Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 232 Premonition

Chapter 232: Chapter 232 Premonition

"I’m fine," Xiao Caizi said, but despite those words, her gaze still softened as she looked down, "I’ll stay with you. If anything unexpected happens, as an observer, I could at least be a bit more calm and rational."

Even for someone as calm and rational as Jing Su, it was impossible to remain completely untouched and maintain reason when faced with a family member in crisis.

For instance, at this very moment, he actually wasn’t calm or rational enough; otherwise, he would have immediately realized that Xiao Caizi’s words were ’stay with you’ and not ’stay with you all.’

If it had been the past and Jing Su had been calm, he would have caught on immediately.

But now, it wasn’t until he had changed into sterile clothing and was about to put on a sterile cap that Jing Su suddenly stopped.

"Big brother, what’s wrong?" Jing Ruo, who had already swiftly dressed in his gear, asked as he turned his gaze upon seeing Jing Su halt in his actions.

What suddenly came to Jing Su’s mind were Xiao Caizi’s words ’stay with you,’ her gentle voice when she had said them, and the tender contours of her brows and eyes as she looked down.

Jing Ruo’s voice brought him back to his senses. "Hmm? It’s nothing." He quickly put on his sterile cap. "Let’s go."

It had been many years since Jing Su had last entered a hospital room so fully equipped it sent chills down one’s spine. He remembered the last time he entered such a room was when his mother was critically ill.

The details had become unclear upon reflection, but the feelings from that time were etched deeply into his heart. Jing Su remembered that room had felt very cold.

He never thought that he would be entering such a room again because of Bo Jingshen.

Standing behind the glass wall, he and Jing Ruo watched Bo Jingshen, trapped on the other side, engulfed in the lines and tubes of various beeping instruments.

Jing Ruo silently wiped away tears.

Jing Su watched intently, his eyes lacking the gleam of tears, but his gaze was a bit shaky. For a man like him, this already signified that his emotions were unsettled, even bitterly sorrowful.

"Ruoruo," Jing Su called out to Jing Ruo.

"Hm?" Jing Ruo’s voice was nasal and sounded wet.

"Do you think..." Jing Su’s gaze held a confused look, within which mingled emotions he couldn’t quite articulate himself but were distinctly perceivable to others as guilt.

"Do you think it’s because I’m too tough, or there’s something wrong with my fate, that the people around me end up in this cold place?" Jing Su said.

Almost instantly, Jing Ruo caught the self-blame in his voice. Her eyes widened in alarm as she urgently said, "Big brother, what are you talking about!"

Though Jing Su hadn’t visited places like this for a long time, Jing Ruo had been several times in recent years. Those girls whose wings were broken because they were infatuated with Bao Jing had all been trapped in this glass cage before.

Jing Ruo had seen their dying breaths, their painful struggles. She had even witnessed the death of one of them.

Jing Ruo took a deep breath and firmly grasped Jing Su’s hand, "If there’s anything wrong with anyone’s fate... then... then it’s Jing Ce who’s the problem! He’s the one bringing calamity to others."

Whether it was Jing Su’s mother Jiang Yan in the past, Bo Jingshen now, or those girls whose wings were broken because they liked Bao Jing.

The siblings fell silent, quietly watching the person lying on the hospital bed on the other side of the glass wall.

After a while, Jing Ruo extended a finger and traced the air over her elder brother’s face, whispering, "If we don’t follow his plans, we can end up lonely. Old maids, but we cannot place anyone in the position he intended for himself; otherwise, terrible things will happen. Moreover, that position is so sacred that even coveting it is unforgivable."

Jing Ruo pulled at the corner of her mouth in self-derision and turned to look at Jing Su, "Big brother, it seems... I might only find peace by shaving my head and becoming a nun."

Jing Su, listening to his sister’s self-mocking tone, looked towards the ailing brother on the hospital bed inside the glass wall. His eyes grew darker and deeper.

Su Lu had been sleeping restlessly. After recognizing her brother and mother, she should have been sleeping better.

But she wasn’t; she was extremely restless. To say she had nightmares, it didn’t seem quite so, yet also not quite absent.

She couldn’t remember what she had dreamt, but it felt terrifyingly vague, scary enough to disrupt her sleep, waking her repeatedly; but also so frightening that she couldn’t recall the dream once she awoke.

She just remembered that feeling of panic, the heart-pounding sensation upon waking that she could only alleviate with deep breaths.

Zhao Ying was a light sleeper, which had become even lighter after she, as Aunt Zhao, stayed to accompany Su Lu during her hospitalization, worried about her daughter’s condition through the night. Consequently, Zhao Ying hardly slept except with one eye open.

So, any slight disturbance would wake her, and it remained the same now.

Therefore, nearly immediately after Su Lu awoke with a start, Zhao Ying did too.

"What’s wrong, what’s wrong?" Zhao Ying turned on the bedside lamp quickly when she heard Su Lu’s rapid breathing, "Did you have a nightmare?"

She patted Su Lu’s back with one hand and reached for the thermos on the nightstand with the other, which contained the warm water she had prepared before bed, at just the right drinking temperature.

"Have some water, don’t be afraid, dreams aren’t real," Zhao Ying said soothingly, her gentle voice reassuring in the dead of night.

Su Lu inhaled deeply, gradually steadied her breathing, and after a few sips of water, lay back down to the sound of Zhao Ying’s comforting voice.

In fact, Su Lu was still somewhat groggy, so she didn’t make a sound, as if paralyzed by fear. With Zhao Ying’s reassurance, she soon fell asleep again.

But it was not long before she woke up startled again, in exactly the same state as before.

This made Zhao Ying worried. Concerned that Su Lu would remain in this state, she could only wake her up to become fully alert, "Qianqian, wake up, let’s not sleep now, let’s stay awake for a while."

Zhao Ying also brought over a wet towel to wipe her face.

Finally, Su Lu became fully clear-headed from the previous muddled state.

Her gaze sharpened, but her complexion was still pale from the previous fright and turmoil.

"You scared me to death." Zhao Ying hugged her, "Is it because... you’re not used to this? Should I make a bed on the floor?"

Zhao Ying was only concerned that her daughter wasn’t used to having her nearby; she herself didn’t mind sleeping on the floor—in fact, she could go without sleep entirely. When she first started caring for Su Lu in the hospital, she stayed awake throughout the night due to concern for her daughter.

After a few seconds of silence, Su Lu slowly shook her head, "It’s not that. It’s not because of you, Mom, I..."

"Yes, tell Mom what’s wrong, what did you dream about?"