Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 226 Tension

Chapter 226: Chapter 226 Tension

When Zhao Ying arrived, Shen Xun was no longer so nervous. He wasn’t entirely at ease, but at least he didn’t feel the kind of tightness that left him unsure of what to say, like before.

He was just a bit reserved. Su Lu could sense Shen Xun’s good intentions because they were excessively kind.

To be honest, Su Lu felt that the only thing he hadn’t done was feed her.

She had genuinely saved Su Zhe’s life, and Su Zhe had been very good to her, but even he wasn’t as over-the-top as Shen Xun.

So perhaps... guilt was indeed a heavier emotion than gratitude.

Su Zhe was grateful to her, so he treated her very well. Shen Xun must have been carrying a constant sense of guilt towards her, which made his kindness towards her more than just good—it was almost excessively cautious.

This made Su Lu feel a little uncomfortable. She was always worried that any casual remark might be overinterpreted by Shen Xun and then he would become all cautious again.

But to tell the truth, Shen Xun indeed seemed a lot less nervous.

And it appeared that nervousness had shifted over to Zhao Ying.

When Zhao Ying arrived, it was nearly dinner time. Shen Xun had booked a private room at the restaurant on the top floor of the hotel and ordered quite a few dishes.

Su Lu and Su Zhe followed him up. Su Lu had eaten at this restaurant a few times and the food was good.

The menu was filled with Su Lu’s favorite dishes; heaven knows how he knew these things...

Su Lu glanced at the menu and then couldn’t help but look towards Su Zhe.

Su Zhe simply shrugged his shoulders, looking as if he knew nothing. It wasn’t him who had let the secret out, and besides...

Actually, Su Zhe wasn’t very clear about Su Lu’s dietary preferences himself. While she was with the Su family, she always kept a very low profile, let alone ordering dishes with the housekeepers or nannies. She would eat whatever was available without being picky.

Heaven knows how Shen Xun found out.

"They’re all my favorites," Su Lu directly asked, "How did you know my tastes?"

"I don’t know," Shen Xun blinked softly, looking down at the phone screen. On it was his chat page with Zhao Ying, showing the messages she had sent. He shook his phone screen at Su Lu, "Ms. Zhao told me."

"But how did she..." Su Lu didn’t finish her question, her voice abruptly cutting off.

How did she know?

Yes, Su Lu remembered. A mother, faced with her once lost but now returned daughter, would carefully observe and earnestly ponder every expression, remembering every little preference.

Even during the brief period while she was hospitalized, Zhao Ying had collected and observed as much about her preferences as possible.

Then Shen Xun’s phone started ringing while the screen was still facing Su Lu.

So Su Lu saw the name of the incoming call suddenly dancing on the screen—My Dear Ms. Zhao.

Shen Xun was stunned for a moment, then swiped the screen to answer the call without avoiding Su Lu, although he did not put it on speakerphone.

But as far as Su Lu’s hearing was concerned, whether it was on speakerphone or not didn’t matter.

"Hello? Where are you?" Shen Xun asked, "I’ve already ordered the food, and we’re just waiting for you to arrive before we can serve it."

Zhao Ying’s voice was obviously anxious on the other end, "Don’t wait for me, go ahead and start eating. I..."

Shen Xun could tell something was off in her voice, "What’s wrong?"

"I’m a bit nervous," Zhao Ying’s voice was tense, "I’ll come later, I’m a bit nervous."

Shen Xun couldn’t help but turn away and cover his mouth with a hand, whispering, "What are you nervous about? You two saw each other every day before, if anyone should be nervous, it should be me, right? I haven’t backed down, Ms. Zhao, you can’t wimp out!"

"I’ll wimp out! What have I raised you for all these years? It’s precisely for moments like these when I’m wimping out that you should stand up for me!"

Su Lu was hanging her head, and when she heard this, the corners of her mouth involuntarily curved into a slight arc, her expression betraying a hint of helplessness.

She had never experienced a normal family, the Su Family... for her, it didn’t count as a family.

Even if one considered it a family, the Su Family was very hypocritical. How to put it? The family atmosphere was insincere; the relationships weren’t genuine among one another.

These were Su Lu’s sincere feelings—there was always a distance between each member.

Zhu Xinyan, in the presence of Su Yukan, always seemed to be putting on a flawless performance. Su Jiao, before Su Yukan, was also ever acting out the part of a filial daughter, uttering words that sometimes sounded so fake, they resembled lines from a script.

So sometimes, Su Lu wasn’t sure what a normal family should look like.

At this moment, hearing the conversation between Shen Xun and Zhao Ying, Su Lu was starting to understand.

Her smile lingering, she pondered for a moment and tentatively reached out her hand towards Shen Xun.

"..." Shen Xun, looking at the delicate white hand extended before him, seemed a bit at a loss.

"If you don’t mind, shall I speak?" asked Su Lu.

Shen Xun only hesitated for two seconds, that hesitation merely a consideration of whether passing the phone to her would make Ms. Zhao on the other end feel even more nervous.

But he quickly gave up the thought and placed the phone in Su Lu’s hand.

"This is Su Lu," she said, her voice as warm and gentle as ever.

All of a sudden, it became very quiet on the other end, although Su Lu had distinctly heard some petulant sounds coming from there before.

"..." There was silence for a moment, then Zhao Ying finally spoke, "I am... Aunt Zhao."

Hearing this address, Su Lu didn’t just call it out reflexively, but instead inquired, "Have you arrived? We’re all waiting for you. If you need, I can come downstairs to meet you."

Zhao Ying’s voice was slightly shaky, "You... I... no need, your health isn’t good. Let Shen Xun come down."

"Alright, then I’ll wait for you upstairs," replied Su Lu with a smile before handing the phone back to Shen Xun.

Taking the phone, Shen Xun hurriedly said to the other end, "I’ll come down right away."

Then he hung up and quickly told Su Lu and Su Zhe that he was stepping out of the private room to fetch the visitor.

Su Lu turned her head towards Su Zhe, "Mom doesn’t seem to get this nervous when speaking with you, does she?"

Her memories of Su Zhe’s mother were becoming somewhat faint, but she remembered her as a very gentle person—gentle and magnanimous, who, even when bedridden, remained composed and stately, never showing the slightest disarray due to sickness.

Mentioning his mother didn’t make Su Zhe sad; whenever he mentioned his mother, he was filled with tender thoughts.

"It’s not the same," Su Zhe said, "Mom didn’t owe me anything and never felt guilty or indebted to me, so naturally, she didn’t need to be nervous. You’re different."

Su Zhe looked into Su Lu’s eyes, "You’ve suffered too much, and she most likely learned about your past hardships through some means. It’s normal for her to be nervous, to feel sad and worried."

It was at this moment that Shen Xun, accompanied by Zhao Ying, entered through the door of the private room.

Su Lu looked up at them, and to be honest, she had seen Zhao Ying many times before—during her hospital stay, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they could hardly avoid bumping into each other.

But people are really strange; although they had met so many times, after their identities had changed, it seemed true that things indeed felt different.