Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 269: Seeing

"What’s going on with you?" Cheng Yan, normally so composed, was somewhat shocked and completely baffled, "Why do you look neither human nor ghost?"

Yan Sui had met with Cheng Yan first, so now he was standing next to Cheng, "Yeah, you look horrible... You aren’t sick, are you? If you’re sick, don’t push yourself, Cheng Yan and I can handle it."

Jiang Li waved his hand, "I’m fine, let’s go. I won’t drive; I’ll go with you."

It was already not easy for him to drive here to meet them; if he had to drive tens of kilometers more, Jiang Li felt he couldn’t handle it.

"Alright then," Cheng Yan nodded, "You can sleep during the ride, your complexion... How long have you not slept?"

Jiang Li didn’t make a sound, only shook his head, then got into the car and curled up in the back seat.

Since returning from the hospital, Jiang Li hadn’t closed his eyes for a minute.

He couldn’t sleep at all, his mind was a mess, and every time he closed his eyes, he saw Ying Xi’s disappointed face.

Jiang Li had thought about going to talk to Ying Xi but he didn’t.

He couldn’t. He didn’t know what he could say or should say; he couldn’t think clearly or understand anything.

So much remorse.

It was too profound, to the point that he didn’t know what to say.

But he also couldn’t sleep peacefully, so he kept tormenting himself, staying up until now. Honestly, if it weren’t for the alarm, he might have even forgotten about today’s important matter.

He was somewhat confused.

The car headed towards the suburbs, the scenery becoming more and more open.

Then they finally arrived in front of those gray walls, topped with layers of iron net and many cameras.

"Are we going inside or just waiting here?" Yan Sui didn’t know what to do next.

A few sporadic cars were parked at roadside spots, and Cheng Yan chose one closest to the main gate to park.

He said, "Let’s just wait here; he will come out."

Yan Sui nodded, "Okay." He glanced back at the rear seat, "Jiang Li has fallen into a deep sleep, huh? I’m going to step out for a smoke."

Yan Sui got out of the car, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, put one between his lips, lit it, and looked around aimlessly, never having imagined he would come to this place one day.

He smoked while his gaze wandered casually around until something caught his eye and made him raise his eyebrows slightly.

Just then, the gate opened.

A figure emerged, dressed in a gray shirt and black casual pants, with a short haircut.

Honestly, with that hairstyle, it really depends on the person and the attire.

Paired with that prisoner uniform with a number, no matter how you looked at him, he seemed unsavory.

But with the attire he was wearing now, a gray silk shirt, black cropped casual pants showing off his clear ankle bones and slender Achilles tendons, and slipping on a pair of off-white casual shoes, he didn’t have that unsavory feeling anymore, instead he appeared more neat and refined.

"Hey," Yan Sui tilted his chin up at him and snapped his fingers.

The man looked over in response to the sound, appearing even more slender. The collar of his silk shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his collarbones sharp as jagged blades.

"Come on over," Yan Sui was not the type to have a sullen face, it was not in his nature.

He smiled and waited for Bo Jingshen to come closer, then took a deep drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke towards him, "Come on, let’s dispel the bad luck!"

Bo Jingshen slightly furrowed his brows but didn’t dodge or flinch, allowing Yan Sui to go on huffing and puffing.

Cheng Yan also came over, proving to be far more reliable than Yan Sui. He went to the back of the car and opened the trunk, pulling out a large handful of branches.

Branches with leaves still attached—I had no idea where he had found them, or from which tree they’d been cut.

Anyway, with that large handful of leafy branches, he began to whip Bo Jingshen.

Bo Jingshen frowned but still stood in place, not dodging or flinching.

"What are you doing?" he said softly.

"Pomelo leaves, to dispel your bad luck," Cheng Yan replied, all business and serious.

Bo Jingshen: "...Yan Sui is one thing, but you too, following with such nonsense."

Cheng Yan: "..."

He was silent for two seconds; he was, of course, aware that this was out of character for someone known to be stable and meticulous, but still said, "Better safe than sorry."

"Fine then," Bo Jingshen said softly, his gaze sweeping lightly around him before pausing and then asking, "Jiang Li didn’t come?"

Cheng Yan replied, "Where are you searching? He didn’t drive here. He’s asleep in the back seat."

"Oh," Bo Jingshen said, not getting into the car immediately. After a few seconds of silence, he reached out to Yan Sui, "Give me one."

"Hm?" Yan Sui was startled, digging out a cigarette while skeptically asking, "I thought you quit? Mysteriously decided to quit smoking five years ago—why the sudden urge to smoke again?"

"To dispel bad luck, alright?" Bo Jingshen took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

The swirling light blue smoke blurred his vision; he seemed unfocused as his gaze drifted in one direction, going far off into the distance.

Without uttering another word, and with Cheng Yan naturally quiet, Yan Sui, as if sensing his mood, did not interrupt.

Only when Bo Jingshen had finished his cigarette did he exhale deeply, "Let’s go."

He pulled open the car door and slid into the back seat.

Jiang Li was finally stirred awake, "Huh...?" still a bit confused, he squinted to see clearly who had sat next to him, and upon recognition, he was utterly shocked and snapped fully awake, "I... holy shit! Brother Shen?! How are you... Eh, wait—I specifically came to pick you up, I..."

He had actually fallen asleep.

Jiang Li couldn’t help but glance at Cheng Yan and Yan Sui, "You guys didn’t even call me!"

"Seeing you sleeping so soundly," Yan Sui chuckled, "Besides, he came out on his own, were you planning to wake up and carry him out in your arms like a princess?"

Bo Jingshen lowered his eyes, his voice soft, "Yan Sui, how have you become even more malicious?"

"I’m proud of it," Yan Sui declared shamelessly proud.

As Cheng Yan drove out of the parking spot, Bo Jingshen turned his head to look behind.

Jiang Li quickly pulled his head back, "Don’t look back! What are you looking at, what’s there to see! This isn’t a nice place, why are you so reluctant to leave! There’s nothing good to look at! Don’t look back! It’s a bad omen! Bad luck! I specifically checked on this, you really shouldn’t look back when leaving a place like this!"

Jiang Li was quite agitated, clearly believing in this superstition.

But only Bo Jingshen knew, perhaps Yan Sui guessed too, what he was looking at.

Yan Sui, as a pilot, had exceptional vision; that casual glance before smoking had caught sight of someone in a parked car not too far away—the person wearing a hat seemed... could it be Su Lu?

And Bo Jingshen, from that soft glance earlier, didn’t know if it was just his imagination, but in a car, he saw someone wearing a hat, that hat... it was his hat.