. Tracing back the lineage, perhaps there was even a hint of nobility, with deep family roots and a multitude of talents emerging from various industries over generations.

Even when compared to the Jing Family, they were not to be outdone.

The upper echelons of families in Beijing were ranked hierarchically, and the Shen and Jing families both definitely belonged to the top tier.

However, just like any deeply rooted affluent family that strived generation after generation, while producing talents, inevitably, there would also be quite a few scoundrels.

The Shen family was still considered better; at least they adhered to a relatively normal pattern of education and upbringing. In comparison to the Jing Family, which was more like a venomous upbringing environment and model, it was much easier to cultivate high-caliber scoundrels.

Like Jing Ce, who was excellent in many aspects, but had poor character, almost devoid of empathy and the capacity for compassion, unscrupulous in achieving his goals. He might have been successful in his career but was likely to be a failure in other respects, a high-class scoundrel.

The Shen family was in a better state than the Jing’s, said to have an upright family tradition, but it wasn’t without scoundrels.

Regrettably, Shen Xun’s father, Shen Jiming, was one of them, not that he was particularly wasteful, neglectful, or idle. But he was... rather flirtatious.

That kind of flirtation wasn’t vile; it wasn’t Shen Jiming actively seeking out others, rather they came to him of their own volition.

But what Shen Jiming did was honestly quite shameful, essentially following the three unwritten rules: don’t initiate, don’t refuse, don’t take responsibility.

Shen Xun’s mother endured a lot, but for the sake of the children, she just tolerated it.

Although Shen Jiming was flirtatious, he still played his role well at home, how to put it... it’s quite imprecise, but if really pressed, he could even be considered a family man. As a husband, he was far from satisfactory, but as a father, in some respects, he was not bad.

It was for this reason that Shen Xun’s mother kept enduring.

Until that incident happened...

"My sister was lost," Shen Xun spoke in a low voice, and even after so many years, Su Zhe could hear the pain in his voice.

Su Zhe couldn’t help but clench his fists, "How was she lost?"

Shen Xun’s gaze was heavy, the man who could have been called gentle before now had eyes as sharp as knives. Su Zhe realized that this man was not nearly as gentle as he seemed at first.

Shen Xun’s voice was cold as ice, "My fault, it was my fault."

Jing Su couldn’t bear to listen any longer, frowning, he said, "Nonsense, you were just a kid back then."

Shen Xun shook his head, "If it weren’t for my love of play... I should have stayed with Qianqian all the time."

Unable to listen anymore, Jing Su turned to Su Zhe and said, "She was stolen."

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