Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 306: Will Not Forgive Me

Chapter 306: Chapter 306: Will Not Forgive Me

Bo Jingshen’s eyes appeared somewhat vacant before slowly filling with deep and heavy emotions.

"So that’s how it is..." he murmured.

"How what is?" the young woman asked, puzzled as she pulled her hand back, "I was brushing my teeth."

Bo Jingshen stared at her and asked, "Jing Qiao, how long has it been since the scar on your wrist healed to its current state?"

At this question, the young woman’s gaze dimmed a bit. "It’s been a few years. I got it when I was locked up in the Psychiatric Hospital."

This young woman was none other than one of Jing Ce’s illegitimate children, Jing Qiao.

Like Jing Ruo, she was always treated as an asset by Jing Ce.

Jing Ruo had not been arranged due to her young age.

But Jing Qiao was different; she was old enough at the time, beautiful, and well-educated.

Thus, she was arranged early on by Jing Ce to be married to Song Boyuan of the Beijing Song Family.

She had been unwilling all along, and it was because of her disobedience and absolute resistance that Jing Ce concocted a plan with the Song Family elders to commit her to the Psychiatric Hospital.

The scar on her arm was self-inflicted during her time in the hospital; she had no tools at hand, so she took a plastic spoon from the cafeteria, sharpened its edge, and used it to cut herself. The wound was jagged and healed poorly, leaving a clear, prominent mark even after so many years.

After that, she never had a spoon again; even the spoons they gave her were made of silicone.

Bo Jingshen knew the origin of the scar on her arm, so Jing Qiao was somewhat puzzled, "What’s wrong? Didn’t you already know about this one on my hand?"

Bo Jingshen nodded blankly, "Yes, I did."

He did know.

It was just that he had been thinking all this time, since he held Su Lu’s wrist in the coffee shop, that he felt something different on the inside of her wrist due to the force of his grip.

That sensation on her warm, soft skin was...different.

Bo Jingshen couldn’t figure out what it was, mulling over it the entire time, or perhaps, subconsciously he already knew what it was, but he just didn’t want to believe it.

Because believing that suspicion meant he’d have to face the harm he had caused to his beloved once more...

Then he came here to Jing Qiao, then he saw the scar on Jing Qiao’s wrist, then he was forced to confront it, touching it with his hand, and it felt just like when he was holding Su Lu’s wrist.

Bo Jingshen had an incredibly direct encounter with the harm Su Lu had suffered, the harm he’d caused her.

That scar, he could almost be certain, was from cutting her wrist, just like the one on Jing Qiao’s wrist.

Each beat of Bo Jingshen’s heart brought with it a sharp pain.

What kind of sorrow was it, what had he done back then... Good heavens.

To drive a pregnant woman to the point where she couldn’t resist hurting her own body.

Bo Jingshen thought of the times he had seen her and Qiao Li leaving together, and how he felt sad.

What right did he have to be sad?

"Brother Jing Shen, what’s wrong?" Jing Qiao saw Bo Jingshen’s expression was off and quickly called out to him.

She waved her hand in front of his face, "You don’t look well, has something happened?"

Jing Qiao knew about Bo Jingshen’s affairs, so she was somewhat concerned at the moment, "Is it that child... is something the matter?"

"The child is fine," Bo Jingshen said.

He walked into the foyer and switched into a pair of slippers.

Completely exhausted, he sat down on the sofa.

Jing Qiao hurriedly finished brushing her teeth and brought him a cup of hot water, "What’s wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Bo Jingshen sat quietly for a while without speaking. It was only after a long time that he finally said, "Xiao Qiao."

"Hmm?"

"If, I mean if," Bo Jingshen asked her, "if Song Boyuan came looking for you, would you forgive him?"

This question stunned Jing Qiao, "Why, why would you ask that?"

"Just asking."

Jing Qiao’s face even turned a bit pale, and she didn’t speak for a long time. After a lengthy silence, she gently shook her head, "I don’t know."

"Even though rationally, I know he had his difficulties and reasons, emotionally, it would still be very hard." Jing Qiao said, her smile tinged with bitterness. "Otherwise... otherwise I wouldn’t have run so far away. Otherwise, I wouldn’t still be hiding now."

"Yes," Bo Jingshen said, his lips curving into a bitter smile.

"Why would you suddenly ask this, Brother Jingshen?" Jing Qiao, thinking of Bo Jingshen’s situation, quickly waved her hand, "Everyone’s circumstances are different, so my situation doesn’t necessarily reflect yours. You shouldn’t try to apply it to yourself."

Bo Jingshen shook his head, "She won’t forgive me."

"I think she seemed..." Jing Qiao thought of the appearance of the woman she had seen, "quite gentle."

Her features were gentle, her eyes were gentle, and her soft, long hair seemed very gentle.

"She doesn’t seem like she would be very hard-hearted," Jing Qiao said.

Bo Jingshen shook his head, "That’s because you don’t understand her."

Su Lu was not unfeeling, she was just resilient.

Very resilient, so much so that once she made a choice, she was exceptionally good at sticking with it.

That’s why Bo Jingshen felt so... at a loss.

He felt like he had run out of tricks, unable to think of any solution.

Especially when he thought of the scar on Su Lu’s wrist.

No wonder, no wonder when he grabbed her wrist, she had such a strong reaction, so agitated.

She probably didn’t want him to know about her past vulnerability and despair, precisely because she was trying to move on, because she wanted to let go.

Bo Jingshen lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Jing Qiao, seeing him like this, felt very apologetic.

"Brother Jingshen, I’m sorry." Jing Qiao lightly bit her lip, a deep sense of guilt welling up in her eyes, "It’s all my fault, if it weren’t for me, you could have tried to make amends sooner and wouldn’t have had to wait until now. If you had tried earlier, you might have already succeeded."

Bo Jingshen pressed his lips tightly together, remaining silent for a long while before shaking his head, "Don’t blame yourself."

He chuckled softly, lowering his gaze with a watery glint in his eyes, "Blame my own bad luck."

Jing Qiao fiddled with her fingers, "If it weren’t for me..."

"I said don’t blame yourself. Given the situation back then, if I hadn’t stepped in, and you ended up back in the Psychiatric Hospital, you might never have gotten out again. No matter what, I couldn’t let you be sent back there; you would have died inside." Bo Jingshen pursed his lips, his gaze turning steely as he thought of Jing Ce, "I felt at the time that he would definitely have found a way to let you die in there without anyone noticing."