Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 223 Difficult Decision

Chapter 223: Chapter 223 Difficult Decision

Listening to Bo Jingshen asking the question,

Zhao Ying fell silent for a few seconds before finally saying, "I originally felt there was no need to tell you. After all, what are you?"

If it were someone else speaking to Bo Jingshen with such a "what are you," he probably wouldn’t have been able to remain so calm, but inexplicably, the closer he got to the truth, the less he dared to act rashly in front of Zhao Ying.

It really wasn’t because she was President Zhao, but rather...

Bo Jingshen remained silent, waiting for Zhao Ying to give an answer.

"You should know, she is not the Su Family’s biological daughter," Zhao Ying began.

It was just a beginning, but Bo Jingshen could almost guess the rest of the content.

His eyes suddenly widened a bit, and his pupils contracted sharply, "You... what do you mean?"

"You should understand what I mean," Zhao Ying did not elaborate but just started on the topic, stopping at the point.

That’s how smart people talk, they give only a beginning, and the other person naturally fills in the rest.

"But... why?" Bo Jingshen didn’t understand, if her true identity was like this, why did she end up in a household like Su Yukan’s... enduring endless suffering?

"Accident," Zhao Ying’s expression revealed a hint of pain, perhaps no matter how many years passed, as long as the matter of her lost daughter was brought up, she would still feel that pain, "She was stolen. We searched for her many years and only recently found her..."

As she spoke, Zhao Ying glanced at him, "And it’s thanks to you."

Bo Jingshen’s brows tightened, "Me...?"

But he quickly realized the reason, it was that time when Su Lu’s surgery was critical and needed a blood donation, it was Jing Su who brought Shen Xun to donate blood. It was then that Shen Xun learned of Su Lu’s identity.

Thus, there occurred that beating that made him cough blood and land in the hospital.

A thread linked everything together, and then everything made sense.

"I..." Bo Jingshen pursed his lips, "I’m sorry."

Zhao Ying was not interested in whether his apology was genuine or pretense and waved her hand, "Alright, back to the main point. Previously, I said it was you who insisted on staying by Su Lu’s side, if what I know isn’t wrong, right?"

Bo Jingshen nodded, "It’s me."

"You clearly know that being close to you means being close to danger, because of the Jing Family’s madman," Zhao Ying said.

Bo Jingshen nodded again, "I know."

"And yet you still insisted on staying by her side. To put it harshly, this time it was lucky that it was you who got hurt, you took the hit. If something had happened to her..." Zhao Ying’s gaze turned so cold it sent a chill down one’s spine, staring straight at Bo Jingshen.

Bo Jingshen was forced to meet her gaze, not for any other reason, but because her current identity was that of Su Lu’s mother.

Zhao Ying, staring into Bo Jingshen’s eyes, continued, "...what will you use to compensate me?"

As she said this, Zhao Ying heavily patted the bed rail and repeated, the weight in her voice intensifying, "What will you use to compensate me! I searched for my daughter for over twenty years... it took so much effort to finally find her. If something had happened, what would you use to compensate me?"

Bo Jingshen was speechless, his eyelids drooping heavily, and the corners of his mouth tightly drawn.

"So that’s why I said I can protect her better than you can, do you have any objections?" Zhao Ying glared at Bo Jingshen, "The injuries Qianqian suffered, weren’t they all because of you?"

Bo Jingshen was still unable to respond, and after a moment of silence, he finally said, "So you are planning to..."

"I’m taking her away," Zhao Ying said gravely, "I will protect my own daughter well. You don’t have to worry, as long as you don’t come and interfere with her, that old madman from the Jing Family won’t necessarily turn his aggression toward my daughter."

Although the words were unpleasant, Bo Jingshen was well aware that this was the truth.

"And you, clean up this mess you’ve made," Zhao Ying asked him, "You know what I mean, don’t you?"

Bo Jingshen nodded gravely, he knew.

Of course, he knew.

As long as Jing Ce remained restless, Bo Jingshen could not relax, could not be at peace.

Bo Jingshen lowered his eyes, deep and dark.

"Don’t worry, I will take good care of my daughter. Besides, your relationship with her is already so unclear and muddled. Having gone through so much, it’s impossible not to have some barriers between you. This is a good opportunity to maintain some distance," Zhao Ying looked at the young man before her.

He was still carrying quite a serious injury on his back. When she had come earlier, the doctor had also arrived, so Zhao Ying happened to hear what the doctor said.

The wound on his back was actually not healing well and showed signs of infection. They had already switched to stronger antibiotics, hoping to control it.

Infection is always the most frightening, a difficult hurdle for patients with burns to overcome—the hurdle of infection.

It could even be said that infection is the scariest thing; for many illnesses, the hardest part to overcome is the infection.

And yet, with such an injury, he was talking to her.

Accepting all of Zhao Ying’s reproaches without any objection.

And now, what Zhao Ying was saying was even more cruel than her reprimands...

"Your meaning is..." Bo Jingshen’s voice was hoarse.

Zhao Ying nodded, "Yes, exactly what you’re thinking."

Bo Jingshen’s lips pressed tightly together, silent.

Zhao Ying did not rush him; she knew that he would make the right choice.

Before, she was not sure because young people can be stubborn.

But now, Zhao Ying was not worried he would refuse.

Because he had seen and even personally experienced the risks and consequences.

If one cares enough, no one would want to imagine the same pain befalling a beloved person.

So Bo Jingshen was silent for a while, his gaze growing heavier, the light in his eyes dimming, as if something was being drawn out of him.

After a moment, he nodded, "Alright. I understand. I will..." his voice was dry and hoarse, it seemed like a struggle just to speak, as if uttering these words was as painful as burning his throat, "...maintain my distance from her."

He took a deep breath, "I will break up with her." Saying this, Bo Jingshen paused again and let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh, "The thing is, she never accepted me. I clung to her, but she never accepted me. So, maybe there’s not even a breakup to speak of."

It was just a one-sided... maintaining of distance.

Perhaps in her eyes, it was merely a return to a proper, rightful distance.

Bo Jingshen was always clear on how deeply he had hurt Su Lu. He was even more aware of how resilient she was, tough as reeds, firm as rock.

If she truly decided not to have anything more to do with him, then it would really be...

If it weren’t for his insistence this time, the distance between them might have already reverted to be more distant than that of strangers.

So, even if he now decides to maintain a distance from her, perhaps in her view, it would only be a return to the distance that should have been there all along...

"Maybe there’s not even a breakup to speak of. It can only be considered that I finally... respected her wishes."