Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 323: Empty Nesters Now?

Chapter 323: Chapter 323: Empty Nesters Now?

Moreover, Su Lu herself didn’t realize that throughout the entire day, the incessant flow of messages had continued; photos, voice messages, and text messages.

At first, she was indeed somewhat irritated, but later on, without even being aware of it, she had a mind to wait for her phone to ring, seemingly with a faint sense of anticipation, unbeknownst to her.

So when the phone rang again, Su Lu picked it up quickly, only to be startled to see it wasn’t a message from Bambi but a call from Qiao Li.

As she answered Qiao Li’s call, Su Lu felt a tinge of guilt.

Su Lu spoke softly, "Brother Qiao."

Qiao Li’s voice sounded somewhat weary but still carried a gentle smile, "Yeah, Lulu, how is Xiaole? Is he okay?"

"He’s much better; don’t worry." Su Lu asked, "How about you? You sound tired. Is work not going well?"

Qiao Li sighed deeply on the other end, "Yeah, work... it’s not going smoothly. I’ve been tripped up by someone and I’m stuck here, unable to return to Feng City."

Su Lu was taken aback for a moment and after a while said, "I see..."

"Yeah," Qiao Li continued, "Let’s not talk about that. But, Lulu, you mentioned before that you wanted me to take Xiaole to Three Gardens with you. Can you wait for me?"

"I will try to finish up work as soon as possible and hurry back, to go to Three Gardens with you and Xiaole. I have even made the plans already," said Qiao Li.

Su Lu fell silent for a few seconds, her mind involuntarily flashing back to the photo of Bo Jingshen with Zhao Xiaole, their resemblance so striking, and Xiaole looking so happy.

But Su Lu only paused for a few seconds before nodding, "Alright, I understand. Then we’ll wait for you to come back to take Xiaole to Three Gardens. But you have to hurry up; the little guy isn’t always the most patient."

Qiao Li seemed much relieved to hear this and laughed, "Okay, I’ll make an effort to come back as soon as possible."

"Mhm."

"I... miss you and Xiaole a lot," Qiao Li said.

Then there was silence, as if he was waiting for Su Lu’s reply.

But Su Lu genuinely couldn’t bring herself to say that she felt the same.

All she could say was, "Then when you finish your work, hurry back to Feng City."

"Alright," Qiao Li responded, "Wait for me."

"Mhm, I know."

"What are you doing right now?" Qiao Li asked. He actually didn’t use to ask Su Lu such questions over the phone, but now that their relationship had changed... he asked.

Su Lu felt slightly uncomfortable responding, "Uh, painting."

Perhaps human hearts are naturally biased. One can grit their teeth and endure excessive behaviors.

Yet when another just asks an extra question, it can feel uncomfortably tense.

"Okay then, I won’t disturb you. Take care, looking after a child is hard work; don’t overexert yourself," Qiao Li said.

After hanging up, Su Lu let out a long breath.

In any case...

Su Lu frowned, thinking that she still wasn’t accustomed to it. It seemed she had really gotten herself into quite an awkward situation.

So when her phone vibrated again, she no longer had that unaware anticipation she had felt before and didn’t pick up her phone right away, instead continuing to smear paint on her canvas for a good while. The style and color scheme on the painting board had clearly become much more somber.

It was only when she had roughed out a painting that Su Lu finally picked up her phone.

After all, she was worried about her son; it wasn’t possible for her not to check messages or reply.

Then she saw that the chat box had many new messages, mainly photos.

The content of the photos seemed to reveal the changes in the sender’s mood; initially, there were photos and videos of father and son together.

Although they had not continued playing games like the three-legged race, and the orange helmets were already off, they were still experiencing various amusement activities in the playroom.

There was the claw machine, for example. In a video, father and son stood in front of the machine; Zhao Xiaole was so excited, his voice nearly breaking, "Got it got it got it got it!"

And there was Bo Jingshen’s low laughter, as well as a shot of his slender fingers maneuvering the claw machine’s joystick to the right position before pressing the button. Instead of snagging a toy, the claw pressed a toy already at the edge of the chute into the prize slot.

Zhao Xiaole excitedly bent down to retrieve the toy from the chute, and his little backpack hung on Bo Jingshen’s shoulders, still that somewhat comical, little ladybug, now with several toys dangling from it.

The video was also quite clear, so Su Lu could see the bandages wrapped around his knee and ankle.

He was dressed casually for the day, in a T-shirt and shorts, exposing his long calves and well-defined ankle bones, hinting at the power in his Achilles tendon. This attire made him look youthful, even with a hint of youthful exuberance.

It was also due to the shorts that made the bandages on his legs stand out.

Previously, he had casually brushed off his injury as nothing serious, and Su Lu had really believed it was nothing.

She had no idea it would look so severe? Su Lu couldn’t help but rewind the video, then pause to freeze the frame, looking at his leg, wrapped the way it was, likely difficult to even walk?

Su Lu’s brow furrowed tightly, her finger already prepared to initiate a voice call, but in the end, she held back.

She took a deep breath and continued to look at the subsequent messages.

Bambi had sent over quite a few photos, none of them featuring his injury, clearly indicating that the brief glimpse of the injury in the video wasn’t intended.

In the photos, there was the one showing him accompanying Zhao Xiaole playing with sand using the toy excavator.

Others showed the two of them painting a blank plaster statue with colors and eating boxed meals together.

He also sent a text message, "Thanks to Xiaole, the lunchbox was delicious. The starfruit was sweet."

Seeing the word "starfruit," Su Lu couldn’t help but bite her lip.

Then the other photos didn’t feature Bo Jingshen anymore; it was Zhao Xiaole playing in the ball pit by himself, and climbing on the indoor climbing wall.

These activities, which parents can typically join in, didn’t seem like something Bo Jingshen would miss out on with Xiaole, unless his physical condition didn’t permit it.

Su Lu didn’t send a message to inquire, but she didn’t stay in front of the easel either.

At dinner time, Zhao Ying messaged her, "My dear, have you become an empty nester? Do you want me to take you out for dinner?"