Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 290: Turn Away and Leave

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Turn Away and Leave

That was a lean silhouette sitting at the bar stool by the floor-to-ceiling window, facing in the direction of the window, the silence around him permeating with solitude.

He was wearing a plain, cotton-linen round-necked shirt and black cropped trousers that wrapped around his slender legs, revealing sharply defined ankles. Sitting on the high stool, his long legs seemed to have nowhere to go but to curl up under the table on the footrest.

Su Lu almost froze the instant she saw that silhouette. Alarms went off in her mind, yet at the same time, she felt a deep sense of sorrow, it was truly sorrowful.

Su Lu couldn’t help thinking, "All I did was glance at him once in front of the detention center, just one look, and now I can recognize his silhouette with just one glance..."

Perhaps, even if she hadn’t seen him at the detention center, she might still have recognized him.

Some people are like poison, irresistible, with even forgetting seeming luxurious.

Next to him sat a slender woman, appearing fragile and delicate. Her long hair was casually tied back, wearing a thin dress that outlined her spine distinctly, revealing her extraordinarily slender figure.

The woman seemed tall but not hunched, her long, fair neck as graceful as a swan’s. From this angle, only a slight contour of her side face was visible, her features indistinct.

But beauty is said to lie in the bones rather than the skin, so even without seeing her face directly, even just from this glimpse of her profile and her physique, it wasn’t hard to guess she was a beautiful woman.

"Zhao Qianqian, what’s wrong?" Zhao Xiaole saw Su Lu freeze upon entering and couldn’t help but gently tug on her sleeve, looking up at her with some confusion.

Zhao Xiaole’s way of addressing her was always a bit off—probably a family custom he picked up from his grandma, after all, Zhao Ying also oscillantly calls Manager Shen, Young Master Shen, Shen Jingbing...

Su Lu met her son’s gaze, forced a smile, and said, "Baby, how about we go eat at another place? I just remembered there’s a good place nearby that I’ve been wanting to try. We can... come here next time, okay?"

Su Lu’s voice was soft.

Zhao Xiaole’s brows furrowed into a knot, "But we’re already here..."

He felt a bit regretful, especially since he had already seen those tempting pictures of desserts at the counter.

Still, he respected his mother’s wish, "Okay then, but you have to bring me here next time, okay? Don’t trick me."

"Of course I won’t trick you." Su Lu bent down and scooped up her son, hurriedly rushing out the door.

The bell on the door tinkled with the movement, and Su Lu couldn’t help but cautiously glance back. The man sitting by the window seemed undisturbed, and she quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

At the same time, she found herself somewhat ridiculous. It seemed like he was already starting a new life, and here she was, having done nothing wrong, yet tiptoeing around as if she had committed a crime.

To an outsider, it might seem as though she carried some terrible guilt.

...

In the small restaurant, at the bar stool by the window.

The young woman possessed a very beautiful face, but she looked too thin, which gave her an almost heartbreakingly desolate beauty, her eyes lacked much luster, instead displaying a sort of frail elegance.

She turned to the distracted man, "You were looking at that woman who just entered and then immediately left the door, do you know her?"

Bo Jingshen remained silent, his gaze fixed intently and directly ahead at the glass.

Su Lu, who had already left the small shop, wouldn’t know that this shop’s floor-to-ceiling window had a very light tint, which actually made it reflective. If one sat closer, they would see more clearly, similar to sitting as close as Bo Jingshen was, where looking at this glass was like looking at a mirror.

Earlier on, he had clearly seen in the glass reflection the woman who had entered through the door, watching her come in and then go out.

Of course, he also saw that exquisitely carved child, so adorable.

He simply couldn’t look away, even now, he continued to stare intently at the glass as if by doing so he could etch that image into his memory.

But at that moment, he didn’t even dare turn his eyes.

Like a child afraid of startling a butterfly, helpless and clumsy, he could only quietly and carefully watch.

Bo Jingshen did not respond to the words of the woman beside him, and the woman, not having received an answer from Bo Jingshen, didn’t seem to mind too much. It appeared she wasn’t particularly interested in the answer to begin with. She lifted her cup to take a sip but choked accidentally.

The severe coughing was heart-wrenching, and her breathing, which was originally very gentle, became so strained that it sounded almost like a high-pitched wheeze.

Bo Jingshen gently patted her back, and after a moment, she finally caught her breath, "Thank you..."

"You should go to the hospital and have a look," Bo Jingshen suggested indifferently, "You look half-dead."

She smiled, shook her head gently, her gaze very calm, that kind... an unusually serene calm that felt almost deathly silent, too quiet.

"The thing I hate the most is hospitals. After all, I’ve spent enough time in hospitals. Besides, I’ve heard that this is a constitutional issue, and they can’t really do anything about it. It would just be a waste of my time." She lifted her cup and took another sip, this time without choking. The warm liquid soothed her throat, and she sighed comfortably, "I’ve already had enough of my time wasted; time is too precious to me."

Bo Jingshen had no intention of continuing to persuade her. In fact, his previous words were just a casual mention because her coughing was severe and her complexion looked bad.

Seeing that she was reluctant, Bo Jingshen didn’t bring it up again, just casually changed the subject, "Since you said you don’t want to go back to Beijing, then stay in Feng City with me. I have no objections to that, it’s up to you."

"Wouldn’t that... be too much trouble for you?" she asked softly, glancing up at Bo Jingshen.

Bo Jingshen’s face retained an indifferent calm, almost detached, both his tone and the content of his speech lacking warmth, the calm tone combined with the content was almost cruel.

"No trouble, just don’t die in my house," Bo Jingshen said.

The woman pursed her lips. "You’re really too sharp-tongued."

Bo Jingshen raised an eyebrow slightly, ending the topic there. He didn’t intend to stay long, so he stood up, took out his cell phone and tinkered with it for a moment, then said to her, "I’ve sent the door lock code to your phone. Make yourself at home. I have other things to do, I have to go now."

After finishing saying this, he paid the bill and left, but he did not leave the neighborhood.

Instead, he wandered aimlessly around the area, harboring a stroke of luck.