Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 254 Once Loved to……

Chapter 254: Chapter 254 Once Loved to......

But of course, everything had already passed.

The small, soft hand held in hers next to her was the best proof.

Zhao Xiaole peeked around the entryway, his expression one of considerable curiosity, "Su Xiaolu, did you use to live here?"

"Yes, I used to live here," Su Lu said with a smile as she nodded.

"By yourself?"

"Yes... Ah, no," Su Lu suddenly shook her head.

Zhao Xiaole looked at her with bright, expectant eyes.

Su Lu knew he was hoping to hear some stories about his father.

Zhao Xiaole wasn’t lacking in love; he had been surrounded by it since birth.

Therefore, he seldom mentioned his father, not because he wasn’t curious, but because he felt that bringing him up might upset his mother, so he refrained from asking.

It was only very occasionally that he would show a bit of curiosity, like now.

How could Su Lu not see that? But she was bound to disappoint her son.

She reached out and gently touched his nose, "Of course, there was you too. For a while, you were already in mommy’s tummy."

Su Lu pointed with her fingertip, "About this big."

"Along with my sister?" asked Zhao Xiaole.

She didn’t know how he had found out—perhaps he had overheard Zhao Ying or some other elder mention it by chance. She was supposed to have twins, but one couldn’t be saved.

And Zhao Xiaole had always believed that was his sister.

Children’s statements are always so innocent, filled with childlike wonder.

Upon learning of the existence of the sibling that couldn’t be saved, he once held Su Lu’s finger and earnestly said, "Mommy, my sister must have gone to heaven to live with the stars. Grandma said that place is full of flowers, more beautiful than here. My sister living among the flowers with the stars won’t be lonely."

Initially, Su Lu didn’t have strong feelings for the child that couldn’t be saved. After all, compared to Zhao Xiaole, who had once been alive and kicking inside her, whom she had spent countless days and nights with—the one that hadn’t had a chance to form before disappearing...

Indeed, it was hard for her to feel as deeply for the lost child, perhaps because she never saw its little face on a four-dimensional ultrasound, never felt it stretch its limbs inside her, never experienced being kicked in the stomach so hard she nearly threw up.

Therefore, there wasn’t as much emotion.

But back then, upon hearing Zhao Xiaole’s innocent words, Su Lu couldn’t help but tear up.

And afterwards, Zhao Xiaole never forgot about the sister he never got the chance to meet.

He would often mention her, saying she would have liked this or that. If his sister were here, she would surely want to try it. If his sister were here...

Su Lu gradually became used to it, to the extent that she even started to feel a real sense of presence for the child she never got the chance to meet.

It was a connection fostered by Zhao Xiaole’s emotions.

So now, upon hearing Zhao Xiaole’s words, Su Lu thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, that’s right, your sister was there at the time. You and your sister were both in my tummy."

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaole’s disappointment at not hearing news about his father dissipated, replaced by sparkling, joyful eyes.

As if when he was just a tiny fertilized egg, he really could have had some kind of bond with his sister, also just a fertilized egg; as if he could actually retain any memories from that time.

"Come on, godmother will give you a tour," Cheng Youran took Zhao Xiaole’s hand and walked in.

Su Lu, however, didn’t follow them. She walked at a measured pace in the living room, her fingers gently touching the tall cabinet and then the sofa.

Cheng Youran often had someone clean the place, so it was very clean, without a trace of dust.

But a house has a feeling to it, living in it or not gives a completely different, almost mystical feeling, as if the sense of human presence and life could actually be seen and touched.

So despite being clean, the house still emitted a certain desolate chill because it was often uninhabited.

Su Lu sat down on the sofa, very comfortably.

This was the sofa she personally selected, going to the furniture store herself, trying each one, and finally choosing the one that offered the best overall sitting experience. Nestling on it felt too good, like she could live there all day.

"Ah..." Su Lu sighed in comfort.

The tip of her foot, adorned in house slippers, lightly pressed into the soft carpet in front of the sofa, and then, those comfortable expressions, the smile at the corner of her mouth, suddenly froze.

It was only a moment, but her memory flashed back.

Before her eyes, as if a scene appeared suddenly, right in this very room, this living room.

The bedroom door opened, and out came a still-young herself from five years ago.

She had just gotten out of bed not long ago, and was startled as soon as she stepped out, to see a man lying on the sofa, sleeping deeply, as if he was sleeping so heavily because he had drunk too much.

The entire person seemed not at all comfortable.

She didn’t even know how he got in, or when, and she had other things to do. But she couldn’t spare the thought, because he seemed so uncomfortable.

Even then, still considered young herself, during that time, there were already many estrangements, plenty of distance between her and this man.

Yet, her first instinct was to make him a pot of hangover soup, hoping he’d feel a bit better after waking up and drinking it.

The scenes from back then flashed in front of Su Lu’s eyes, leaving her somewhat bemused, somewhat sighing in reflection.

Was the expression on her face really so tender at that time? Even filled with a little joy?

Over the years, she had not dwelled on it, until she returned to this city where things had changed, to this house where people had changed.

It was only after those old memories flashed before her eyes that Su Lu realized, she had loved him so much.

It turns out that Su Lu, whose heart had been as still as dead water for years, had once loved someone so passionately, so intensely.

Loved enough to tolerate his secrets. Loved enough to want to elope with him, loved to the point where she was nearly beaten to death by Su Yukan.

Loved enough, to live and die for him.

Loved until...

"Mommy!" A cute little face like Yuxue peeked out from the door, smiling and waving at her, "Come quick!"

Yes, loved to the extent that even if she couldn’t be with him, she wanted to take the risky chance of giving birth to a child bearing his bloodline.

"Hmm? Coming. What is it?" Su Lu stood up, collected her emotions, and walked gently toward her son with a soft smile.

"There are your paintings in here!" Zhao Xiaole’s voice was filled with excitement.

Speaking of the paintings she had made in this room... Su Lu’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes suddenly wide open.