Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 188: Asking for Trouble

Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Asking for Trouble

The teammates’ surprise lasted even after the plane had taken off, and their excitement didn’t cool down.

They were fully immersed in a sense of achievement: We’ve made it, we really have! To think such a venerable figure in our esports community could have such clout, we’re seeing the light at last!

In such a frenzy, they were practically like chickens with their blood up.

Fortunately, although they were all hyped up, they at least held a reverence for the G650’s unattainable price that restrained them from doing more than just looking at Bambi from a distance; they dared not approach and say even a word.

First was the awe for the price.

Secondly...

"Brother Shen’s expression is just too cold, I... I certainly don’t dare to get closer. Whoever dares to can go ask for an autograph on behalf of me," they said.

After going back and forth, they could only appeal to Ying Xi.

Ying Xi wasn’t exactly unwilling to go up front; in certain areas, he had an extremely sharp intuition and reaction. But sometimes, he could be slow and unresponsive. So, he might indeed dare to do so.

Yet Jiang Li stopped him.

"The plane has taken off, let’s wait until we land," Jiang Li said.

Ying Xi turned his head and saw the always smiling young man. His smile was still there, but it had become much fainter. Ying Xi acknowledged with an "Oh."

The takeoff had been smooth, quite uneventful. Whatever else might be said about Yan Sui, his piloting skills were definitely solid.

So much so that even Bo Jingshen managed to drink a few sips of coffee and eat something while the flight attendants served the meals.

The screen showed that the plane had left the province. As soon as it was out of the province, the weather changed.

The captain’s announcement came through the cabin speakers, Yan Sui’s voice broadcasting.

"Due to weather conditions ahead, the plane may experience turbulence. Please do not panic and refrain from moving about the cabin during this time."

This message seemed to be meant for Bo Jingshen.

Su Lu sat in her seat, flipping through a magazine, with her fruit tea almost finished.

She stared at the magazine pages, but the images and words seemed unable to enter her eyes.

Without any deliberate effort, just a casual glance revealed fingers distinctly articulated and long, gripping the armrest tightly, with veins standing out on the back of the hand due to the force, knuckles and nails both turning white. The hand, angular and bony, seemed to have lost its natural color.

Su Lu didn’t look any longer, took a deep breath quietly, and turned her attention back to the magazine she was holding.

Not long after.

The plane began to shudder.

From outside, the clouds could be seen turning a dark and stormy color, indicating the rough weather through which they were traveling.

"Huuh!" Muted exclamations came from Ying Xi’s teammates behind.

But their exclamations lacked any sentiment of fear; they sounded more excited, as if they found it thrilling.

Although they tried to keep their voices low, they were still quite noticeable.

However, Su Lu’s hearing was extremely good, and she was able to pick up on the breathing that was being overshadowed by these exclamations.

The breathing was slightly rushed and tense, even tremulous.

It was like a string on the verge of snapping.

Su Lu furrowed her brows and decided to take out noise-canceling headphones to plug into her ears, and closed her eyes to rest.

But his heartstrings resembled a calm lake, where even the smallest pebble, the size of a grain of rice, was enough to create a series of delicate ripples.

And with both hearing and vision obscured, other senses seemed to sharpen, such as touch.

After a while, Su Lu could clearly sense that the plane was descending.

She had flown frequently before, especially during a period when she often had to oversee an out-of-town project, so she was on planes all the time.

So Su Lu knew very well that sometimes when passing through bad weather, planes would ascend or descend to circumvent dark clouds or such, just like now.

And she could feel that Yan Sui’s descent was actually quite gentle. Some less gentle pilots made descents that felt like riding a drop tower.

But even such a gentle descent

was still too much of a burden for Bo Jingshen.

His face was completely void of color.

Jiang Li had previously been checking the weather forecast with schadenfreude in the waiting room, but now, when it actually came to it, Jiang Li grew worried again and leaned out from his seat to check on Bo Jingshen.

"Hey, Brother Shen. Are you alright?" Jiang Li asked with concern, "The turbulence will pass soon, just hang in there a bit longer."

Bo Jingshen’s breath had already stopped; he seemed to hold his breath as if that could fight the panic within.

This panic, brought on by post-traumatic stress disorder, was nothing like ordinary fear, not even remotely on the same scale.

He could hold his breath until his face turned a shade of blue.

Jiang Li quickly added, "Brother Shen, take deep breaths, just a few deep breaths and it’ll be alright, the air current will pass soon."

Bo Jingshen had held his breath for quite a while until he could no longer contain it and had to breathe.

But as soon as he took a breath of air, he couldn’t hold himself together anymore.

His chest felt like a tumultuous sea...

He reached for a sick bag and began vomiting as if his heart was being torn apart.

His voice was already deliberately suppressed, but it was still somewhat shocking.

Not even noise-cancelling headphones could completely block it out.

Su Lu’s brows furrowed slightly.

Su Yi, who was sitting beside her, had originally fallen asleep, but woke up due to the intense turbulence and saw Bo Jingshen in this state.

Su Yi whispered to Su Lu, "He has severe motion sickness. Do you think he’s sick? With motion sickness like that, he insisted on coming. Isn’t that masochism, just asking for punishment?"

As he said that, Su Yi had a realization, "Hey? So buying such a good plane... was it to avoid getting motion sick? Doesn’t seem to be working though."

Jiang Li, worried about Bo Jingshen’s condition, unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to go over.

Ying Xi tugged at him, "It’s too turbulent."

"A minor issue. I’ll go check on him." Jiang Li undeterred by the turbulence; he hadn’t experienced a plane crash, didn’t suffer from PTSD, and he was keen on all kinds of extreme sports, passionate about paragliding, skydiving, bungee jumping, skiing, and even considered trying wingsuit flying but gave it up due to the high difficulty.

Thus, Jiang Li was not fazed by such turbulence.

Although Ying Xi didn’t tug at him again, her brows were tightly furrowed, "Don’t you ever follow the rules?"

Jiang Li just smiled at him and quickly got up and went over to Bo Jingshen’s side. Bo Jingshen was almost done vomiting, holding a wad of tissue to his mouth, coughing muffledly.

He crouched down next to Bo Jingshen, "Brother Shen, you don’t..."

Before Jiang Li could finish his sentence, he saw a smudge of blood on the tissue, and his eyes immediately widened in alarm, "What’s this...!"