Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 317: Seeking Advice

Chapter 317: Chapter 317: Seeking Advice

After Zhao Ying had rested, she came over to look around.

Before coming upstairs, she clearly had taken a look around the neighborhood.

"The surrounding facilities are decent, the community environment is passable, and the location seems good," Zhao Ying said. "Last time I came because the situation was urgent, I didn’t get a chance to properly check it out."

Su Lu was washing peaches in the sink and turned with a smile upon hearing this, "So, did you get a good look today? What did you find out?"

Zhao Ying smiled, "I found out that my daughter has good taste, this property is not bad."

Hearing this, Su Lu smiled, lowered her eyes, and continued washing the peaches, "Good or not, I won’t be coming here often anyway."

Zhao Ying did not commit to a response and instead came closer, "Let me wash them. What are we eating tonight? Are we going out or what? I see Lebao still has a wound, and the heavy seasoning outside might not be good for him."

"We’ll just cook at home," Su Lu said.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ying opened the refrigerator and looked at the almost empty interior, "Then we need to go out and buy some groceries, right?"

"I’ll go and shop, you and Xiaole stay at home," Su Lu said, tearing a piece of kitchen paper to dry her hands. "What should we have for dinner tonight..."

Zhao Xiaole had gone to take a nap.

Mother and daughter sat in the cozily arranged study, eating peaches and drinking ice-cold salty soda, chatting casually.

It made for a comfortable afternoon tea time, and after they had eaten and drunk their fill, Su Lu was about to change clothes to go shopping.

But just as she left the study and hadn’t yet had the chance to change, the doorbell rang.

The screen showed the face of a stranger waiting downstairs at the entrance, looking like a delivery person.

"Who is it for?" Su Lu, thinking it was a delivery boy who had pressed the wrong door number, said, "I didn’t order anything, you’ve pressed—"

Before she could even finish saying ’wrong,’ she heard the other party say, "Miss Su? I am from Shengcui delivery."

Shengcui is a quite famous high-end organic agri-brand in Feng City, covering Feng City and a few neighboring cities. It’s not available in Beijing, and it started only about five or six years ago. Recently, it has expanded significantly, with its own themed restaurants and dedicated delivery personnel.

Their ingredients are all organic and pricey. Exactly how upscale they are is hard to say since you can’t tell just by eating, but the prices certainly look upscale.

"Ah?" Su Lu was a bit taken aback.

The person could only repeat, "I’m a delivery person from Shengcui Organic Home, here to deliver your ingredients, can you open the door?"

Then Su Lu came to her senses and opened the gate.

"What’s going on?" Zhao Ying asked as she came out of the study.

Su Lu thought for a moment, "I don’t know, it seems like Su Zhe had someone send over some groceries?"

"Oh, that’s good then; saves you a trip," Zhao Ying remarked.

Soon, the delivery personnel arrived upstairs, politely knocked on the door, and upon opening, placed several tightly sealed thermal insulation bags in front of Su Lu.

Inside were very fresh ingredients, all of which had already been prepared.

Not only that, but they also thoughtfully included recipes, making it extremely convenient to just follow them.

Su Lu glanced at it and frowned slightly, already realizing this was not sent by Su Zhe.

Because Su Zhe probably didn’t know about Xiao Le’s injury yet, the recipes specifically noted that they all promoted wound healing.

Su Lu didn’t say much, took the ingredients to the kitchen, and prepared to start cooking.

She also hadn’t received any messages from Qiao Li, she knew this probably wasn’t Qiao Li’s intention.

Then, the answer was quite clear.

Su Lu, washing the black fish that was already prepared for making soup, couldn’t help but sigh softly.

Zhao Ying came over and took over the task from her, "I’ll do it, you stop washing, don’t get your hands all smelling of fish later."

"Oh," Su Lu obediently responded.

Zhao Ying glanced at her sideways, "Why do you seem to be in a bad mood?"

After thinking it over, Su Lu couldn’t help but ask, "Mom, did you ever... stop brother and Mr. Shen from associating?"

"You mean Shen Jiming?" Zhao Ying asked.

Su Lu nodded.

Zhao Ying raised an eyebrow, "Why? Has Bo Jingshen been here?"

Su Lu pursed her lips, her mother was always sharp, and she didn’t intend to hide it, so she just nodded, "Xiao Le... likes him quite a bit."

"Hmm..." Zhao Ying thought for a moment, "Our situations are different, Qianqian, my experiences have no reference value for you."

Zhao Ying stuffed ginger slices into the cuts on the fish, then sprinkled cooking wine over it.

She continued, "Shen Jiming cheated, more than once. Your brother witnessed the hurt he caused me, and at that time, your brother was already at an age where he understood things well. The last straw was the trouble brought back by Shen Jiming that got stolen, breaking me and also your brother. So, your brother didn’t need me to stop him; he had already distanced himself from Shen Jiming in his heart."

"Your situation is different, Xiao Le is still at an age where he doesn’t understand these things, he looks up to and expects a lot from his father, just like all little boys. And Xiao Le hasn’t seen the harm you’ve endured, so his situation is definitely different from your brother’s. As for whether to stop it... it’s up to you. I won’t give any opinion."

"I won’t persuade you to stop Xiao Le from meeting him, nor will I encourage you if you don’t stop them from meeting. I trust my daughter to make the right choice."

Having heard these words from Zhao Ying, Su Lu let out a soft sigh, "I didn’t stop it. He will come tomorrow to take Xiao Le out to play. He’s... pretty good to Xiao Le."

"Mm, that’s good. Although I neither stop nor provoke, I still have requirements, which is that he must be good to Lebao," Zhao Ying said, then reached to touch Su Lu’s face, but remembering she had just touched fish and her hands were fishy, she withdrew her hand.

"You are a smart and wise child, and your mother trusts that you will make good decisions," Zhao Ying said.

Su Lu, somewhat moved by Zhao Ying’s words, sent a message to Bo Jingshen while waiting for the soup to simmer.

It wasn’t through WeChat; she had long since blocked him on WeChat.

It was just an ordinary SMS, in an era where SMS wasn’t commonly used for communication, sometimes even easily overlooked.

But Su Lu quickly received a response.

She sent: ’Thanks for the ingredients, no need for next time.’

Just a minute later, she received a reply, ’You’re welcome. Xiao Le’s wound recovery is important. Since I’m coming tomorrow to take Xiao Le out, if it’s convenient, I have a few questions to ask you.’

Su Lu thought about it and replied: ’Ask.’

She didn’t wait for the SMS from Bo Jingshen; Bo Jingshen immediately tried to add her on WeChat.