Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 240 Zhao Xiaole

Chapter 240: Chapter 240 Zhao Xiaole

Cheng Yan looked at Jiang Li’s message and didn’t reply.

He really wasn’t keen on taking on responsibilities. Although he always did his job well, when it came to matters outside of work, especially personal issues, Cheng Yan was even less willing to get involved.

Soon, Jiang Li sent another message, "Maybe we shouldn’t mention it to him for now, let’s wait until he’s out."

Only then did Cheng Yan type a message on the screen, "You say."

"What do you mean, I say?"

"You tell him when the time comes."

Knowing Cheng Yan’s reluctance to take on things, Jiang Li could only agree, "Fine, I’ll handle it."

It had been over five years, things that should have faded probably had faded already.

Su Lu was unaware of all this as she drove her car, whose taillight was broken, towards the intended destination. When she arrived at the childcare center, the guard at the gate was startled.

"Wow, Miss Su, your car is quite stylish."

"Don’t tease me about it." Su Lu got out of her car after parking and said with a bitter smile, "By the way, do you have any tools here?"

"Tools? What tools? You’re not planning to fix the car yourself, are you?" The guard looked at her skeptically.

Su Lu waved her hand, "No way, someone rear-ended me on the road, and the vase overturned. It had the kids’ homework in it, I had no idea what to do."

"Hey, let me help you take a look." The guard rolled up his sleeves and came over to help.

Half an hour later.

The young teacher with a ponytail sidled up to Su Lu and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay, though?"

"I’m fine, it wasn’t a bad crash, I wasn’t hurt." Su Lu said, "But this homework... Teacher Qian, please cut me some slack."

"No worries, no worries, I’ve seen Zhao Xiaole’s growth diary. He did very well, I know he completed his homework properly." Teacher Qian said.

Su Lu was relieved, "Thank you so much."

Teacher Qian smiled helplessly, "I don’t have an issue here, but over at Xiaole’s side it might..."

As Teacher Qian spoke, she glanced over at a little figure sitting by the small long table.

Su Lu also looked at the little figure, her expression a mix of adoration and helplessness. She pressed her temples, "Yes, I’ll go over."

She walked to the small long table and sat down in the chair next to the little person. Since the table and chairs were designed for children, the chair was very low, and Su Lu’s legs were curled up in front of her, giving her a somewhat pitiful look.

"Xiao Le," Su Lu called to him.

The child, Zhao Xiaole, had a cute little face, his brow furrowed and lips pouted, clearly not very happy.

He turned to look at Su Lu, "Su Xiaolu, what are you doing... Are you doubting my intelligence?"

Zhao Xiaole stretched out his little hand and pointed at the small flowerpot on the table, "We planted watermelon seedlings, but these are clearly bean sprouts. Do you think you can fool me just because I’m young..."

Su Lu sighed, scratching her head somewhat embarrassedly. She too felt that it was inappropriate, but earlier, the gatekeeper had assured her it would work. The little watermelon seedlings originally in the pot couldn’t be saved anymore.

The gatekeeper had taken a few bean sprouts, which he was going to use for cooking, and planted them in the small flowerpot.

Zhao Xiaole had always been smart, and Su Lu knew there was no fooling him, but the gatekeeper meant well...

Su Lu gently brushed Zhao Xiaole’s soft black hair from his forehead, "No, no, Xiaole is so smart, how could I possibly doubt your intelligence? It’s just that Uncle Gatekeeper was worried you wouldn’t have your homework done, he meant well. I just couldn’t say no."

Zhao Xiaole turned to look at her, sighed like a little grown-up after a while, shook his head with a trace of scorn as if lamenting her naivety, and said, "You always don’t know how to say no. You’ll suffer for it one day!"

Su Lu laughed at his antics, scratched his nose, and picked him up, "Talking like such a grown-up, who taught you to say that?"

Zhao Xiaole giggled around her neck, "Uncle."

"Big uncle, second uncle, or cousin uncle?" Su Lu asked.

Zhao Xiaole kissed her cheek, "All three uncles have said it. So you see, you just don’t know how to refuse."

Su Lu kissed his little cheek, "Yes, yes, I just don’t know how to refuse. Otherwise, yesterday afternoon, when a certain little friend wanted ice cream, I should have said no."

Zhao Xiaole was momentarily stumped, his round eyes blinking, seemingly unsure of what to say next. After a moment, he pouted slightly, "Hmm."

Su Lu was endeared and turned to look at Teacher Qian.

Teacher Qian smiled gently nearby, "Then, Xiaole, go home with Mommy, okay? Do you remember what teacher taught today? I’ll quiz you next time you come."

Zhao Xiaole obediently nodded, "I remember. Bye, Teacher Qian."

Leaving the childcare center, Zhao Xiaole stared at the broken taillight of Su Lu’s car in surprise, then gave her a thorough once-over before he finally stopped calling her Su Xiaolu in such a grown-up manner.

His voice was noticeably anxious, his tones drawn long, his infantile voice speeding up, "Mommy, Mommy, you’re not hurt, are you?"

"No, it’s not that serious. I can still come to pick you up from class," Su Lu said, laughing as she rubbed his head, opened the car’s rear door, and secured him into the car seat.

As they drove out of the childcare center’s parking lot, the little guy didn’t forget to lower the window and graciously thank the gatekeeper, "Uncle Gatekeeper, thank you for the bean sprouts."

The gatekeeper laughed heartily, "You’re welcome, you’re welcome. Don’t be sad, I’ll get you some watermelon seeds next time and grow some watermelon seedlings for you."

On the way out, Zhao Xiaole quickly realized they were not heading home. He wiggled his hands and feet, laughing, "Oh! Oh! Going to Grandma’s place!"

"Grandma said she made a lot of tasty food, just waiting for us to come," Su Lu said, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

Even now, after more than five years, Su Lu still felt time had flown by amazingly fast.

The time she thought would be difficult and agonizing had passed much faster than expected, so fast it even made her a bit regretful.

If only it could slow down a bit. The child was growing up fast, and she wished she could linger in these adorable years a little longer.

Su Lu herself hadn’t changed her surname; these days, for adults, changing names was too much trouble.

But Su Lu gave her child her mother Zhao Ying’s surname, and Xiaole was the name Zhao Ying chose for him.