Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 328: Pampered

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: Pampered

"Did she cry?" Jingshen looked at Zhao Ying’s slightly red eyes and felt a pang of discomfort. It wasn’t that this middle-aged woman could touch him deeply, but rather, Jingshen knew what a tenacious and resilient woman Zhao Ying was.

This woman didn’t have many weaknesses, except her long-lost daughter was definitely an exception.

He wondered just how upset Su Lu must have been to make Zhao Ying’s eyes go red.

Jingshen’s voice was somewhat hoarse, "It’s because of me."

He didn’t pose it as a question but rather as a simple declarative sentence.

"Who else could it be?" Zhao Ying sighed heavily. "Without you, her heart was like still water, but with your presence... she is distressed. You truly are the scourge of her life."

"I don’t want to be just her scourge," Jongshe said. "Trust me."

He earnestly said to Zhao Ying, "I will treat her well."

"Ah," Zhao Ying sighed deeply.

Zhao Xiaole, holding a cone, hopped out excitedly, "Grandma, is it okay if I eat this? It’s small."

Before Zhao Ying could nod in agreement, Jingshen quickly snatched the cone from his hand.

"Ah?" Zhao Xiaole, caught off guard with empty hands, blinked his large eyes, clearly unable to comprehend what had occurred.

Jingshen, who had already gotten a grip on his emotions, looked down at Zhao Xiaole, "No. Xiaole, you’ve already exceeded your snack quota."

Zhao Xiaole knew he had exceeded it too, but Grandma was particularly indulgent with him. Although the child might not know the term "grandparents’ indulgence," he always knew grandma was a bit more lenient with him, so if grandma was around, certain rules could be slightly relaxed.

Especially when Su Xiaolu was away.

But unexpectedly, out of the frying pan and into the fire. Su Xiaolu wasn’t around, and now Jingshen had appeared.

Zhao Xiaole pouted his lips. "But..."

"There are no buts. We had an agreement, a man’s word, a gentleman’s promise."

"Horses can’t chase it." Zhao Xiaole pursed his lips, he didn’t cry, just looked somewhat aggrieved, but he agreed to Jingshen’s words obediently. "Fine then, I won’t eat it, lest Su Xiaolu worries. But you can’t eat it either, you have a bad stomach."

Zhao Xiaole then handed it to Zhao Ying, "Grandma, you eat."

"Grandma’s stomach is better?" Zhao Ying asked cheerfully.

Zhao Xiaole thought for a moment then nodded, "Grandma has a strong stomach, grandma is healthy, eats deliciously."

"Alright, my dear," Zhao Ying, holding his hand, told Jingshen, "I’ll take Xiaole around for a bit and then we’ll head back. We won’t come in, you go ahead. Qianqian is inside, you and she... can have a good talk."

Zhao Xiaole, of course, wanted to go in too. He liked Jingshen and loved Su Xiaolu even more; he wanted to be with both of them.

But sometimes children might not quite understand what was happening, yet they could sense the atmosphere and emotion, and wisely know not to disturb.

So Zhao Xiaole obediently nodded, "Then I’ll stay with Grandma. Ah Shen, go ahead and tell Zhao Qianqian to eat less spicy food."

"Oh, you little adult, you’re quite something," Zhao Ying chuckled. "Grandma has decided to let you have a lick of the cone later."

Zhao Xiaole was about to agree but suddenly hesitated and looked at Jingshen, as if seeking his permission.

That look melted Jingshen’s heart. Honestly, if it were not for the rules Su Lu had set, if it were not for the fact that too much ice cream was bad for children’s digestion, and sugar could easily cause cavities...

He really wished he could buy a freezer and fill it with all kinds of unique ice cream throughout the year.

At this moment, faced with such a pair of black, shiny, clear, and hopeful eyes, who could refuse?

Bo Jingshen nodded, "But you must keep your promise."

"Oh yeah!" Zhao Xiaole became happy, a child so easily satisfied; he could be overjoyed just by licking an ice cream, "I promise! Just one lick."

Then Zhao Ying took Zhao Xiaole and left.

Bo Jingshen watched as the figures of the grandson and grandmother disappeared into the distance, then took a deep breath; he even quickly smoked a cigarette on the spot.

Only then did he slowly walk into the shop, simply entering a stall that served spicy crayfish as a midnight snack, but Bo Jingshen’s steps were heavy as if he was entering a place that deserved serious consideration.

The stall was always bustling, especially since this store was a newly popular internet sensation located in a trendy district frequented by young people, resulting in many young visitors.

As soon as Bo Jingshen entered the shop, his face received quite a few admiring gazes.

"Wow! A real looker."

"What a trip this turned out to be..."

Even as he walked in, he could hear amazed voices coming from the two tables around him.

Bo Jingshen glanced around and then saw a solitary figure near a window seat.

From this angle, he saw her back; her long hair was casually tied behind her, slightly loose, looking very submissive.

Because of this, her slim back appeared even more rugged without her hair covering it; her shoulder blades resembled two broken wings. She was leaning on the table, which arched her back slightly, revealing the distinct protruding vertebrae beneath her thin, soft T-shirt, though not alarmingly skinny.

But skinny enough to make him feel distressed.

Bo Jingshen walked over and sat down opposite her.

Half the tabletop was quite clean, without shrimp shells and grease, so her leaning on it didn’t look messy.

On the other half, neatly placed were numerous empty beer bottles.

And a dish of spicy crayfish that had hardly been touched.

Bo Jingshen sat down opposite her, silently gazing at her as she faced the direction of the window next to the booth, resting her head on her arms, her face slightly flushed with alcohol, her lips reddened by the spicy crayfish.

Her eyes were closed, her long curly lashes like the wings of a butterfly at rest.

"Su Xiaolu," Bo Jingshen watched her for a while before softly calling her name.

He saw those lashes, previously like resting butterfly wings, now tremble slightly.

But she did not open her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" she asked softly; whether it was the alcohol talking or if there had been too much pent-up grievances.

Her voice at this moment had a slight nasal quality, sounding a bit affective.

Bo Jingshen, who had heard her act coquettish countless times, longed for this affective tone immensely.

His voice instantly became incredibly gentle, "I brought Xiaole here, and I brought you some food."