Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 255: How to Start Speaking?

Chapter 255: Chapter 255: How to Start Speaking?

"What... What?" Su Lu spoke in a somewhat flustered manner, her eyes uncontrollably flicking toward Cheng Youran beside her.

She wasn’t aware of it herself, but she felt that her gaze might have been... almost panic-stricken.

Because, upon seeing her expression, Zhao Xiaole’s initially joyous smiling face stiffened, a few shades of helpless caution bleeding through, "Mom, are you unhappy... If you’re not happy, I won’t look anymore."

Even though the man who dominated the large canvases should be his father, Zhao Xiaole hadn’t always been so despondent, but what child wouldn’t be curious about their father? Especially a boy.

But if it made his mom unhappy, he would stop looking. He would stop being curious.

For him, Su Xiaolu was the most important.

"It’s okay, Mommy isn’t unhappy." Su Lu mustered a smile, though it was a bit stiff, but it was undeniably tender, as she picked up her son, "Zhao Xiaole can look at whatever he wants."

But Zhao Xiaole had already firmly decided that looking at those paintings would upset Su Xiaolu, so he no longer wanted to look or be curious.

However, the outline of the man in the paintings was already deeply etched in his heart.

After a while, Su Lu made hot oatmeal for Zhao Xiaole to drink. Worn out and sleepy, he was lulled to sleep in her arms, and then, comfortably and soundly, he was put down on the sofa.

Only then did Su Lu stand up.

Cheng Youran’s voice was tinged with apology, kept very low, "Lu, sorry about that, I totally forgot about this."

Cheng Youran sighed softly, "The thing is, I thought those paintings, no matter what, had significant meaning for you, so I didn’t deal with them rashly. Before bringing Xiaole here, I forgot about them. I even took the initiative to show him around; I really am a fool."

"It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself." Su Lu offered her a smile.

Of course, she knew Cheng Youran didn’t do it on purpose. When she originally set up the house, she made sure the studio was cozy, and even had one wall decorated with beautiful murals.

If they were going to tour the house, naturally, the studio was worth seeing the most.

Su Lu walked toward the studio. To be honest, perhaps because her memory has intentionally blurred, she could hardly recall the layout of her own studio.

But after the earlier reminder, she had already anticipated the scene inside the studio.

So, when she reached the door of the studio, Su Lu took a deep breath, as if preparing herself psychologically.

Then she stepped in.

It wasn’t an excessively dramatic or hard-to-accept scene, but amongst the stack of frames propped up against the wall, there were indeed several portrait paintings.

The man in the portraits had a strikingly handsome side profile, and because she brought her own feelings into the painting, every stroke was delicately applied.

Su Lu’s eyes lingered on this painting. She thought she would remain composed, but upon seeing that face, her heart skipped a beat, not with fluttering, but...

It seemed that, at any time, whenever she saw him, there would always be this feeling of her heartbeat racing.

Rather than calling it fluttering, it was more like she was never able to completely calm her feelings toward this person.

"Or... should I throw them out for you?" Cheng Youran tentatively suggested.

Su Lu smiled and glanced at her, "It’s too late to throw it away now anyway, since Zhao Xiaole has already seen it."

Cheng Youran waved his hand, "I was worried it would affect your mood if you saw them."

"What sort of mood could they affect, they’re just a few paintings." Su Lu paused, "And I painted them quite well."

"Are you being serious or joking?" Cheng Youran looked at her somewhat uncertainly.

Su Lu turned and smiled at her, "What do you think, am I serious or joking?"

Cheng Youran stared at her intently for a moment, finally convinced, and nodded, "Alright, as long as your mood isn’t affected, that’s all that matters."

After a moment of thought, Cheng Youran asked again, "Do you really not plan to talk to Xiao Le?"

"Talk about what?"

"About... As he grows up, he’s naturally curious about his dad."

"Yes." Su Lu sighed, "It’s not that I’m unwilling to talk, it’s just that I’m not ready yet, on how to go about it."

Cheng Youran turned and looked at Su Lu, "How to go about what?"

"How should I phrase it? What kind of words should I use? What words can make a child understand that Dad didn’t abandon you, Dad just doesn’t want Mom anymore, and at that time, you happened to be in Mommy’s belly?" Su Lu expressed her helplessness, her usually gentle and serene smile finally tinged with a trace of bitterness.

"Just... tell the truth? It’s not good to lie, right?" Cheng Youran suggested.

Su Lu knew as well; she had always taught her child that it was okay to remain silent rather than answer, but never to lie.

"Yes, I can’t lie. But I’m afraid to see the disappointment in Zhao Xiaole’s eyes, this child..." Su Lu glanced at the child who had already fallen asleep on the sofa, then continued, "From his reaction just now, you must have seen it, he’s just like every little boy, they all have a hero complex about their dads. They always think their dad is a great hero, and even if he’s never made an appearance, there must be some critical mission that he’s on, off to save the world, save a planet, save a galaxy or something..."

Su Lu raised her hand to press the bridge of her nose, "I’ve never demeaned his dad in front of Zhao Xiaole, so Zhao Xiaole also has such fantasies, always imagining his dad as a great hero. How can I make him not disappointed without lying?"

Cheng Youran was at a loss for a response, after opening her mouth and saying nothing for a moment, she then heaved a sigh, "Maybe it’s better not to talk about it for now."

"Yes, maybe it’s better not to talk about it for now."

That day, Su Lu and Zhao Xiaole stayed over, and of course, Cheng Youran kept them company.

Su Lu even made an exception and allowed Zhao Xiaole to enjoy a meal of fast-food fried chicken that she normally wouldn’t let him eat, and the child was extremely happy.

The next morning, Su Zhe’s call came, planning to come pick them up.

Cheng Youran said on the side, "Don’t bother picking us up. The two of them are with me, we’ll go straight to the hospital together later, and we can meet there."

Su Zhe thought for a moment, "Alright then, see you at the hospital."

After breakfast, Su Lu took Cheng Youran’s car to the hospital together.

Zhao Xiaole was a bit curious, "Mom, who are you and uncle going to meet later?"

"We’re going to see someone annoying, you wouldn’t like him, so just stay with your godmother, okay? Once uncle and I are finished, I’ll take you to eat and play somewhere nice." Su Lu said.

Zhao Xiaole hummed, "Is it compensation for me?"

Su Lu laughed, "No, it’s compensation for me. Because seeing someone I dislike certainly won’t put me in a good mood, I’ll need to make up for it."