Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 166: Telephone

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Telephone

Shen Xun’s hand trembled as he clutched the identification documents; with his other hand, he covered his eyes. He squatted there, his shoulders shaking violently, emitting a whimpering sound akin to that of a wounded beast, unable to weep properly.

Jing Su reached out a hand, attempting to comfort him. But having never seen Shen Xun like this before, he didn’t know how to offer comfort and stiffly withdrew his hand.

Indeed, they had never seen Shen Xun in such a state, and had never even considered that Shen Xun could be like this.

After all, this was Shen Xun, a hard man among hard men. Among their group, there was no one quite like Shen Xun. Although it might not be said that they lived days of debauchery,

due to their privileged family backgrounds since childhood, they were somewhat softened by indulgence.

Out of people like them, how many were willing to endure the hardships of the military academy?

But Shen Xun was different. He seemed to have never considered any other path and had persevered through all the hardships and exhaustion.

Among their group, there was another who had gone to the military academy just like Shen Xun. And that fellow came from a genuine revolutionary background, with a family going back three generations all dressed in military uniforms.

But none of them had endured like Shen Xun, to graduate from the military academy and then join the high-pressure search and rescue team? Impossible.

That fellow abandoned his military career for a civil one right after graduating from the academy, unable to bear the hardship.

Over the years, Shen Xun had sustained countless injuries, both big and small. Not to speak of shedding tears, he had never so much as furrowed his brow. When they visited him in hospital, they always saw Shen Xun’s face with a gentle and comforting smile.

This iron-hard warrior, who never cried despite bleeding, was now kneeling on the floor of the identification center hall, covering his eyes and shaking his shoulders, unable to weep properly.

It was indeed somewhat unexpected and startling for Jing Su.

The staff members, although casting glances in their direction, had seen all walks of life at the identification center, dealing with various pathological samples and paternity tests.

They were used to seeing every aspect of life; some received pathology results indicating malignant tumors, others learned their tumors were benign. Therefore, they exhibited different reactions of joy or anger.

Some were elated to find out the children were theirs through paternity tests, while others discovered they had unwittingly raised someone else’s child.

Joy and anger were displayed differently.

But seeing such a tall, handsome man weeping silently in the hall did attract quite a bit of attention.

"Axun," Jing Su called out, "this is a joyous occasion, please don’t be like this."

After more than twenty years of searching, there was finally a result; wasn’t it a joyous occasion?

Shen Xun sat there, gradually stopping his sobbing, but his expression and emotions didn’t recover as quickly, so he continued to cover his eyes while sitting for a while.

Then he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, releasing the hand that covered his eyes, "I’m okay now, I’m okay."

His nasal voice was heavy, his eyes red and slightly swollen, with fine droplets of tears clinging to his lashes. But his emotions seemed much calmer.

Jing Su said, "You should tell Aunt Zhao, she’ll definitely be overjoyed."

Shen Xun nodded but, after pondering for a moment, he didn’t take out his phone to share the good news with his mother.

His phone remained in his hand for a moment without dialing, then he stuffed it back into his pocket.

"What’s the matter?" Jing Su asked.

Shen Xun shook his head, "Not in a hurry. Before I tell my mom, there’s something else I need to deal with."

Jing Su was about to speak when his phone rang.

Pulling it out, he saw Bo Jingshen’s name displayed on the screen.

Jing Su glanced at the screen, then at Shen Xun, and thought about Shen Xun’s words, "there’s something else I need to deal with."

And at this moment, Shen Xun’s gaze was deep, staring at the name Bo Jingshen on the screen in an inscrutable way.

Jing Su: "..."

Shen Xun glanced at him, "Why aren’t you answering?"

Jing Su wasn’t the type to make a fuss. Hearing this, he slid his finger across the screen and answered the call.

"Um, it’s me," Jing Su said.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, quiet enough that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Then, a very hoarse and raspy voice came through, "I know it’s because of you she was saved. Thanks, really, I’m deeply grateful."

Bo Jingshen didn’t hide his gratitude; although his voice was rough and hoarse, the thankfulness in his tone and in every syllable was unmistakable.

"There’s no need for thanks," Jing Su said, feeling somewhat helpless inside.

Thinking to himself, if that silly boy Jingshen could see the expression on his elder brother’s face right now...

"Where are you? Still in Feng City?" asked Bo Jingshen.

Jing Su: "What for?"

"Jing Ruo said she missed you and wants to see you," Bo Jingshen stated without any hesitation.

Jing Ruo, who was listening in on the other end, nearly popped her eyes out of their sockets. What the hell? When did she ever say she wanted to see her big brother? She didn’t want to at all!

Although her big brother had been decent to her, if possible, she felt it would be best to keep her distance. Ideally, they would only meet during the holidays, and even better, only need to meet then, but still receive pocket money continuously—now that would be perfect.

In any case, at this moment, Jing Ruo felt like she’d been hit with an out-of-the-blue accusation. She nearly killed Bo Jingshen with her glare, but he ignored her gaze, merely raising an eyebrow and glancing over at Xiao Caizi.

Jing Ruo could guess what Bo Jingshen meant.

Xiao Caizi had been a big help. It was only right to repay the favor with interest to Xiao Caizi.

For example, by allowing them to meet.

But on this end, Jing Su had no idea about any Xiao Caizi, all he knew was that the current Shen Xun was a mix of excited joy and raging fury.

If they were to meet, it wouldn’t be good. Even though Shen Xun seemed to have a mild temper, underneath he was actually quite violent, especially when he was younger, always unable to find his sister! Constantly cycling from hope to disappointment could easily warp a person’s personality.

Shen Xun’s personality had indeed been affected back then, seemingly gentle and harmless on the outside, yet harboring a violent and unruly side deep within.

Now filled with joyous excitement, he thought of his sister, covered in tubes and wires, and her face so pale it was nearly devoid of color.

So when Jing Su didn’t respond, Shen Xun interjected softly, "Agree to it."

Jing Su wanted to refuse after hearing Shen Xun’s words.

But he felt that refusing might lead to an even worse outcome.

So, after a few seconds of silence, he said to Bo Jingshen on the phone, "Alright, you set the place."

"Okay," Bo Jingshen’s rough and dry voice carried a certain deep determination, "Besides, we really should have a proper talk."

Jing Su: "What do you want to talk about?"

Bo Jingshen: "A few years ago, I was dragged into your war; it wasn’t by my choice. I exited early, had no intention, and didn’t have the chance to get involved in your conflicts."

Jing Su raised an eyebrow, catching the implication in his words, "Oh? So what you mean to say is, you’re preparing to get involved now?"