Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 200 Hear

Chapter 200: Chapter 200 Hear

"Alright, I’ll try," Su Lu said, feeling better after vomiting and managing a weak smile toward Zhao Ying. "Thank you. I didn’t expect to run into you here. You took such good care of me at the hospital, and now, once again, I am in your debt."

"There’s no need for thanks," Aunt Zhao’s eyes shone brightly in the dim light of the restroom, reflecting a gentle glow in her pupils like water brimming with tenderness. "It’s what I should do."

She murmured softly, almost to herself, "... something I should have done long ago."

"Huh? What did you say?" Su Lu didn’t catch what she said and asked.

Aunt Zhao shook her head with a smile, "No, it’s nothing. Shall I walk you out?"

Thinking about the group of drunken friends outside, Su Lu declined helplessly, "No need, I’m feeling better now. I can leave on my own; my friends are outside. Don’t worry about me."

Aunt Zhao didn’t insist and nodded, "Alright then, we’ll see each other again."

Su Lu left the restroom, her head clearer than before, but still feeling slightly queasy, like the aftereffect of motion sickness. Her mouth also felt uncomfortable from the vomiting.

She remembered seeing kumquat lemon tea on the menu earlier and planned to order one later.

And to think she had such a fateful encounter with Aunt Zhao, receiving her care again. Su Lu seriously considered inviting her to a proper meal during her stay in town.

Just as Su Lu returned to their table, Su Yi, who had been lying on the table as if passed out drunk, suddenly lifted his head, his eyes still tipsy.

But as he stared at Su Lu, the drunken haze dissipated somewhat, and he perked up.

"Are you alright?"

A warm feeling rose in Su Lu’s heart, something she hadn’t felt in years. She had given up hope on Su Yi long ago and was used to it, never expecting...

"I’m fine." Su Lu approached him, perhaps because of the warmth she felt inside, she couldn’t resist ruffling his hair as he looked up from his half-slumped position at the table, "If you’re tired, sleep. We’ll go back later."

"Oh," Su Yi responded blankly, as if not quite understanding.

A few seconds later, he finally realized what Su Lu had done, his already flushed face from drinking turned even redder, and he vigorously scratched the spot she had ruffled, "Don’t mess up my hair."

Su Lu sat down in her seat and saw a kumquat lemon tea already in front of her. It was like finding a pillow when sleepy; she picked it up and drank a few sips, finding it extremely soothing.

She sighed softly, not sure who had been so considerate as to order it for her. Su Yi?

Looking over at Su Yi, she found him passed out again on the table.

Bo Jingshen was seated nearby, eating sporadically. Su Lu glanced at the food in front of him, as if guessing the meaning behind her look.

Bo Jingshen put down his spoon, "It’s porridge."

Su Lu coughed lightly, averting her gaze. "I saw."

"Don’t worry, I won’t mess with my own health," Bo Jingshen said.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Jiang Li spoke up from beside them.

Jiang Li held an iced beer in both hands, his face pressed against the can, smiling as he looked at Bo Jingshen. Although his face was smiling, the words that came out of his mouth were incredibly vulgar as soon as he began to speak.

"Total bullshit," Jiang Li said, "Keep fooling yourself. I’ve never seen anyone mistreat their body as much as you. You didn’t care about it when you were abroad, and you still don’t back here; drinking after a stomach bleeding, why don’t you just fly off to heaven? At least abroad it was for socializing, but back here you’re just drowning your sorrows in alcohol..."

"Can’t you just be quiet?" Bo Jingshen frowned, but his expression didn’t reveal whether he was angry or pleased.

Su Lu had always been in the dark about Bo Jingshen’s life abroad, and almost everything she knew came from Jiang Li’s words. Now, she pieced together more from the snippets of Jiang Li’s speech.

How on earth did this man, who once had a robust digestive system, gradually wear it down to what it was now.

Ying Xi still saw Bo Jingshen with the halo of a star-like Bambi, and hurriedly pulled Jiang Li over, covering his mouth. Then she said to Bo Jingshen, "He... he’s talking nonsense because he’s drunk, Mr. Bo, please don’t take it to heart."

"No need, I know what his unguarded mouth is like." Bo Jingshen continued to eat his porridge, glancing at Su Lu with a flicker of his eye, "You shouldn’t listen to his nonsense."

"Mmmmm!" Jiang Li made a string of unintelligible sounds through his covered mouth.

But Su Lu felt quite impressed with herself, as she could actually guess what Jiang Li wanted to say from the high and low intonations of those unclear syllables – Who’s spouting nonsense!

"Hello, here are the garlic vermicelli steamed abalones you ordered." The server approached, holding a transparent glass plate with plump abalones steamed with garlic and vermicelli, so the smell wasn’t too fishy.

"Put it in front of her," Bo Jingshen pointed to Su Lu.

"Enjoy your meal," the server said as he placed the glass plate in front of Su Lu.

Su Lu had already been holding her breath because she’d felt queasy just seeing and smelling seafood earlier. Now, as she took a deep breath in, she found that she really didn’t feel any discomfort or urge to vomit.

Su Lu’s eyes brightened, Aunt Zhao’s advice was indeed useful!

However, Su Lu quickly felt a bit guilty.

She turned to look at Bo Jingshen, "You... you ordered this?"

"Mhm, eat up," Bo Jingshen did not deny it.

Su Lu suddenly felt her mouth dry up, although she thought it was unlikely – after all, it’s not possible that Bo Jingshen just happened to be at the restroom door and heard her conversation with Aunt Zhao, right?

But, if he hadn’t overheard Aunt Zhao telling her that abalone might not trigger morning sickness, why would he suddenly order abalone for her?

"Why did you suddenly think to order abalone for me...?" Su Lu asked, looking at the expression on Bo Jingshen’s face.

He seemed reluctant to say more and the way he pressed his lips together made Su Lu even more apprehensive. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "...You were just discharged from the hospital, right? Eating too much barbecue isn’t good for wound recovery, so steamed food is always lighter."

Hearing this, Su Lu silently let out a sigh of relief. His reluctance to say more was because he didn’t want to touch on a subject both were tacitly avoiding, not because he overheard something at the restroom door...

"...Thank you," Su Lu said and picked up a piece of abalone, putting it in her mouth. The firm and springy texture along with the aroma of garlic perfectly masked the fishy taste of the seafood.

Su Lu’s eyes narrowed with satisfaction, still savoring the first piece in her mouth while her eyes were already fixed on the next one.

She didn’t notice the deep and turbulent gaze that Bo Jingshen cast her way.