Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 230: Please Help

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: Please Help

Shen Xun was startled when he heard the words, blinked his eyes.

Su Zhe stepped aside from the door and nodded toward the inside, "Here, a standard room."

Inside were two beds, one of which had its comforter turned down, and the other bed’s comforter was neat and untouched, with only a thin laptop resting on it.

Su Zhe bit into another small octopus, and mumbled vaguely, "Mainly because I think it’s troublesome for you to keep running around."

Shen Xun’s hair was still slightly damp, indicating that he had just taken a shower before being called out on temporary duty.

Su Zhe, softened by the food, was easygoing about the standard room, "If you mind, then..."

"I don’t mind," Shen Xun interrupted him.

Su Zhe raised an eyebrow, initially wanting to say if he did mind, he could just bunk with Su Yi for the night since, strictly speaking, Su Yi and Shen Xun were cousins related by blood.

Moreover, they could also send the young Su Yi to the other hotel, or let him bunk with other members of the Fierce Eagle Team, as he was already familiar with them.

And Ying Xi’s room was currently vacant.

There were plenty of options.

However, since Shen Xun didn’t mind...

Su Zhe nodded and handed him a room card from the entryway cabinet, "Then just come over after you’re done."

Shen Xun accepted the room card and was ready to deliver meals to Ms. Zhao and Miss Su.

Just as he turned around, Su Zhe’s voice came from behind, "Captain Shen, deliver the Buddha to the west, be a good person to the end."

"What?"

Shen Xun looked at him puzzled, only to see a faint smile curving the corner of Su Zhe’s mouth.

"To the left outside the hotel, there’s a shop specializing in crafted brews. Could you... do the people another service?" Su Zhe said with a light smile.

Shen Xun hooked up the corner of his mouth, "You make it sound very noble."

"What do you say?" Su Zhe asked.

"Captain Shen has agreed."

Shen Xun waved his hand at him and then went upstairs.

When he arrived at Su Lu’s room, Su Lu was sitting in front of a mirror while Zhao Ying blow-dried her hair.

Her mother’s soft fingers threaded through her hair, and the sound of the hairdryer buzzed in her ears.

Seeing Shen Xun enter, Su Lu looked at him through the mirror and smiled.

"Brother Xun, you’ve worked hard." Su Lu saw the large bag of barbecue he was carrying.

If Shen Xun felt somewhat resigned about being pulled out of bed to run errands earlier, seeing the smile on Su Lu’s face now erased all his reluctance, feeling utterly content.

Forget reluctance, he could even run another five rounds.

The three of them ate barbecue together, which wasn’t particularly fancy or upscale food, but it felt more delicious than any of the fine delicacies they had before.

Su Lu had never dared to say before, but food shared with family tasted more delicious—it was the first time she genuinely understood the true delightful taste spoken of in those words.

"Alright, don’t go back to my hotel anymore." After finishing the meal, Zhao Ying chewed a piece of chewing gum, chewing while she spoke to Shen Xun.

Shen Xun glanced sidelong at her, "Ms. Zhao, aren’t you playing with me? Do you think it’s easy for me running back and forth? It would have been nice to know earlier; I’ve even canceled my room reservation, and now you’re changing your tune?"

Previously, Su Lu had simply planned for Zhao Ying to stay in her room, and Shen Xun would return to his own room—no problem at all. But Zhao Ying insisted that her luggage was still in her suite at her hotel and asked him to stay there so that he could bring her luggage over the next day.

The things she could have picked up tomorrow, but Zhao Ying insisted he go over tonight.

Although it was not explicitly mentioned, she actually hoped her son could live in a better place, instead of staying in a pitiful single room here.

"Ah? You already cancelled your room?" Zhao Ying was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, I cancelled it!" Actually, he hadn’t yet, but Shen Xun didn’t plan to tell her, nor did he plan to mention that he had already taken Su Zhe’s room card and intended to stay in his room for the night.

Even Shen Xun himself didn’t know why, despite not having cancelled his own room, he had accepted Su Zhe’s room card; perhaps his mind was fried.

But Shen Xun comforted himself in his heart, thinking he just wanted to learn more about his sister’s childhood from Su Zhe.

All in all, Shen Xun came out from the store that sold craft brews, holding a bag of chilled craft beers, standing in front of the room door, still somewhat dazed.

Su Lu didn’t know any of this; she lay in bed, already feeling sleepy, but still held her phone, sending a message to Bo Jingshen, wanting to chat with him a bit more before sleeping.

But there was no response on the other end.

"Go to sleep," Zhao Ying, lying beside her, said as she gently stroked her hair.

Being gently caressed like this, while feeling sleepy, was really a very hypnotic thing.

Su Lu was already somewhat sleepy, and with this caressing, she could no longer keep her eyes open.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a vibrating phone; she tried her best to open her eyes and glanced at her phone, but it wasn’t her phone that vibrated, which inevitably made her a bit disappointed, and even sleepier as if a mountain had collapsed.

It was Zhao Ying’s phone that had vibrated twice, probably receiving a message; before Su Lu fell asleep, she saw Zhao Ying unlocking her phone, her expression gradually turning grave as she looked at the screen.

Su Lu didn’t know if something was wrong, but she was too sleepy and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Ying, still gently stroking her daughter’s hair with one hand, tapped the phone screen with the other.

On the screen was a message from an unknown number, but Zhao Ying knew who the owner of the number was.

The content of the message made Zhao Ying involuntarily frown heavily.

"I’m leaving. I will handle everything, then come to her side cleanly and safely, without any burdens or dangers. Please take good care of Su Xiaolu until then."

Zhao Ying hesitated on what to reply, tapping the screen a few times.

Then another message surged in, pushing the previous message’s bubble up a bit.

"And the child. Please."

Zhao Ying’s hand paused; he knew everything.

Zhao Ying sighed softly, nobody had it easy. She felt a bit bitter, feeling as a senior, that it was somewhat indecent to impose such pressure on the younger generation.

But people are selfish, and sometimes for those they care about, they just have to...

Zhao Ying thought of his injuries.

Her fingers finally moved, typing a message on the screen and sending it.

"Where are you going? Your wounds haven’t healed yet."

There was no response from the other end, which made Zhao Ying uneasy, but as she looked at Su Lu, who was already sound asleep, and quietly walked to the wardrobe, dialing a number, the line was already switched off.

Just moments before, in the hospital.

The man lying on the hospital bed was pale, his cheeks flushed with a sickly red, his lips chapped and peeling.

After sending the message on his phone, it seemed as if all his vigor had been drained away; his head tilted, his arm falling off the bed’s edge, and with a thud, the phone crashed to the floor, the screen abruptly going dark.

Suddenly, the monitoring equipment emitted a piercing sound!