Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 285: No One Knows a Daughter Better Than Her Mother

Chapter 285: Chapter 285: No One Knows a Daughter Better Than Her Mother

Su Zhe arched an eyebrow at the words. "Who said I remain unflustered? You really think highly of me—I’d absolutely lose color if the sky were falling in front of me."

Qiao Li seemed to be in good spirits and laughed upon hearing Su Zhe’s comment.

Su Zhe turned to Su Lu, who had become somewhat silent, and saw the despondency on her face. He then said, "Okay, you don’t need to rush to bring Xiao Le back. You should go back and rest first. Your complexion looks terrible after being up most of the night. I’ll take care of Xiao Le for now. We don’t want him to worry about you when he sees you like this."

Su Lu nodded, as Zhao Xiaole was still asleep. She didn’t want to wake her son up and bring him back.

"Alright, then I’ll go back and get some rest and come back for Xiao Le after I wake up," said Su Lu, and turned to Qiao Li, "Brother Qiao, are you going back or...? If you’re heading back, take my car keys."

"He can make do at my place, it’s so late," stated Su Zhe. "Stop worrying."

"Okay." Su Lu obediently nodded, said goodbye to Qiao Li, and left Su Zhe’s side.

Once she left, Su Zhe turned to Qiao Li and teased him with a smile, "Aren’t you something, getting burned to a crisp to block a cigarette?"

Qiao Li touched his nose and smiled, "It all happened so suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything else at the moment."

"Stop it," Su Zhe said. "You sometimes think faster than I do. You couldn’t think of another way? Was it a trick to gain sympathy by getting hurt?"

Qiao Li fell silent for a few seconds, then laughed helplessly, "You can’t be fooled. It’s just that there was no other way."

But Qiao Li’s eyes brightened, not feeling any regret for the pain he went through, his gaze filled with joy as he said, "I feel like Lulu might, just might agree. She seemed... quite worried about me, a bit distracted the whole way."

Su Zhe watched his old friend’s expression and glanced at the bandages on Qiao Li’s hand, not having the heart to dampen Qiao Li’s enthusiasm.

To be honest, Su Zhe did not think the ploy of getting hurt was a clever stratagem, especially since it had resulted in a burn.

But seeing the light in Qiao Li’s eyes, Su Zhe remained silent.

It had to be said, Su Zhe saw things too clearly, perhaps because he knew Su Lu too well.

When Su Lu returned home, she didn’t immediately go to her bedroom to sleep. Instead, she went straight to the sofa and sat there quietly for a long while without moving, just sitting in silence.

Her gaze was empty, devoid of focus, as if her thoughts had long since drifted far away.

After an unknown span of time lost in thought, she came to her senses, stood up, and went to her room to sleep.

Indeed, she was tired. Not long after lying in bed, she fell into a deep sleep.

Her dreams were restless, filled with that terrible sizzling sound.

And the muffled groans of pain, but in the dream, it wasn’t the face of Qiao Li after he was injured.

In her dream, she exclaimed, "Brother Qiao, are you alright?"

Then the man who turned around was not Qiao Li, but...

"Ah Shen..."

It was as if she only called out his name in her dreams.

And the dream was terrifying; Bo Jingshen’s back appeared as if it had been corroded, looking like swirling black vortexes.

She continuously heard that sizzling, corroding sound, and Bo Jingshen’s pained voice, stifled in his throat.

It kept repeating, over and over again.

Bo Jingshen suffered endless torment in her dreams, and she could do nothing but watch, just watch...

Su Lu lay in bed, deeply trapped in a nightmare, her head gently shaking, her forehead already covered in cold sweat, her brows tightly furrowed.

At last, she cried out in alarm and woke up violently, "Ah Shen! Don’t!"

Su Lu gasped for air, sitting up in bed, her back already soaked with cold sweat.

She clenched the sheets tightly.

How long had it been since she had dreamed of this? How long since she had dreamed about Bo Jingshen?

Until today when she heard the sound of Su Jiao stubbing out a cigarette on Qiao Li’s arm, smelled the burnt scent, heard Qiao Li’s muffled groans of pain.

All these were like keys after keys, prying open the memories she had always kept in her heart, unwilling to dwell on.

So much so that she was already somewhat absent-minded on the way back from the hospital.

She had just plunged into a nightmare.

Su Lu slowly steadied her breathing, but her fingers never loosened their grip on the bedsheet; her lips pursed lightly, as if she had been deeply wronged, her eyes gradually reddening, bit by bit.

She was someone who so disliked crying and showing weakness.

After taking several deep breaths to calm her emotions, she pursed her lips, picked up her phone, and dialed a number.

It rang only three times before it was answered.

A woman’s sleepy, muffled voice came from the other end, "Hello? Qianqian, what’s wrong?"

Su Lu then realized the time, "Mom, did I disturb your sleep? I’ll call again in the daytime."

The sound of rustling came through, clearly Zhao Ying had already sat up in bed, "It’s fine, what’s up? Why are you calling me so late, did something happen?"

Zhao Ying was always infinitely gentle with her, easily smoothing out Su Lu’s emotions.

"I... I shouldn’t have come back to Feng City," Su Lu said softly.

Zhao Ying listened and after a few seconds of silence, her voice smiling, "You see, the word you used is ’back,’ which proves that you always have a sense of belonging to Feng City, so sooner or later you were going to return. Since it’s inevitable, there’s no question of whether you should or shouldn’t. What, is something upsetting you in Feng City?"

"Mhm," Su Lu responded, then slowly spoke about the affairs of the Su Family, Su Yukan’s illness, Zhu Xinyan’s betrayal, Su Jiao’s origins, and today’s actions of Su Jiao.

Zhao Ying’s voice turned heavy and somewhat angry on the other end, "The nerve of her! To think of burning you with a cigarette? Are you alright?"

"I’m fine, Qiao Li’s arm got badly blistered," Su Lu said, "I owe him a big favor."

Zhao Ying laughed on the other end, "You should know, Qiao Li wants more than just a favor, right?"

"I... know," Su Lu replied, then fell silent. After a moment, she asked Zhao Ying a question, "Because Qiao Li is Su Zhe’s friend, Su Zhe seems to be a bit keen on setting us up. Mom, do you think I should give Qiao Li a chance too?"

There was no immediate reply from the other end.

"Mom?"

"Qianqian, do you really think, if you were to nod to Qiao Li, are you giving Qiao Li a chance?" Zhao Ying suddenly asked this.

Su Lu was puzzled for a moment, "What?"

Zhao Ying took a deep breath, sighing deeply, "If you nod to Qiao Li, are you really giving Qiao Li a chance, or are you giving yourself a chance? Nearly six years have passed, and you still haven’t moved on. Mom wants to ask you, about today’s incident with Qiao Li’s injury, were you purely worried for Qiao Li, or did it remind you of something else?"

Su Lu felt the saying ’a mother knows her daughter best’ was undeniable.