Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 267: Decision

Chapter 267: Chapter 267: Decision

"He was sitting..." Su Zhe originally wanted to say it’s none of your damn business, don’t interfere, but he didn’t expect such a statement to come out, so his tone changed with shock, "...what?!"

Su Lu nodded.

"Really?" Su Zhe was somewhat incredulous, he truly couldn’t believe it.

Su Lu shook her head, "I don’t know. But I think Jiang Li has no reason to lie to me; he said he will be out of prison tomorrow."

"What do you think?" asked Su Zhe.

Compared to how Bo Jingshen was doing, whether it was true or not, or what his life had been like in these years, and why it had turned out this way, Su Zhe was not very interested.

He was more concerned about Su Lu’s thoughts.

"I haven’t thought much about it," Su Lu shook her head, pondered for a moment, and just when Su Zhe thought she wouldn’t say anything more, Su Lu added, "To be honest, I actually don’t want to know any news about him. Whether it’s good or bad, I don’t want to know."

Su Zhe gazed down at the expression on her face.

He saw in her expression an immeasurable sorrow that she struggled to hide, a sorrow so great that despite her efforts, it was still distinctly visible.

With a bitter smile, she said, "I know I’m no good, to put it crudely, just a weakling. I’d rather not know, keep my heart from softening, not know anything. But it seems like even the wind blows his news to me."

Su Zhe, holding the sleeping Zhao Xiaole in one arm and patting her hair with the other, looked at her with a pained expression and spoke softly, "Then go back to Beijing, I’ll ask Shen Xun to pick you up and take you back. Leave Xiaole with me and Zhao Tong, we’ll take him to spend the summer in Feng City. You can trust us, right?"

Of course, she trusted them.

Reason told her she should agree. Thus, Su Lu agreed, "Hmm, no need for a pick-up. I’ll just fly back on my own, brother, don’t worry about me. We originally came with you on this trip, we should be worrying about you, not the other way around."

"It’s not about reversing or correcting anything..." Su Zhe pressed the elevator button, and they entered the elevator and went upstairs.

He helped Su Lu and Zhao Xiaole into their home, planning to head back to the adjacent building to rest. Before leaving, Su Zhe helped put Zhao Xiaole on the soft, large bed and looked at Zhao Xiaole’s sleeping face.

Su Zhe thought for a moment and said in a low voice to Su Lu, "If you don’t plan on letting Zhao Xiaole recognize him..."

Before he could finish, Su Lu interrupted, "I don’t intend to."

Su Zhe: "..."

After a few seconds of silence, Su Zhe said, "Then don’t let Zhao Xiaole know about his existence. ’Never having had’ and ’having but not being able to obtain’ are not the same concept."

Su Lu nodded, "Don’t worry, I understand."

That night, Su Lu couldn’t sleep.

She rarely suffered from insomnia anymore or, since having Zhao Xiaole, had hardly experienced it at all, as there was no time left for insomnia after caring all night for a crying premature baby.

If she didn’t catch sleep whenever she could, her body couldn’t handle it.

So she rarely suffered from insomnia, having long learned to sleep whenever she could, often enjoying a comfortable nap while holding her son.

But that night, Su Lu couldn’t sleep, lying on the large bed and staring blankly at the ceiling.

Perhaps... she shouldn’t have returned here.

Even if she had come back to this city, perhaps she shouldn’t have moved back into this apartment.

Staying in a hotel might have spared her these troubles, as currently, she felt that if she walked out of the bedroom, she might see the past scenes, the man who had once drunkenly slept on her sofa.

At dawn.

Su Lu took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if she had finally made a decision.

She pulled out her phone, opened the map app, and after a few moments of hesitation, she typed in a few characters into the destination field — Feng City First Detention Center.

"We have optimized your route; destination Feng City First Detention Center, 37 kilometers from your current location."

Su Lu stared at the screen for a long time, finally pressing her phone screen to turn it off.

As daylight began to break outside, she finally closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Early in the morning,

Though it was early, it was only three hours later when Zhao Xiaole woke up feeling refreshed. Carefully, he climbed down from his bed and went to use the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

He could now use the bathroom and wash up by himself. After washing his face, he even applied some baby lotion, and once he was all fresh and fragrant, Zhao Xiaole thumped back to the bedroom, climbed onto the bed, cuddled up to Su Lu, and kissed her on the cheek.

Su Lu didn’t open her eyes, but she smiled, her voice lazy and husky, "Who smells so sweet?"

"It’s your baby," Zhao Xiaole giggled.

Su Lu elongated her voice playfully, "Oh~ so it’s my baby. Can my baby give me another kiss and make some delicious breakfast for me? Otherwise, I don’t want to get up."

"Okay, okay," Zhao Xiaole kissed Su Lu’s face again and then huffed and puffed as he got out of bed and headed to the kitchen.

Before long, he came back into the bedroom with a plate, which he placed on the nightstand. Climbing back onto the bed, he said, "Sleeping Beauty Mommy, now I’ll give you a kiss, and you wake up to eat breakfast."

Saying so, he kissed Su Lu’s forehead.

And then he counted down, "Three, two, one, wake up."

Su Lu scooped him up and showered him with kisses, "Oh my, how can my son be so adorable? He’s just too cute."

The little boy, flattered, said shyly, "Come on, get up and eat breakfast. The milk is too hot; it’s still in the microwave, and I dare not carry it."

"I’ll get it." Su Lu finally got up, still feeling sleepy since she had only had three hours of sleep.

But with such an adorable little guy, even fatigue couldn’t dampen her spirits.

Su Lu fetched the two cups of milk from the microwave.

Although she doted on Zhao Xiaole, she wasn’t indulgent without limits. Sometimes, she would playfully coax Zhao Xiaole to do some tasks on his own, like cleaning or making food for her.

It didn’t matter if the cleaning wasn’t perfect; what mattered was that he seriously participated in the task.

As for making food, it was always something that didn’t require cooking, like slices of bread, cheese, ham, and jam, just layering and spreading, and cutting the bread crust, all very safe tasks.

He would pour milk into a cup, heat it in the microwave, and call her when it was heated. She would take it out of the microwave to avoid him getting burned.

In any case, this was how she had always taught Zhao Xiaole, and he had grown accustomed to it and was especially eager to do things for his mom.

Because usually, after doing these things, his mom would be especially happy and lavish him with praise.

As expected, Su Lu praised him again.

Then, as Su Lu ate the sandwich her son had made, she asked him, "Mommy has some things to take care of today. Would it be okay if your godmother looks after you?"