Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 299: The Innocence of Children

Chapter 299: Chapter 299: The Innocence of Children

Zhao Xiaole immediately made a pitiful face, wrapping his arms around Su Lu’s neck and begging for mercy.

"Mama, mama, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry."

"And then what?"

Su Lu remained unmoved, raising an eyebrow as she asked.

Then came the soft press of the child’s lips on her cheek, smacking several kisses on her.

"I know I was wrong, I really do. When grandma arrives, could you maybe put in a good word for me?" Zhao Xiaole pleaded with earnest hand-rubbing, his sincere attitude apparent.

A faint smile formed on Su Lu’s lips, "Well, that will have to depend on your behavior, huh."

"Come on, help me out. You don’t want Grandma to worry either, right?" Zhao Xiaole reasoned persuasively, still hugging Su Lu’s neck and pleading, "Right? Right?"

Su Lu could only nod her head, "Alright, alright, I get it."

Zhao Xiaole then let out a hee-hee of laughter, and then came the question...

"So... when can I meet him?" Zhao Xiaole was still thinking about Bo Jingshen, whom he had met only once.

Su Lu couldn’t help thinking, could this be what they call blood is thicker than water?

The kid had never met Bo Jingshen, but he felt inherently drawn and curious about him. It probably started with curiosity. Because of the curiosity, he sought him out, and after realizing that Bo Jingshen wasn’t bad to him, he naturally felt close to him. A child’s thoughts are always so pure and innocent.

Zhao Xiaole gazed at his fingers and murmured softly, "Mainly, I thought he seemed really worried and scared at the time. If he sees with his own eyes that I’m alright, maybe he’ll feel more at ease?"

Su Lu looked down and saw worry rather than curiosity or closeness in her son’s eyes.

He hugged Su Lu’s neck and looked into her eyes, his round eyes filled with anxious concern, his voice betraying his apprehension, "Su Xiaolu, I saw it."

Su Lu was initially taken aback, but then came back to her senses, "Hmm? Saw what?"

"He was crying. He held me and didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t speak to comfort him..." Zhao Xiaole’s mouth twitched, seemingly recalling the man’s tears, which made him feel a bit sad too. A child’s mind is simple, easily swayed by others’ emotions.

Zhao Xiaole’s voice was soft and sticky, with a nasal tone, "He almost knelt down before someone..."

Su Lu was stunned, a pang of pain hitting her heart for no reason, her voice growing heavy and her pace slow, "Why... kneel?"

Zhao Xiaole shook his head, "I couldn’t speak at the time, and I couldn’t hear clearly. It seemed like... he was begging anyone around if there was a doctor to step forward and save me. But there wasn’t."

Even when he was almost ready to kneel before the crowd, there was no doctor present, they were utterly helpless.

All he could do was to hold his increasingly weak child, listen to the ambulance unable to arrive in time due to the traffic, listen to the ever more faint and labored breathing of his son. Despair gripped him, cursing the world for its unrelenting cruelty towards him.

Hearing her son’s words, Su Lu didn’t speak.

She didn’t speak, but she could imagine the scene at that time. Not only could she picture it, but also, as Zhao Xiaole’s mother, she could empathize completely with the feelings Bo Jingshen must have had at that time, emotionally, she was capable of empathizing with what Bo Jingshen felt then.

To the extent that she couldn’t bring herself to harden her heart against Bo Jingshen at that moment.

Even though, back then, she had maliciously wished that he had never appeared, that he would never appear again.

But at this moment, she could no longer harden her heart.

This was an uncontrollable feeling, something all parents probably experienced—the inability to bear the news about children in trouble that you see on the news or the internet. Just couldn’t watch it, watching just made you feel pained.

It’s this empathy.

Which is why Su Lu, even when it came to Bo Jingshen back then, could no longer harbor any malice.

"Okay, I understand," Su Lu nodded lightly and picked up Zhao Xiaole.

Zhao Xiaole looked at her with bright, shining eyes, "When will it be...?"

"I’ll discuss and arrange with him, but little friend, you should be sleeping now, or else I won’t speak up for you to grandma, okay?" Su Lu put the child down on the hospital bed.

The pediatric ward’s blankets all had cute cartoon patterns. Su Lu tucked him in and then kissed his forehead, "Sleep well, mommy’s little piggy."

Zhao Xiaole obediently closed his eyes, his face still wearing a smile.

Su Lu stayed by the bedside until Zhao Xiaole was sound asleep before she dimmed the bedside lamp and adjusted the humidifier’s mist setting, and then she stepped out of the ward.

Her phone was full of messages. There were updates from her Beijing gallery’s work group, messages from Shen Xun and Zhao Ying, missed calls from Su Zhe, and messages and missed calls from Cheng Youran.

Su Lu had been so busy with her son that she hadn’t had time to check her phone, not expecting so many people to be looking for her.

But Su Lu didn’t rush to reply to the messages or return the calls. Instead, she stood quietly at the end of the corridor. At the end of the hallway was a large window that offered a clear view outside.

Muheng Hospital was renowned for its environment, with the small garden outside the inpatient building boasting a level of greenery higher than the best residential communities in the city.

The window in the corridor offered a perfect view of the small garden next to the inpatient building.

Su Lu stood quietly at the window, looking at the garden in the night. The floor lamps in the garden cast halos of light.

Someone was smoking under the dim light of the garden street lamps, with wisps of blue smoke rising up, the orange-red glow of the cigarette end flickering.

She didn’t know what troubles this person had stumbled upon, smoking one cigarette after another as if there was no pause in between.

Without a move, Su Lu stared at the flickering cigarette glow for three whole cigarettes before she picked up her phone and dialed a number she knew by heart.

Just then, she saw the person in the garden snuff out the cigarette butt, stand up, pull out a phone from his pocket, the screen glowing with an incoming call.

And he finally stood up from the darkness, stepping into the dim light.

Su Lu paused, startled, as she realized that the flickering light she had been staring at wasn’t just anyone chain-smoking, it was...

"Su Lu?"

The man’s low voice, hoarse from smoking, came from the garden, through the phone signal, into her ears. The distance between them was probably no more than thirty meters, but separated by a full six years of not seeing each other.

It felt like a whole cycle of reincarnation.

Su Lu took a deep breath, "If you have time, we need to talk."