Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 270: Remembered

Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Remembered

The cap wasn’t purchased, but obtained overseas, when Cheng Yan used to participate in racing competitions to earn money. Occasionally, some races would distribute these types of merchandise to the contestants, better ones would give racing suits, and many would hand out caps like this or canvas bags.

Usually, the competition’s LOGO would be printed on them. Although they weren’t worth much, these items were typically not available for purchase.

The cap that Bo Jingshen briefly glimpsed inside that car was such a race merchandise cap, and moreover, that competition had already been discontinued several years earlier.

This cap had also become a discontinued model, by rights, there shouldn’t be many in the country.

Bo Jingshen remembered he owned one, but for the moment, he couldn’t recall where he had put his cap.

And the one that man wore looked strikingly familiar.

So familiar that it seemed like it was his own cap, and perhaps forming an illusion, even the missing piece in the upper right corner of the printed LOGO seemed identical.

Bo Jingshen sat in the backseat, lost in thought, and remained silent.

Jiang Li rambled on about various things beside him, which Bo Jingshen hardly listened to, so he didn’t even know what Jiang Li was actually talking about. But having someone talk incessantly beside him provided a grounding feeling.

The very real feeling of being in the world outside the walls.

It temporarily eased his worry that this might be a dreamy illusion, and that upon waking up, everything around him would remain unchanged, still confined within the cramped space of the prison cell, the large shared sleeping area, the uniformly issued personal effects making life’s purpose seem lost in the monotonous repetition.

He didn’t know how long had passed when suddenly, a piece of tofu was presented in front of him.

The light scent of the soy product wafted into his nose, bringing Bo Jingshen back from his thoughts, his gaze slowly shifting aside.

What he saw was Jiang Li’s weary face, bloodshot eyes, pale lips, and a slightly hopeful look.

Jiang Li held a slice of water tofu up to Bo Jingshen.

Without turning his head, Bo Jingshen’s eyes slid aside, "What are you doing?"

He asked in a soft voice.

Jiang Li gravely said, "Tofu, tofu! It’s for warding off bad luck, isn’t it? You’re supposed to eat it after getting released from prison. I saw it in Korean dramas, so eat it quickly. I bought it first thing this morning."

In reality, it wasn’t that early, because he had almost forgotten to come pick up Bo Jingshen today, nearly causing a delay, but he still believed in the custom. Thus, he found a market on his way and dashed in to buy a block of water tofu.

"That’s in Korean dramas, do you live inside a Korean drama?" Bo Jingshen glanced at the tofu, completely indifferent.

Jiang Li frowned, "Come on, just eat it! Why are you being so unreasonable? It’s not like I’m asking you to eat it many times."

But Bo Jingshen remained utterly indifferent, causing Jiang Li to insistently push the tofu closer to his mouth.

Finally, Bo Jingshen, unable to tolerate any more, reached out and stopped Jiang Li’s movement.

His brows knotted as he turned and looked at Jiang Li, "Jiang Er, do you know how often I had to eat tofu inside, each week? At least three days, all kinds of tofu. I’ve had enough. Stop it."

Jiang Li made a sound of acknowledgment. He actually dared not ask about Brother Shen’s days inside, so hearing Brother Shen bring it up made Jiang Li feel embarrassed, and he could only lower his hand that had been holding the tofu.

Bo Jingshen kept pondering and looked out the window without speaking.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Li didn’t dare to say more and fell silent.

The car became quiet all at once, until Cheng Yan spoke after getting onto the ramp, "If you’re not planning to take a nap, there’s a file bag at the back. It contains documents that need your review; you can go through them first."

Bo Jingshen softly acknowledged and took the file bag.

With his attention elsewhere, he opened it. Then, his entire body froze as he suddenly realized something.

His eyes widened!

"Stop the car!" Bo Jingshen urgently exclaimed.

"Ah?" Jiang Li was taken aback.

Cheng Yan was also stunned, "What?"

"Stop the car, I said stop the car!" Bo Jingshen hurriedly added another sentence.

The car did not stop, and although Bo Jingshen was agitated, Cheng Yan was a very steady person. So, Cheng Yan did not even think about stopping the car, nor did the speed change at all.

He continued to drive, his voice still calm, "We’re on an overpass, we can’t stop here. No matter what, you have to wait until we get off the overpass."

"Yeah, Brother Shen, what’s wrong?" Jiang Li asked.

It was only Yan Sui, who seemed to have guessed something, just looked at Bo Jingshen without saying much else.

Bo Jingshen took a few deep breaths and had calmed down, no longer asking to stop the car.

The reason he had lost his composure earlier was because... he remembered.

He finally remembered where he had left his hat.

If he wasn’t mistaken, it was the last time he went to Su Lu’s former residence.

He had already returned from abroad by then, afflicted with an injury that got infected, was critically ill, and was recovering from a severe sickness with a weakened body, half of his back scarred by acid.

Instead of continuing treatment abroad, he chose to return to his country for treatment.

Although it was his choice, although he once again pushed her away on the pretext of ’it’s for her own good,’

Although it was all his choice, even the pain was a pain he chose.

But it was still too painful. The treatment was too painful, and his heart was too painful.

The longing was too painful.

He missed her so much, it felt like even breathing was painful. Every minute, every second, pain wouldn’t stop, pain as if he couldn’t go on living.

So, he sneaked out of the hospital to come here, waiting outside, night after night, day after day.

He didn’t ask for much, didn’t plan to bother her or speak to her again or entangle her.

He just wanted to see her one more time, feeling like if he could see her again, he could get one more breath in suffocation, one that could keep him alive.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t wait for her.

Eventually, he couldn’t bear it any longer and asked the doorman.

That’s when he knew, she must have left.

She left.

He had finally... completely pushed her away.

Then the pain was unbearable. That evening, he arrived at the door of her former residence, figured out the password for the door lock, and entered the house that, from decor to furniture, was very cozy, not too big.

He sat curled up on the sofa all night, holding a piece of her clothing he had found in the closet, sat there all night.

The next morning, he only took this piece of clothing, a piece even Su Lu might not remember.

After a sleepless night and driven by emotions, and also not being in a good physical state, he was somewhat delirious, and so he left his hat behind.

It hung unclaimed in that unreturned home, on the coat rack in the entryway, hung there for over five, nearly six years.