Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 314: Just Say It

Chapter 314: Chapter 314: Just Say It

"What does Zhao Xiaole understand?" He had just heard Bo Jingshen mention it, and he excitedly nodded, "I’ve seen it, I’ve seen it, I’ll go get it!"

He didn’t notice that Su Lu’s face had suddenly changed.

The child gleefully ran inside.

Su Lu clenched her lips tightly, her hands balled into fists at her sides, standing motionless.

The child had run inside to look for a hat.

Suddenly, it became quiet at the door. Bo Jingshen stood up, his eyes cast downward, gazing intently at Su Lu.

"Su Lu,"

he called her name.

Su Lu did not respond.

It seemed Bo Jingshen didn’t need her response and continued, "When I was released from the detention center, Jiang Li and Cheng Yan came to pick me up, but I saw a person sitting in the driver’s seat of a car, I couldn’t see the face clearly, but I saw a hat with an eagle’s head on it."

Su Lu was silent for several seconds before she struggled to say, "These days, it’s common for people to have the same clothes, shoes, or hats. What’s so strange about that?"

Actually, the moment she uttered those words, Su Lu had essentially admitted it, and anyone reflecting on it later could easily understand this was an admission, though she was unaware of it at the moment.

Bo Jingshen still gazed at her, his eyes cast down, even though she also looked away, avoiding his gaze.

Bo Jingshen’s voice was low and slightly hoarse, possessing a very magnetic and appealing tone. If the volume was turned down a little further, it almost carried a bewitching quality.

"That hat was part of the merchandise from a car race I participated in abroad. It’s not available outside because it wasn’t a very famous event. Moreover, that event no longer exists, and after so many years, that hat can be considered out of edition," Bo Jingshen said.

Where would Su Lu know that the old hat she had casually grabbed and worn on her head that day was meant to disguise herself when she went to the detention center, only for it to become a flaw?

She opened her mouth but didn’t make a sound, unsure of what to say, and could only press her lips tightly together again.

Bo Jingshen asked her gravely, "Su Xiaolu, you went to the detention center that day."

"Why?" Bo Jingshen asked, "To pick me up? Or just to see how unfortunate I was. Would that make you feel less sad? If so, I could stay unfortunate forever."

He could stay unfortunate.

As long as she and the child were alright, he could endure anything.

Su Lu finally looked up and met his eyes.

What kind of eyes were they, loaded with such complex and heavy emotions that Bo Jingshen could not hold his gaze for a moment; his gaze wavered, and he hesitated, "Su Lu..."

"What do you know?" Su Lu said hoarsely, her voice almost choking up, tears seemingly welling up in her eyes.

This pained Bo Jingshen’s heart, he opened his mouth, about to say something, but he saw Su Lu quickly turn her gaze away from him, blinking quickly, and the tearful glimmer in her eyes vanished.

So practiced... so proficient that one couldn’t help but wonder, this woman who had never been fond of crying, just how many times over the years had she had such vulnerabilities and had to swallow her tears alone, having to stay strong in front of her child?

It must have been such cultivated pain.

A sharp pain stabbed at Bo Jingshen’s heart, spreading with each heartbeat.

"Do you think I hate you?" Su Lu asked.

Bo Jingshen didn’t speak, but in fact, he indeed thought Su Lu hated him.

Or rather, he hoped Su Lu hated him. If Su Lu hated him and punished him, although he would feel awful, he wouldn’t be tortured by self-blame and guilt as much. How else would he resolve the guilt in his heart if Su Lu didn’t hate him?

Su Lu took a deep breath, "You think I hate you, you think that seeing you stay in such a place, seeing you not doing well would make me happy, make me feel smug, make me think that justice has been served, that this man who hurt me is getting his just deserts. It serves him right..."

She seemed to precisely guess every assumption Bo Jingshen made.

Bo Jingshen opened his mouth but couldn’t speak, although indeed, he once thought so.

Su Lu shook her head, "I have never hated you. I won’t be happy because you are not doing well, nor will I feel sad because you are not doing well. Do you think the one you abandoned and hurt was me? Of course, you did indeed abandon me, there’s no doubt about it, and you certainly hurt me. But I have never hated you because of that."

Su Lu looked at him, "Rather than saying you gave up on me, it’s more like you gave up on yourself. You abandoned our relationship, exiled yourself, you gave up the chance to be happy."

She was too precise, too cutting; each word was like a sharp knife, swiftly stabbing into his longstanding wounds, smashing the superficial peace and exposing the gruesome truth.

What he had given up, was always himself.

He knew it very well, knew how happy he could be if he just stayed by Su Lu’s side, how joyful he could be.

The kind of joy that just thinking about it could make one smile.

Yet, he gave it all up.

Su Lu said, "I don’t hate you, Bo Jingshen. I pity you."

Bo Jingshen wanted to smile, but he couldn’t. It was too painful.

"I will never be happy because of your misery, nor will I feel sad because of your happiness. Because I don’t hate you. I simply don’t care anymore."

Su Lu felt that she had said a lot that she meant to say on this occasion.

She hadn’t intended, shouldn’t have said so much to him.

But since she had started, she might as well say it all.

"The reason I came to see you was only because I felt sorry for myself. I wanted to see how the man whom I spent my youth on without getting anything in return is doing now. I’m wondering whether I should, and how I should, let my son know about his father..."

A criminal?

These words were hard for Su Lu to articulate, as she had learned about the context of Bo Jingshen’s past from Zhao Ying.

So Su Lu stopped abruptly there, not continuing.

Inside, footsteps were already being heard, the small toddling steps of a child, pitter-patter.

Su Lu didn’t plan to say anything more.

Zhao Xiaole hurried out, "Hat!"

He wore that hat on his head and was also holding two bottles of cold drinks, "Daddy! Drink this! Both are really tasty. Su Xiaolu won’t let me drink a lot, but you’re an adult, so you can drink more. Try it, it’s really good!"

Su Lu didn’t say anything more and turned to go into the entrance to change her shoes.

Zhao Xiaole blinked and came out, handed the drinks to Bo Jingshen, and gently pulled on him, in a small voice, "Do you want to come in and sit for a while?"