Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 319: Just Wait a Bit Longer

Chapter 319: Chapter 319: Just Wait a Bit Longer

Looking at that large bunch of drippingly gorgeous red roses, Su Lu didn’t know for a moment what expression she should make.

The air seemed to begin scattering the fragrance of roses, and Su Lu’s brows gently furrowed.

Bo Jingshen, holding the large bouquet, was completely hidden behind it, his face unseen, his voice coming from behind the blooms, "Don’t worry, because I wasn’t sure if Xiao Le is allergic to pollen, so I had the florist remove the stamens from each flower."

Su Lu thought to herself, you’re well into your thirties, do you think you’re still eighteen? Sure enough to make a fuss, the florist really had it tough.

Tough or not. In any case, Bo Jingshen had paid double the price.

"I... may I come in and sit for a while?" Bo Jingshen tilted his head and peered out from behind the bouquet at her.

Su Lu stood in place, arms crossed over her chest, displaying a defensive posture. Hearing this, she didn’t make a sound, only quietly looked at him.

The smile at the corner of Bo Jingshen’s mouth carried a hint of helplessness, "The main thing is... I didn’t expect five hundred and twenty roses to be this heavy. When I ordered them, the florist warned me they would be heavy, but I didn’t take it seriously, I was careless. Plus, I picked the biggest Ultraman for Xiao Le, and it’s not light either. It really shows my age, I can’t deny getting older."

Su Lu blinked, indeed not expecting Bo Jingshen to say something like that, but she knew he wasn’t lying.

Because his forehead was covered in beads of sweat, with fine droplets gathering and dripping from his chin, he clearly wasn’t having an easy time.

Su Lu hesitated for a moment but eventually stepped aside, opening the door.

"Zhao Xiaole, your guest, get the slippers," Su Lu said.

Zhao Xiaole, bouncing and hopping, went inside to the hallway to fetch the slippers from the shoe cabinet, not forgetting to blow Su Lu’s own trumpet, "My mom is beautiful, sweet-hearted, pretty, and wealthy! The best! My mom is the best!"

Su Lu glanced at him, amused by the child’s words.

Bo Jingshen, carrying Ultraman and the bouquet of roses, entered and saw the little boy bending over at the shoe cabinet, huffing and puffing as he looked for slippers for him, feeling a bit sorry for him, not wanting him to do anything or get tired.

But Bo Jingshen also thought that Su Lu’s approach to education might not be like this.

So he resisted the urge to do it himself and just listened to the child there huffing and puffing, searching for slippers, murmuring, "I’ll get you a big pair of slippers, then go get you an ice drink!"

A pair of slippers placed neatly next to Bo Jingshen’s feet, and then that little figure had already dashed toward the kitchen.

Bo Jingshen found a spot next to the TV cabinet in the living room for the large Ultraman, then placed the bouquet on the coffee table, before taking a few tissues to wipe the sweat beads off his face.

Before he could sit down on the sofa, the child dashed out from the kitchen again.

Handing him a bottle of drink, "Dad, drink this."

But it wasn’t the ice drink Zhao Xiaole had mentioned earlier, what Bo Jingshen held in his hand was a room-temperature beverage.

Zhao Xiaole said, "You have a bad stomach and can’t drink cold ones."

"How are you..." Bo Jingshen wanted to say how do you know my stomach is bad, but felt there was no need to ask.

Why else? Su Lu was in the kitchen.

Suddenly, Bo Jingshen’s heart ached terribly. A flood of self-reproach and guilt rushed in like a high tide, engulfing him.

Xiao Le had said it right before, she truly was both beautiful and sweet-hearted.

Despite her indifferent demeanor towards him, despite being repeatedly hurt by him, when it really mattered, she still remembered his stomach problems and reminded the child not to give him too cold a drink.

Whereas he, who could have easily held such happiness in his grasp, had given it up for his own bitter reasons.

Bo Jingshen couldn’t help gripping the bottle tightly, unable to open it for a long time.

Zhao Xiaole looked somewhat uneasy, "Don’t you like it? But Su Xiaolu said..." He stopped mid-sentence, reaching out to take the bottle in Bo Jingshen’s hand, "Never mind, I’ll get you something else."

"I like it," Bo Jingshen scooped the child into his arms and hugged him, "I really like it."

"Hehe!" Zhao Xiaole was embraced by him, not minding the sweat on his body, and clung to his neck, whispering in his ear, "Then let’s go eat something light, no more junk food, Su Xiaolu said eating too much junk food is bad for your health."

"Okay, listen to her," Bo Jingshen was almost overwhelmed. The child whispering in his ear with that secretive tone made his ear itch, an itch that was about to burrow into his heart.

"It’s just she doesn’t want to join us for a meal." Zhao Xiaole’s expression was somewhat regretful as he quietly said to Bo Jingshen, "Maybe next time, let’s eat together next time. Not today, because Su Xiaolu is about to feel unwell."

"Unwell?" Bo Jingshen frowned, "What’s wrong with her?"

"I’m not quite sure, it seems like she became sick when she gave birth to me," Zhao Xiaole pouted, his small eyebrows knit tight, speaking very seriously, "You don’t know, when I was born, I was sick and so was Su Xiaolu, but I’m okay now! However, Grandma says Su Xiaolu seems to have never fully recovered."

Zhao Xiaole pouted and shook his head, "I don’t really understand, Grandma says that because I’m a boy, I won’t have that kind of discomfort. But Su Xiaolu does, she has stomach pains every month. She’s so pitiful. She’s taken a lot of medicine, Grandma even made herbal medicine for her to eat, it was stinky, Su Xiaolu ate it all, but it didn’t cure her."

Bo Jingshen’s gaze involuntarily drifted towards the direction of the kitchen, knowing that Su Lu was in there. He wanted so much to go in, but also knew that he currently didn’t have that right.

He heard the concern in his son’s voice, so he could only try to comfort him first, "Mhm, let’s do it next time then, we’ll go eat something delicious together. I’ll see if I can find some excellent doctors to treat her."

"Really? That would be great! Can it be cured?" The child’s eyes sparkled.

Bo Jingshen noticed that the child hadn’t even glanced much at the big Ultraman.

Rather, he kept looking at him or, when talking about Su Xiaolu’s poor health, towards the direction of the kitchen.

Such an understanding child he was, Bo Jingshen wondered just how strong that slender, frail woman in the kitchen was to have raised such a fine child.

"If we find a very excellent doctor, maybe she could be cured?" Bo Jingshen said.

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaole cheered up. He hugged Bo Jingshen’s neck and giggled, then whispered in his ear, "Dad, are you buying so many, so many flowers for Su Xiaolu today because you plan to sincerely apologize to Su Xiaolu?"

Bo Jingshen smiled and pursed his lips upon hearing this, "Wait a bit longer. Send more flowers first."