Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 220 Thorough Understanding

Chapter 220: Chapter 220 Thorough Understanding

Su Zhe was taken aback upon hearing this, seeing Su Lu’s expression, that calmness, it was like... she had long been waiting.

It was as if she already knew he had something to say but never spoke to her about it.

"You..." Su Zhe looked down at her, "You knew already, didn’t you?"

"If you don’t say it, I don’t know," Su Lu shook her head, "I have my guesses, but if you don’t say, I pretend I don’t know. It’s up to you; I’m not that desperate to know. I’ve been living like this for years."

Just like Su Yi felt, she truly was someone who could make the people around her comfortable.

Compared to the so-called relatives she’d never met or lived with, Su Lu cared more about the feelings of the people she did care about.

If Su Zhe was uncomfortable and didn’t want to bring it up, didn’t want to say, didn’t want to tell her,

Then she couldn’t be bothered to ask, to pry, to pretend to be unaware.

Su Lu had always been very intelligent, what you want me to know I know, what you don’t want me to know I also know, but considering your feelings, I can pretend to be unaware.

That’s the kind of person she was.

So, hearing her say this, the first thing Su Zhe did was let out a gentle sigh, "You’re just too insightful."

"Not that insightful." Su Lu smiled, "Just one person has me in agony, someone who’s truly insightful wouldn’t end up like this, would have cut their losses in good time."

Hearing this, Su Zhe couldn’t help but laugh and cry, flicking her forehead lightly with his finger, "Quite self-aware, aren’t you?"

The curve of Su Lu’s lips didn’t fade, her hands continually busy, the enamel pot on the induction cooker bubbling, simmering the porridge until it was so thick that the rice oil came out; she kept stirring slowly with a long-handled spoon.

What was stewing in the pot was a sickbed meal prepared for Bo Jingshen and Ying Xi. The hospital did provide sickbed meals, but the taste was just average.

Both had been injured and their appetites affected, not to mention they could only eat bland, easily digestible foods, which made it even less appetizing. If it wasn’t made well, it would be... quite miserable.

That’s why Su Lu went to a convenience store to buy ingredients, returning to the hotel to cook them herself as the suite had basic kitchen utensils.

"People should have self-awareness, ’Doctor, heal thyself’," Su Lu said.

Su Zhe laughed, "What does this have to do with ’Doctor, heal thyself’?"

"By the same reasoning." Su Lu ladled out a small bowl and pushed it in front of Su Zhe, continuing, "Those who live too insightfully see through other people’s affairs, but are clueless about their own. Try this."

Being able to see this far meant she was perceptive about her own affairs too, just willingly so, savoring it, in fact.

Su Zhe looked at the measly bit in the bowl, a porridge that could be finished in two swallows, "You could at least give me a bit more."

"Uh... I didn’t plan for you, so I made less, you just taste for saltiness, sickbed food isn’t that tasty," Su Lu said.

As Su Zhe took a bite, he asked, "Why don’t you taste it yourself...?"

"My pregnancy reaction, everything tastes off," Su Lu pursed her lips. She used to dislike durian, but today, while she was at the convenience store buying ingredients, she passed by the fruit section where a staff member was opening durians.

Oh, God, she used to avoid them at all costs, but now she could hardly move her feet.

Her eyes seemed glued to those pieces of durian, then she tentatively bought a box to try, and Lord, she couldn’t even wait to get back to the hotel.

After paying, she stepped out from the cashier and stood at the entrance of the convenience store, devouring the durian with such gusto that she was even nibbling on her fingers! Even though durian here was tastier and cheaper than back home, there was no need to go to such extremes, was there?

Moreover, she used to find the mere smell of it repulsive, let alone eating it.

It was clear that her tastes had changed.

Speaking of which, Su Zhe’s brow furrowed slightly, "You’re always lingering around here. What about your own health check-up? Have Bo Jingshen and the others decided to go back to the country for treatment yet?"

"My check-up isn’t due yet, and my current condition is still manageable. Their injuries, for now, it’s best not to move them around too much. No rush, let’s wait a bit more," Su Lu said, and then she lifted her chin towards him, looking at the small bowl in his hand, "How is it?"

"The seasoning is just right," Su Zhe commented.

Su Lu then scooped the contents of the pot into two insulated containers.

After sealing the containers, she soaked the enamel pot in the sink with water, walked over to the small bar to make a cup of coffee for Su Zhe, and brewed a cup of fruit tea for herself.

Sitting down at the bar, Su Lu finally held her cup and looked at Su Zhe, "Alright. Whatever you want to say, just say it. Don’t keep holding it in until it hurts. Feel free to speak your mind. I can take it."

Having been through a lot, Su Lu felt that, if nothing else, she had a very strong capacity for endurance.

Su Zhe took a sip of his aromatic coffee, pursed his lips, and pondered for a moment before finally speaking up, "You know what I’m about to tell you."

"I’ve seen it," Su Lu said softly, her eyes lowered, staring at the tips of her fingers holding the edge of the cup, "You’ve given my blood to someone else."

Su Zhe was taken aback for a moment. He knew Su Lu must have guessed something, but he didn’t know how or when she had guessed it.

Of course, he hadn’t expected that she had guessed it so early on.

With her head bowed and a faint smile, Su Lu said, "Our blood type is very special, so... whenever my blood is taken away, I generally assume it’s for something like... compatibility testing or the like."

Su Zhe’s lips were pressed tightly together. Yes, she would naturally think that, feel that way.

Because, that was how it had been before, when he underwent compatibility testing with her. That was how Su Zhe had, fortunately, gotten the chance to continue living.

His life had been saved by her blood, her bone marrow.

Su Lu blinked, looking up at him, "But I know you wouldn’t rashly use my blood for those compatibility tests. So another possibility becomes more likely."

Su Zhe was met with a pair of bright and gentle eyes as she spoke in a soft and calm voice, "Paternity testing, right?"

Su Zhe found himself unable to make a sound for a moment.

She was so transparent, her heart probably that of an exquisite heart with many facets.

He didn’t know how to start the conversation, but she, with her calm and gentle manner, had said it all for him.

Su Zhe opened his mouth silently, unable to utter a sound, then he nodded.

He saw that her expression held no great joy, nor any deep sorrow.

Very calmly, very gently, she asked him, "You’ve found my relative, have you?"