Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 315: Did You Recognize the Wrong Person?

Chapter 315: Chapter 315: Did You Recognize the Wrong Person?

Bo Jingshen’s footsteps felt as heavy as a thousand pounds; he couldn’t lift his feet. Su Lu’s previous words were clearly not sharp, but to him, they were too cutting, precisely piercing through every inch of his wounds.

He remained silent, simply squatting down and wrapping the small body of the child in his arms.

Zhao Xiaole was stunned but soon became happy, also gently hugging Bo Jingshen.

"Baby, I’m not going to sit down inside. You be good, keep Mom company, and I’ll come to see you often."

What a lovely child he was, sensitive and tender-hearted, seemingly quick to sense that Bo Jingshen’s mood was off, thinking about how Su Xiaolu had said nothing before heading straight inside the house.

Zhao Xiaole thought for a moment, then put his arms around Bo Jingshen’s neck, gently patting the back of his head. It seemed he found the touch of Bo Jingshen’s crew cut oddly satisfying, so Zhao Xiaole felt it again.

Then he softly said, "Are you unhappy?"

Bo Jingshen didn’t make a sound. How could he dare, how could he have the right, to show his vulnerability in front of this child?

After all... when the child was at his most vulnerable, Bo Jingshen wasn’t able to stay by his side. He couldn’t do anything.

But Zhao Xiaole seemed not to need his response, continuing on his own to say, "Did you make Su Xiaolu angry?"

It was then that Bo Jingshen finally hummed softly, holding the child close, gently burying his face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of milk on him.

"I made her angry, very angry. She might never forgive me in her lifetime."

Zhao Xiaole fell silent, not saying a word for a long while.

After some time, he let out a long, adult-like sigh, "Ahh!"

Zhao Xiaole said, "Although I really don’t like people and things that make Su Xiaolu angry, when Su Xiaole is unhappy, I’m unhappy too. But I still like you a lot..."

"Thank you," Bo Jingshen said softly.

As Zhao Xiaole was touching the oddly satisfying texture of Bo Jingshen’s hair, he said, "Then, can you try to make it up to Su Xiaolu? She’s got such a good temper; she’s really nice. If someone sincerely apologizes for doing something wrong, she’s actually quite forgiving."

"Is that so? But I once made her too angry, too upset. It might not be that easy..." Bo Jingshen added.

Before, he would have never believed that a conversation with a child could help him work through and release his emotions.

But at that moment, it truly had. Even though he felt as if he had been in a fiery hell before, the child’s soft voice and earnest words were like a beam of light, illuminating him bit by bit and pulling him from the darkness.

Zhao Xiaole shook his head, "Have you sincerely apologized yet? If not, you need to apologize sincerely first. If she doesn’t soften and forgive you, then you need to apologize more sincerely a few times, then try to cheer her up, say some nice things, and promise not to make the same mistake again. Su Xiaolu will definitely soften!"

Zhao Xiaole was so certain that Su Lu would relent, it wasn’t hard to guess that perhaps this child had gotten Su Lu to forgive him countless times in the same way before.

Those words didn’t seem wrong at all.

But they stunned Bo Jingshen completely for a moment.

They were merely the words of a five-year-old child, yet they struck Bo Jingshen’s heart like a heavy hammer.

Indeed, have you sincerely apologized?

Bo Jingshen asked himself using the child’s words from earlier.

No, it seemed there wasn’t even once. Not once had he sincerely admitted his mistakes, and it seemed that deep down, he didn’t even think what he had done was wrong. If he asked himself one more time, even if everything could start over, he, the person he was back then, in those circumstances, would probably do the same thing.

But that didn’t mean he was right, nor did it mean he could avoid repenting and admitting his wrongdoing.

All he gave Su Lu was a thin apology.

Just that insubstantial sorry.

As if his reasons justified his behavior, as if the hurt he caused could be erased. How could it be?

She had clearly told him that no matter his reasons, she didn’t want to forgive.

But what if he begged her? What if he admitted his mistakes to her sincerely, time after time? What if he knelt down and promised he would never do it again?

If once wasn’t enough, what about a hundred times? Would she not be moved at all?

She was Su Lu.

That Su Lu who could make his heart tremble, so kind and wonderful.

Oh, Bo Jingshen, Bo Jingshen.

Bo Jingshen helplessly curled the corners of his mouth, sarcastically thinking to himself: You’ve really drawn a circle to imprison yourself, trapped to the point that you’re not even as sensible as a five-year-old child. A five-year-old knows that when they’ve done something wrong, no matter the reason or difficulty, a mistake is a mistake. The first thing to do is to admit it sincerely. And if the other person doesn’t forgive you, you keep apologizing sincerely, promising not to make the same mistake again. Speak kindly, coax the other person.

And you, just standing there like an idiot?

"Hm?" Zhao Xiaole saw that he didn’t respond and shook his hand in front of him.

Bo Jingshen came back to his senses and, unable to control himself, kissed Zhao Xiaole on the cheek.

Zhao Xiaole’s little face turned a bit red, incredibly adorable, "Ah! Why did... Why did you kiss me? Mom said I’m a big kid now, I can’t always be kissed."

"Then we won’t tell her," Bo Jingshen’s eyes curved with a smile as he looked at the two bottles of drinks in his hand, "Lebao, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Zhao Xiaole was undoubtedly tempted, but he also remembered that Su Lu didn’t allow him to drink beverages all the time, and his quota was already used up. So he looked hesitantly toward the door.

Bo Jingshen led him aside, "Just take a few secret sips, we won’t tell Su Xiaolu. This is a matter between us men."

"But... wouldn’t that be wrong? What if Su Xiaolu finds out..." Zhao Xiaole loved Su Xiaolu very much, but if Su Xiaolu were truly angry, he would still be scared.

After thinking for a moment, Bo Jingshen said, "Well, then you can say that I forced you to drink it. I have to apologize to Su Xiaolu sincerely anyway. I’ll admit my mistakes over and over, and I’ll sincerely admit this one as well."

"Well, okay then." Zhao Xiaole was cautious, "I’ll just take a few small sips! This new white peach oolong flavor, I haven’t tried it yet!"

The father and son didn’t go inside the house or downstairs but just squatted at the door of the safety stairs, sharing a bottle of the drink together.

The white peach oolong flavor wasn’t particularly delicious, actually not as good as the matcha red bean flavor they had tried before, but Zhao Xiaole found it incredibly tasty, exceptionally sweet. He really liked it.

"Alright, I’ll be going first then, you go inside and keep Mom company," Bo Jingshen stood up.

"Okay." Zhao Xiaole whispered, but his lips puckered, and his eyes began to redden.