Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 193: Coming for a Honeymoon?

Chapter 193: Chapter 193: Coming for a Honeymoon?

Su Lu suddenly felt an intense sense of fatigue, which had nothing to do with her physical exhaustion; it was an overpowering weariness of the heart.

She no longer wanted to ask him what he intended to do.

She just stood there silently, watching silently.

But although human eyes might not convey any clear meaning, nor could any look truly speak,

there was one thing that eyes unmistakably conveyed—distance.

At that moment, the expression in Su Lu’s eyes seemed as distant as if separated by the Milky Way.

The eager spark previously in Bao Jing’s eyes suddenly dimmed.

With her arms crossed over her chest in a guarded pose, Su Lu looked at him without speaking, and instead took the initiative to ask, "Is there something you needed?"

The distance Su Lu put between them rendered Bao Jing somewhat silent. The previously tilted balance seemed to shift back in the opposite direction, where one side was labeled with respecting her and keeping distance, and the other with being shameless and thick-skinned.

Bao Jing slowly exhaled and said, "Accompany me to the hospital."

Su Lu frowned at him, her gaze filled with confusion.

"No one else will go with me," Bao Jing explained.

But the confusion in Su Lu’s eyes wasn’t asking ’Why do you want me to go to the hospital with you?’

Rather, it was asking ’Why are you going to the hospital?’

Bao Jing paused for a moment before seeming to grasp this.

"I had a gastric bleed before," Bao Jing continued, pausing as he gazed into Su Lu’s eyes, "It seems to have recurred somewhat."

His honesty was somewhat unexpected to Su Lu, as honesty often signifies a degree of vulnerability, and she didn’t see Bao Jing as someone who weakens easily because he was inherently resilient—a stubborn hardhead.

People like him can be quite frustrating. You can’t say they’re bad, but because of their intrinsic toughness, they unconsciously place themselves in the protector’s role, thus judging from a protector’s perspective, ready to block anything they perceive as dangerous.

So if he deemed certain news dangerous, he would block it.

Naturally... that would mean a loss of honesty.

To put it simply, there is always something called a white lie or a benign omission.

But in fact, the nature of lies and omissions is more or less the same.

What gives you the right to decide what I should know and what I shouldn’t? We are all equally human, why can’t I know it?

It’s like how some always use ’I’m doing this for your good’ as a pretext and then proceed to hide or deceive under the guise of a white lie or a benign omission. But how do they know what they’re withholding is something I shouldn’t know? How are they so sure? What’s the standard?

Anyway... it was somewhat unexpected for Su Lu.

She paused, opened her mouth but didn’t make a sound, and after a moment finally spoke, "Jiang Li..."

"He’s gone out," Bao Jing interjected, cutting her off and answering the question she wanted to ask.

"Then, Yan Sui...?"

"He’s still busy at the airport, after all, it’s not like he can leave work immediately after landing," Bao Jing replied.

That made sense. Then there was indeed no one else to accompany him to the hospital, though surely the club’s other entourage wouldn’t mind going with him, and Lie Ying’s team members would likely not mind accompanying Bambi to the hospital either.

But whether Bambi would want them to accompany him was another matter altogether.

Most likely, Bambi would not.

Indeed, when Jingshen saw that she hadn’t replied for a long time, he said next, "If you’re busy, pretend I didn’t say anything."

He didn’t wait to hear Su Lu’s voice and turned to leave from her doorway.

In fact, his retreating figure didn’t look pitiable, nor could one see any sign of dejection, it was merely the figure of someone tall and slender. Yet it appeared somewhat thinner, perhaps because his height made him seem even thinner.

A lone, slender figure walked away, inexplicably evoking a sense of solitude.

Su Lu watched that figure for a long while, just as he was about to reach the elevator.

Su Lu raised her hand to take her bag from the hallway hook, conveniently grabbed the room card from its slot, closed the door, and walked over.

The elevator door opened, and Jingshen stepped inside, turning to face the elevator door just in time to see Su Lu approaching.

"Do you know where the hospital is?" Su Lu entered the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor.

Jingshen stared at her intently for a moment before shaking his cell phone, "Navigation will do."

Su Lu looked at his phone with a somewhat strange expression, but said nothing.

The elevator reached the first floor, and Su Lu walked to the front desk.

Jingshen followed her and overheard Su Lu say in English to the receptionist, "Can I have two Wi-Fi cards, please? Thank you."

Su Lu spoke English without an accent, and although her speech was not fluid, each word was precise and clear, easy to understand.

This training session was chosen to be in this small country, known for its scenic landscapes and famous cuisine which made it a nice rehabilitation spot; plus, it was visa-free, which is why Su Lu had chosen to come here.

She took two Wi-Fi cards from the counter and handed one to Jingshen, who then realized something.

Right, without a Wi-Fi card, his phone would disconnect from the internet outside the hotel’s Wi-Fi range, making the navigation useless, effectively turning it into a brick.

It seems Jingshen hadn’t traveled for leisure in years, always busy with work, and before that, he hadn’t had the financial means.

Thinking about it, he had never traveled abroad just for relaxation, therapy, or leisure.

Jingshen held the Wi-Fi card, somewhat distracted.

It seemed like he had never truly lived a day, merely existed.

Outside the hotel, taxis were lined up waiting for customers.

Once in the taxi, Jingshen glanced at his phone’s navigation before quietly giving the driver the destination in English.

His voice was deep, speaking in perfect American English, which made the driver’s thickly accented English seem very casual by comparison.

Neon lights flashed outside the window, and Su Lu watched the scenery pass by, never intending to strike up a conversation with Jingshen.

Jingshen too remained silent.

On the contrary, the driver was not quiet, perhaps naturally outgoing.

His casually accented English never stopped chattering.

"Are you two here for your honeymoon? We get a lot of honeymooners here! Need me to recommend some suitable spots? Very romantic and great for pictures."

Su Lu: "No, thank you."

Jingshen: "Okay, thank you."

Both spoke at the same time, yet their answers were completely different.

The driver glanced at them through the rearview mirror, "Is this... a fight? No worries, no worries, take a trip to our Lover’s Bridge tomorrow, and any conflict will be resolved!"