Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 307: Was Too Upset at the Time

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Was Too Upset at the Time

Su Lu returned to the ward, where Zhao Xiaole had been sleeping without waking.

Although the child wasn’t seriously ill, he had been frightened, and was quite exhausted in spirit.

So, he slept deeply. Su Lu tiptoed to the bed, touched the back of the child’s neck to check the temperature, and then pulled up the blanket a bit more.

She bent down to kiss the child’s forehead, before walking out to the small living room.

Qiao Li brought over a cup of hot honey and chrysanthemum tea, "Take a sip."

Su Lu frowned, "It’s hot."

Qiao Li smiled gently and coaxed, "Be good, drink some. Otherwise, you’ll have stomach pains in a couple of days."

Su Lu felt a bit embarrassed, as her period was due soon—though the timing wasn’t always exact, it never varied by too much.

Because of her menstrual pain... other women’s discomfort tended to ease after giving birth.

But not for Su Lu. Her pain seemed to have intensified instead of lessening, and she wondered if it was because giving birth to Zhao Xiaole had been so taxing on her vitality that it made things worse instead of better.

When Zhao Xiaole was a little over six months old, Su Lu had her first postpartum period, and it was so painful it caused convulsions and fainting.

It scared everyone, especially since she was already weak after childbirth.

They thought something serious had happened, and didn’t realize until the ambulance took her to the hospital, just how severe menstrual pain could be.

The incident left Su Zhe quite shaken as well, as he was on the scene when it happened. His unease was the reason he inadvertently mentioned it to Qiao Li. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have told a friend about his sister’s menstrual pain.

Anyway, after Qiao Li learned about it, he had been concerned ever since.

Although Su Lu hadn’t particularly taken notice, she was aware that Qiao Li sent her tonifying herbal medicines every few months.

Now, acknowledging Qiao Li’s kindness, she took the cup from him.

She held the warm cup in her hands, her fingers gently caressing its rim.

Perhaps it was because she had nodded to Qiao Li earlier, she now felt somewhat out of sorts.

Su Lu felt a touch of sadness in her heart. She still wasn’t used to it, not at all.

It was as if she instinctively resisted all forms of intimate relationships.

Seeing her like that, Qiao Li smiled and said, "Lulu, you don’t have to be so tense."

"Ah?! Uh... I-I’m not tense," Su Lu replied with a forced smile.

Despite her words, her body remained tense, seeming uncomfortable.

Qiao Li then took a seat next to her, and Su Lu tensed up even more, as if her joints were about to crack!

Qiao Li lifted his hand and rested it on her shoulder, "Lulu."

Without any further action, he just held her shoulder and looked down at her earnestly.

Su Lu, realizing that he wasn’t going to do anything more, finally looked up at Qiao Li. She blinked, "Mhm."

"I’m serious, don’t be so tense. I won’t do anything to you," Qiao Li said, his gaze very sincere, "at least not right now."

Su Lu pursed her lips, remaining silent.

Qiao Li chuckled softly, "I’ve waited many years already, and I don’t mind waiting longer. I’ve waited all this time, so why rush this moment? Let’s take it slow. Don’t be nervous, and don’t be afraid of me."

Su Lu breathed a silent sigh of relief at Qiao Li’s considerate words, "Thank you, Brother Qiao."

"I really like you, and I respect you completely, so I don’t mind waiting a bit longer," Qiao Li told her.

Then he released his hold on her shoulder and laid his hands flat on his knees, turned his head to look at Su Lu, "So, can we hold hands first?"

Su Lu’s fingers flexed, and she raised her hand, placing it gently in his palm.

She never imagined that in her thirties, she’d be holding hands like this, and couldn’t help but curl the corners of her mouth in self-mockery.

Qiao Li gently held her hand with a tender grip.

But his gaze kept involuntarily falling on the not-so-obvious scar on the inside of her wrist.

Qiao Li felt a mix of sadness and relief in his heart.

The sad part was that Lulu had once gone to such lengths for that man.

And the relief was that, even so, he still had the chance to hold her hand.

Su Lu noticed Qiao Li’s gaze, and she awkwardly rotated her wrist to hide the scar.

Qiao Li was very frank, not pretending he hadn’t just been looking.

Instead, he straightforwardly said, "I saw it with my own eyes, I stitched it up myself, are you still afraid of me seeing this scar?"

Su Lu pursed her lips and did not respond; indeed, there was no need to hide it from Qiao Li.

It was Qiao Li who had indeed seen it with his own eyes, stitched it up with his own hands.

It could even be said that only Qiao Li had truly seen it.

"Why did you do it at the time?" Qiao Li asked.

In fact, it wasn’t the first time that Su Lu had been asked this question.

Yet she never knew how to respond because she never had an answer.

Su Lu gently shook her head, "I don’t know, maybe because my pregnancy hormones were too unstable and it affected my mood?"

Hearing her give this answer, Qiao Li nodded with a smile, "That makes sense, very reasonable."

Su Lu also chuckled, shaking her head helplessly, "I just don’t know why, but suddenly... it was just too sad."

These words could not begin to describe even one ten-thousandth of how sad she had been at the time.

Although she had walked away nonchalantly, and even told Jiang Li to relay a message in a seemingly carefree manner,

when she truly came back, she wanted to cut off not just the connection and interaction with Bo Jingshen, but to sever all of her past.

In fact, even during the time Su Lu was married to Gu Xin,

deep down, she didn’t feel that she had cut off her past with Bo Jingshen.

But this time, it was different.

Hence, she was too sad, nonchalant in front of others, but behind closed doors, she was overwhelmed by her sadness, further exacerbated by the unstable hormones of pregnancy.

Even someone as tough as her felt then that it was just too unfair.

It was simply too unfair.

What in the world had I done wrong for you to treat me this way?

In what way was I not good enough for you to push me away?

Why did I have to be hurt by you time and time again?

Too many questions that she couldn’t avoid and couldn’t console herself with tormented her relentlessly.

Looking back now, Su Lu even didn’t know how she had managed to get the knife into her hand.

The process was a blur, but she could distinctly remember the moment the blade slit the skin, as the blood rushed out, along with the near-gangrenous sadness and desolation in her heart.

Even now, she felt as if she could remember the feeling of release from that stifling emotion.

Back then, she then belatedly realized she didn’t want to die, it was just too much sadness.

Once the reality hit her, she didn’t know what to do.