Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 316: Liking You

Chapter 316: Chapter 316: Liking You

Children are just like that; their reluctance comes in a very simple and direct manner.

"I don’t want you to leave. So when you have to leave, I get sad."

The sight of the child with red-rimmed eyes pained Bo Jingshen’s heart.

He didn’t want to leave the child for even a second, so much so that he began to question himself, how had he managed to not be there for the child for five years?

The child was indeed very sad, with pursed lips and red eyes, also looking a bit wronged.

But still, the child was very sensible and quickly sniffled, trying to adjust his emotions. His voice still sounded choked with sobs, but he spoke sensibly, "Then, then be careful on your way, you, you must come visit me often!"

"Okay. Definitely." Bo Jingshen nodded, hooking his pinky finger with Zhao Xiaole’s. "So, I’m leaving now?"

"Uh... Wah!" Zhao Xiaole couldn’t hold back his tears any longer.

Watching Bo Jingshen enter the elevator, the child couldn’t help but rush forward and hug his leg, crying loudly.

"Daddy wah wah wah... Why can’t you stay with us longer?" Zhao Xiaole finally let it all out, crying and voicing his little concerns, "I’ve been waiting for you to show up... wah wah, in the kindergarten all the other kids have dads, only I don’t... Why didn’t you appear sooner, wah wah wah... Zhou Xiaolong is so smug, saying he can ride on his dad’s neck. I am really envious, Daddy, you look so handsome and tall, I should be the one the other kids envy..."

Once the child started talking, there was no end - every child is a little chatterbox.

Zhao Xiaole kept on grumbling, "... Mom says kids shouldn’t be vain, and I’m not vain, but I just want to feel a little proud... I don’t like it when people say I’m the kid without a dad."

Bo Jingshen’s heart felt both sour and pained, listening to these innocent words with a mix of laughter and tears.

He felt so sorry for the child.

He gently kissed the child’s cheek, "Next time, I’ll also go to the kindergarten, let you ride on my neck, show Zhou Xiaolong."

"Then you have to come dressed up nice and pretty," Zhao Xiaole sniffled.

Bo Jingshen smiled, "Okay, I’ll come dressed up nice and pretty."

"So... are you leaving now?" Zhao Xiaole asked softly.

Bo Jingshen thought for a moment, then held him and spun around on the spot, "I’ll stay with you a little longer."

"Okay."

Zhao Xiaole wrapped his arms around Bo Jingshen’s neck.

Bo Jingshen spoke to him in a low voice, "Sweetheart, be good, wait for me a bit longer. Su Xiaolu is very angry right now, I have to coax her well. Once she’s not angry anymore, in the future I’ll be with you every day. Okay?"

"Then you have to hurry up," Zhao Xiaole said seriously, sniffing his nose, "Su Xiaolu is really stubborn, the longer it drags on, the harder it is to appease her."

Bo Jingshen let out a light sigh internally, thinking the little rascal has completely figured out his mother’s personality.

"Mhm, I will try my best. Now don’t cry, I’ll take you inside," Bo Jingshen said.

Carrying Zhao Xiaole towards the house.

The house was quiet; Su Lu wasn’t sitting in the living room. Bo Jingshen carrying Zhao Xiaole inside, not seeing Su Lu in the living room, he couldn’t just put the child down and leave, but that would be too heartless.

So he carried the child toward the bedroom. The bedroom door was ajar, Bo Jingshen gently knocked and pushed the door open slightly, just to see Su Lu sitting on the bay window in a white silk pajama set, fiddling with her phone.

Her long hair hung loose behind her, giving off a particularly soft texture.

Upon hearing the knock on the door, she lifted her eyes, her gaze quietly settling on the doorway.

"I’ve brought Xiao Le in," Bo Jingshen said.

Su Lu nodded, "Thank you."

She appeared exceptionally calm and indifferent, which only made Bo Jingshen feel even colder and more distant.

Bo Jingshen thought for a moment and then asked, "You meant earlier that you won’t stop me from spending time with Xiao Le."

"I won’t," Su Lu said.

"Alright," Bo Jingshen said, "I’ll come to take Xiao Le out tomorrow."

Su Lu was silent for a few seconds before she said, "You can take him out for lunch, but you must bring him back before dinner."

"Okay," Bo Jingshen didn’t ask for more, and immediately nodded.

Only then did he put Xiao Le down, squatting in front of the child to look into his eyes, "I’ll come to take you out for lunch tomorrow, definitely tomorrow, on time. So now I have to leave, and you shouldn’t cry anymore."

Children often just need an exact time; although they may not always understand things, they gradually realize that when adults say "sometimes" and "if there’s a chance," it often means procrastination, which may translate into an indefinitely postponed event.

But given a specific time, even though adults might still lie or be untrustworthy, children are still willing to believe and to hang on to this anticipation.

So if adults end up breaking their promises, children become very disappointed and disheartened. Yet the next time, they will harbor even greater expectations, more cautious and fearful of being let down again. And after a few such instances, children will no longer hold any hope for you. You will have extinguished a heart that once believed in you so fervently.

Therefore, if possible, one must keep promises made to children.

Because, in truth, it is difficult to have a heart that passionately believes in you, looks to you, waits for you, and expects you.

If you have that, please do not let it down.

"Okay!" Zhao Xiaole’s eyes shone, nodding vigorously, "I’ll wait for you!"

Only then did Bo Jingshen get ready to leave. Before going, he looked at Su Lu, his gaze landing on the back of her hand, and then said in a low voice, "The clothes look nice, don’t catch a cold."

Then he turned and left.

Su Lu couldn’t help but glance at the back of her hand, bending and stretching her fingers unconsciously, then tightly clenched her fist and relaxed, making the veins on her hand, which were usually clear and prominent, seem slightly less apparent.

Being thin, her veins appeared similarly when she wasn’t this slim; when others’ hands got cold, their veins would become less visible, but when her hands got cold, the veins would stand out even more, displaying a bluish hue, distinct and pronounced.

She thought about the look Bo Jingshen gave to the back of her hand before he left.

Su Lu pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, almost like a sigh.

She turned to look at Zhao Xiaole, "Still crying?"

Zhao Xiaole rubbed his nose sheepishly, and said honestly, "I just don’t want him to go."

"You’ve never acted this way when your first uncle, second uncle, or third uncle left," Su Lu said as she gently scraped the tip of his nose, "You little rascal."

Zhao Xiaole’s eyes gleamed as he looked at Su Lu, "It’s different, he’s my dad. If he didn’t like me or Su Xiaolu, then I wouldn’t want him. But it seems like he really likes me, and he likes Su Xiaolu a lot, too."