Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 179: Talking About What?

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Talking About What?

"Hmph," Su Zhe snorted coldly, "Ignore him, let’s go."

Su Zhe opened the car door and reached out to help Su Lu up from the wheelchair.

Then he heard Cheng Youran beside him say, "Is he really planning to come over?!"

Su Lu, who had been ready to be helped up by Su Zhe, paused upon hearing this and turned her gaze towards the man across the street.

He truly had no reservations, walking over as if he didn’t care how many people were around her to protect her.

Cheng Youran was so angry that his teeth itched, and he couldn’t help but roll up his sleeves, "I really want to beat him up!"

Shen Xun’s fists clenched tightly, ready to dash over and drag Bo Jingshen to a spot across the road where Qianqian couldn’t see, and beat him up again!

But he was subtly pulled back by a hand from his mother standing behind Su Lu, stopping him.

Shen Xun looked at his mother and saw Zhao Ying’s disapproving gaze.

Shen Xun’s jaws clenched tight and his cheeks tensed as he met his mother’s gaze. Eventually, he restrained his impulse and stood still.

So, under their unfriendly gazes, Bo Jingshen approached.

He didn’t hesitate because of the many people around Su Lu, nor did he pause, but walked straight towards her.

"Su Lu," Bo Jingshen called her name.

What a raspy voice it was.

Almost inaudible, just a rasp of breath left, as if his throat had been scorched by fire.

Su Lu remained silent, just silently watching him.

Close up, he looked completely different from how he appeared across the street.

From across the street, he just seemed thin.

Now, up close, he was terribly emaciated, who knows how a person could grow so thin in such a short time.

There were two fresh cuts on his jawline, likely from shaving absentmindedly.

Dark circles under his eyes, his sclerae threaded with blood vessels.

This appearance, it couldn’t just be described as disheveled...

Despondent, defeated... those words seemed more fitting.

And...

Su Lu couldn’t help staring at his hair.

His hair was not just a bit longer.

His hair...

Su Lu noticed the gray that was not very noticeable at first, but impossible to ignore when seen.

His hair... had actually gone somewhat white.

"Su Lu," Bo Jingshen called her again.

"Let’s talk," he said.

"Talk my ass," Cheng Youran spoke rudely, unable to remain polite anymore, "What’s there to talk about with you? You’ve hurt her like this, aren’t you satisfied yet? How much more do you want to hurt her before you’re satisfied? What sin did Xiaolu commit to deserve meeting you? For your sake, she’s been injured all over, twice!"

Cheng Youran didn’t hear any rebuttal from Bo Jingshen, nor any words from him.

It was as if he completely ignored her, as if whatever she said couldn’t hurt him at all.

But Cheng Youran carefully considered and felt that it wasn’t the case, since after he had spoken, although Bo Jingshen’s expression hadn’t changed much and he hadn’t retorted in any way.

However, his breathing had obviously become heavier.

"Five years ago, she decided to break with her despicable father for you, and she was beaten to the point of nearly losing her limbs. Five years later, for you again, she almost died on the operating table during an ectopic pregnancy surgery. Bo Jingshen, can’t you just let her go? Must you bring disaster solely upon her? Why not bring disaster upon someone else? What about your fiancée? Can’t you harm her?"

As Cheng Youran spoke these words, the blood vessels in Bo Jingshen’s eyes seemed to multiply.

His breathing was heavy, his eyes bloodshot as if he were a wild beast trapped in a corner.

And similarly gasping heavily, weighed down by emotions, were Shen Xun—who was almost unable to restrain his inner ferocity—and Zhao Ying standing behind Su Lu, her hands clutching the wheelchair handle as if she despised not being able to twist it apart.

Cheng Youran’s words were like sharp spikes, making Bo Jingshen’s eyes turn a deeper red.

But he still said, "I need to talk with Su Lu," Bo Jingshen’s bloodshot eyes glaring at Cheng Youran as if a carnivore eyeing a herbivore, "not with you."

"You!" Cheng Youran was furious.

Bo Jingshen looked at Su Lu, his voice was hoarse to the point of being almost inaudible, only breath sounds remained, yet from these breath sounds, a sense of urgency and tenderness could still be discerned, "Su Xiaolu, let’s talk."

Su Lu pursed her lips lightly, not avoiding Bo Jingshen’s gaze.

She took a deep breath.

Cheng Youran grew anxious and whispered, "Don’t agree to him! God knows what kind of nonsense he’ll fill your head with! You’ve never been immune to his influence; it was the same five years ago and it’s still the same now. What if he..."

Cheng Youran held Su Lu’s hand, and Su Lu gently patted the back of her hand, reassuring her, "It’s okay."

"You..." Cheng Youran was simply beside himself.

Su Lu had already turned her eyes towards Bo Jingshen and nodded, "Okay."

She looked aside, "Let’s talk over there. We really should have a talk."

A glimmer of light seemed to emerge in those bloodshot eyes.

"Okay, I’ll push you," Bo Jingshen said, intending to reach for the wheelchair from Zhao Ying’s hands.

But upon seeing his extended hand, Zhao Ying showed no intention of letting go of the wheelchair.

Zhao Ying said, "Xiao Su, I’ll push you over."

"Okay," Su Lu nodded calmly.

Zhao Ying pushed Su Lu to the side.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhao, you can go do your things now; there’s no need to worry about me here," Su Lu said.

Zhao Ying, noncommittal, merely gazed intently at Bo Jingshen. Since she was standing behind Su Lu, Su Lu couldn’t see her expression—and naturally, she also missed Zhao Ying’s suddenly piercing, sharp gaze, completely unlike that of a mere caretaker.

"Miss Su isn’t well, so please keep it brief," Zhao Ying told Bo Jingshen.

Bo Jingshen frowned, not yet reflecting on why a caretaker would possess such a penetrating gaze when Zhao Ying had already finished talking and turned to leave.

"Let’s talk," Su Lu said, looking at Bo Jingshen, "Bo Jingshen, what do you want to discuss?"

"Xiaolu, I..." Bo Jingshen, seeing her calm, tranquil eyes, suddenly felt a void in his heart, and his initial words abruptly stopped.

Su Lu quietly watched him; after waiting a few seconds without him continuing, she said, "What do you want to talk about? If it’s about the child, then there’s no need to discuss it anymore; the baby is no longer here."

Bo Jingshen: "Why... didn’t you tell me?"

Su Lu was taken aback, then, she chuckled.

"How could I tell you?" Su Lu chuckled, "Your phone, only mine couldn’t get through. I wanted to meet you in person to talk, I didn’t know it was an ectopic pregnancy, so I took it as good news. I dressed up and planned to tell you this good news during your company’s opening banquet, celebrating twin blessings."

Su Lu thought, she really had a deep resentment.

She chuckled, "Indeed, it was a celebration of twin blessings for you: a successful opening and a beauty by your side. A beautiful bride on a beautiful day."